The junction of autumn and winter is not obvious, but every time the stone wakes up from sleep, the fallen leaves in the woods have another layer, and now the woods, on the branches, are no longer covered by leaves, but extremely cold, only a few leaves are sparsely pulled, in the branches, with the cold wind blowing, and crumbling.

Qing still stubbornly persisted, her body was already on the verge of dying, Shi knew that Qing seemed to be expecting something, unwilling to leave.

The first cold wind in winter blew across this land, taking away thousands of lives, and this sea of flowers can no longer see the color, the figure of the flying butterfly, there is no trace of it.

Suddenly, a gorgeous butterfly spread its wings from the depths of the woods and flew towards the stream in the distance, and the place it passed seemed to be a little fluorescent, like a dream.

The butterfly stayed by the stream, and after a while, it followed the way it came, returned to the woods, landed on the edge of a withered yellow leaf, tapped the leaf, and soon there was a crystal clear droplet, which appeared at the root of the leaf, and was absorbed by the branches and leaves for a long time.

The stone heart was a little fixed, and it could feel that the green had regained some vitality after absorbing the water droplets, and perhaps, it could still support it again.

In addition to fetching water, Shi can no longer go anywhere, it can feel that its life is about to end, it can no longer find anything to eat, in order to save physical strength, but also for that reluctance, it waits by Qing's side all day long.

Butterflies and leaves are accompanied by each other, and they survive tenaciously in this winter until the first snow falls.

Shi didn't even have the strength to stay, it couldn't support its body, it could only lean on the branch, quietly looking at Qing, it had made up its mind to die with Qing, its life had reached the end, but there was a firm will in its heart, supporting it, to live, to live with Qing.

Shi knew that Qing must be like this, and it smiled at Qing.

Suddenly, a wave of tiredness came up, Shi trembled, looked at the white flying in the sky and smiled, its somewhat confused eyes, it seemed to see a large number of flying butterflies, coming towards it.

"Why are these butterflies all white?" Shi slowly closed his eyes with this question.

The body of the stone gradually became stiff in the snow, no matter how deep its love was, it could not cross its reincarnation, and no matter how strong its will was, it could not change its fate.

The stone is about to die, and if it has infinite reluctance to green in its heart, it is just a butterfly after all, a butterfly that can't survive the winter.

Suddenly, the piece that has long been withered and yellow is called the green leaf, there is a cyan light flashing on the surface, along the transmission of the branches, quietly submerged into the butterfly's stiff body, this blue light reveals a faint vitality, this vitality is not much, can roughly barely support the green, and then more than ten days or so.

This vitality was infused into Shi's body by Qing without a trace.

If someone can see Ye's expression, they will definitely be able to see the gentleness on Qing's face at this moment, and at this moment, it will turn into the only warmth in the snow-white and cold world, and this last warmth will be given to Shi.

Qing only felt a light body, it left the branch that had never left for the first time, a gust of wind swept by, bringing Qing floating in the air towards the distance, Qing exhausted all the strength of his body, it struggled to look back in the wind, and looked at the stone for the last time.

"Perhaps, we can stay together like this in the next life, but in this life, I can only accompany you here. Qing thought silently.

Gradually, the whole world turned into darkness in Qingyan's eyes, but it vaguely seemed to see the familiar colors in this boundless darkness.

The wind swept across the land, carrying away the fallen leaves, and at the same time many fallen leaves, which were carried by the wind to inconspicuous corners, and then, where they were, stayed quietly until the next wind came.

Or, in the course of time, gradually dissolves into nothingness.

When the flowers fall, there are people who bury flowers, but no one asks whether the leaves are alive or dead, which may be the fate of the fallen leaves.

Qing is not unique, it is in the wind, together with many fallen leaves, flying and tossing, this is not actually the dance of leaves, but the dance of the wind, green in a trance, over the sea of flowers, over the plains, over the mountains, over the Daze, it follows the direction of the wind, drifting towards an unpredictable world.

The distance between the blue and the stone is getting farther and farther away.

The once powerful wind has been squandering its strength endlessly, and the wind has blown up layers of waves, carrying Qing all the way to the depths of the sea, the wind has finally exhausted all its strength, and the power that holds Qing suddenly disappears.

Qing slowly floated down and landed on the sea, and a wave hit and suddenly soaked Qing.

A withered yellow leaf, in the boundless sea with the waves of the ups and downs, maybe after the next wave hits, the green will sink forever in the depths of the sea, it will never see the possibility of the stone again, this sea is destined to be the end of the green.

Qing knew that he could survive in the cold winter, in addition to relying on the support of Shi's daily moisture, that person seemed to have cast some kind of immortal magic on himself, Qing could feel that there was often a warmth in his body to help him resist the cold, Qing seemed to see the meaning of sympathy in that person's eyes.

After that person left, Qing could feel that his consciousness was gradually becoming clearer, and it was no longer as vague as before, most of the time.

Qing had no regrets, it couldn't watch the stone die in front of its eyes, it remembered what the man had said to it not long ago------ if it wanted to save the stone, it had to sacrifice itself.

Qing knows that the stone will not forget it, just as it will never forget the stone, but this kind of forgetfulness will now sink to the bottom of the sea with it.

Shi fluttered its wings slightly, its stiff body regained its flexibility, it seemed to have a nightmare, in the dream, it died quietly by Qing's side, and it felt sadness in its heart, although it knew very well that this day would come.

Shi opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Qing, all it saw was an empty space, and the thunder and lightning roared in the heart of the stone instantly, Qing was gone, sad like a mountain, and the stone was pressed in an instant, its wings were heavy, and it looked at the place where Qing was originally in disbelief.

The stone trembled, it lost its green in the snow, and it did not have the courage to live.

"Qing, where are you?"

Shi's heart kept shouting, it carefully looked at every corner under the tree, there was no trace, the snowflakes fell to the ground, not yet piled up, just turned into a puddle of water, Shi's heart was anxious, it knew that it had to find Qing before the snow covered the ground, otherwise, in this life, it would never be able to see Qing's face again.

Shi Qiang endured the sadness in his heart, waved his heavy wings, and searched back and forth among the woods and flowers, although it knew in his heart that even if it found Qing, it was helpless.

The stone is stubborn, its search range is constantly expanding, it doesn't care about its own fatigue, it keeps flying, and in its heart, there is already a trace of obsession----- it wants to die with Qing.

There are many fallen leaves on the ground, and the shape is different, and some of them have a very similar appearance to the green, and often, the stone rises in the distance, and after flying closer, it turns into a bubble, and this situation has appeared more than a dozen times.

Every time hope appeared, it was a torture in the end, but the stone still kept flying, flying towards the next place of hope that was unknown whether it was true or false.

The veins of the green of the breath of the green of the green appearance, unique, in this world, there can be no more leaves as the same as the green, just like the heart of the stone, in this world, there will not be a second butterfly will be like the love of the stone to the green.

Shi's heart is sinking little by little, it has not given up, it is just worried, even if it tries its best, I am afraid that it will be difficult to find Qing, it knows that Qing has disappeared, it is very likely to be blown away by the wind, so that the possibility of finding Qing is almost non-existent.