After death, people will pass through the ghost gate and then set foot on Huangquan Road, and the flowers on the other side of the road will bloom.

When the flowers bloom on the other side, they are fiery red and beautiful. Flowers bloom without leaves, leaves grow without flowers, bloom for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years, flowers and leaves are born and are not seen. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death, cherish each other forever, and be alone on the other side......

At the end of the road, there is a Lechuan River, and there is a bridge over the river.

Meng Po waited there to hand a bowl of soup to each passer-by, and after drinking this soup, you can step on the Nai He Bridge and cross the Lechuan River, and enter the six reincarnation cycles, either as immortals, or as people, or as animals. Since then, the heart is as calm as water, the heart is as heavy as a stone, and all the fetters of this life and this life are forgotten.

This soup is called Meng Po Soup, also known as the forgetful water, and you will forget it when you drink it - a lifetime of love and hatred, a lifetime of ups and downs and gains and losses, all of which are forgotten with this bowl of soup. Those who are concerned in this life, those who hate in this life, will not see each other in the next life.

How many fireworks are paid for in the wind and rain, and how many dreams in the dust are all turned east with the water.

What is seen is extinguished, what is lost is remembered, it blooms to the top, and the flower is gone......

There are always some people who don't want to forget, the past and present lives to the death of obsession, Meng Po will leave a mark on them, or a dimple on the cheek, or a mole on the chest, to avoid the despair of drinking the water of forgetfulness. However, these people must jump into the Lethe River, endure the torture of flooding and fire for thousands of years before they can be reincarnated, and then reincarnate with the memories of their previous lives and the unique signs to find their lovers who have been separated for thousands of years.

Whoever has waited for a thousand years, who has the unfulfilled wish, has the courage to wait for a thousand years......

-- This is the story that my mother told me.

Since I met Eniang, I always got one when I asked her to speak, but this time she took the initiative to tell me, but she didn't know that I was the one with a mole on my chest.

Do I have memories of a past life?

If so, how.

A person like me who has a good memory should never forget, but I can't remember it at all.

E-Niang said that because I haven't met that person yet, the person who made me willing to suffer for her for thousands of years without regrets. I don't know where she could remember what she looked like, if she would have a dimple on her face like her third sister-in-law, and if so, maybe my wait would be more meaningful.

But she also told me that maybe I was not waiting for such a woman, and she told me that there are many kinds of love in this world, not only the love between men and women, but also the filial piety of parents, brothers, friends, and even the loyalty of the country. These masters have been taught, but I don't understand what E-Niang means, but I believe what she said, there must be someone in this world who is worth waiting for, and I will wait for a thousand years.

E-Niang - I have three from childhood to adulthood, who gave birth to me, raised me, and the most noble one in this house who was held in the palm of Amma's hand, but there is only one one I can call E-Niang.

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I've known her for as long as I can remember, and Amma would tell me about her, paint her to me, and take it very seriously to make me remember that the woman in the painting was my mother, but she never let me tell anyone else, not anyone, not even the two mothers who gave birth to me and raised me, and I could only call them aunts, like my brothers and second sisters.

There is no doubt that there is him, because Hongyang also calls them that, and the only person who can be called Eniang in this mansion is the woman in the painting, and no one else is it.

In private, I heard Hongyang secretly call, and I tried to call once, but my own mother was so frightened that she retreated far away, and her face was stiff when she was always smiling. I don't want to try again, I don't want to see that kind of alienated and fearful eyes again, like a person in the house instead of my mother.

I asked Amma if this was a secret, and he actually looked at me and smiled for the first time, hugged me and sat on my lap like he did to my second sister, and only one word made me laugh too: Count.

I kept this secret for a year, until E-niang came back and I thought I could finally tell it to her, but Amma told me not to do anything, and he looked more serious than ever, as if I could really help him keep something.

Lost but still happy, because in this house I finally have a mother, I call her she will respond, and she is liked by Amma, often go to her to talk and laugh, unlike in Aunt Geng's place for an afternoon without saying a word. She doesn't know the secret between me and Amma, it's the secret of the two of us, the secret of the man.

I have heard those broken-mouthed subordinates in the palace secretly say that Ama also has two mothers, one is the Mama I will see when I go, and the other I have not seen, because she is long gone. I don't know what she looks like, if it's like the Eniang in the painting that Ama likes to remember so much, but she also hides it in her heart as a secret, and doesn't ask anyone and doesn't mention it.

Eniang came back, appeared in the palace on Chinese New Year's Eve, and suddenly appeared far away in front of my eyes. I saw her sitting next to Amma, occasionally looking up and smiling, as if she knew all the people in the palace, and the uncles and aunts who sat in front of Huang Marfa like Amma, and even the women who I knew or not, knew her. Under the fireworks in the sky, the face flickered near and far, as if it was still in the painting and could not touch the temperature it should have.

The parrot I finally tamed was brought back to the house by her, and every day she chirped only one sentence of auspiciousness, she always held Hongday to feed it, and occasionally looked down at me just smiled, and didn't say much. I wanted to go back to the parrot and not let them play again, as if she was playing with me, so that people could not look up, but I was reluctant to see her carefully fed and sometimes stand there and laugh and watch.

I feel that Hongtian is luckier than me, although my mother is very good to him, and his mother is as cold as Amma, although she takes care of me with her heart, she rarely talks or laughs. This Eniang, who has just come back, is also good to him, everywhere, not only telling him stories and teaching him dramas, but also always smiling, giving him all the good food and everything, and bringing it to me by the way.

Our brother was fine before she came back, and we are still the same when she comes back, but it's a little different. We become contentious, attention, favor, and even punishment, but ...... He is Amma, and I am Eniang.

I didn't mean to hurt my brother, but I must admit that it was deliberate, deliberately scratching Hongtian's face. How old was then? It seems that Eniang had just come back, and when I was four years old, I remember clearly that I never forgot Jì.

At that time, she would always hold Hongtian in her arms and rest in the afternoon, while I lay on the edge of the bed and watched from a distance, pretending to be asleep and closing my eyes. No one came to pat me on the back, no one whispered to lull me to sleep, as soft as the cat at the end of the bed, with those long soft white hairs on its belly.

The people in the house say that Fujin is good, and I also think she is good, but I also understand what it means to be close and different. Even if they are other people's sons, they are also far and near, such as me and Hongday.

It's just that that time I was blessed by misfortune, although I was punished by Ama to kneel and copy books, Eniang held me and sat on the bed, and I was the only one who didn't have Hongday. She touched my head like she touched Hongyang's face, laughing less but talking a lot, and I wanted to scream happily, and ran all the way back to the study, and I knelt on the ground willingly and couldn't help laughing. When Amma came and saw me, he didn't speak, but sat behind the desk and read, occasionally glancing at me and turning back as if he were smiling.

After E-Niang came back, the house changed, everyone seemed to be relieved, and everyone seemed to be able to laugh, even Amma, and the second brother who was very much like him. I know they all like E-Niang, and so do I.

It was also from that day that I found that I was not afraid of Amma, he taught me poetry and allusions, he checked my writing and recitation, and he punished me for copying books and kneeling on the ground. And what I'm afraid of is this Eniang who rarely puts on a face, I'm afraid that she will ignore me, I'm afraid that she will be angry and stop laughing, I'm afraid that she will spoil Hongday and forget that there is still me.

After E-Niang came back, joy and sorrow went hand in hand, and there were no rewards and punishments.

Because of a jade Ruyi, Hongtian and I were all punished. I blamed myself for the fault, because I knew that in this way Hongtian would be fine, E-Niang would be happy, and when she was happy, she would feel sorry for me. It's just that I didn't expect Hongtian to rush to admit it, I have always punished him half a time, and there are people who want to think about this kind of thing. I know he's for Amma.

I don't understand, and I don't seem to understand. People are so contradictory, with this comes with that, both of us are the same.

There is also a poem, a poem that is strung together by many verses. Amma surprisingly did not punish us, but punished Eniang, asking her to teach us all the verses above, and I was very happy. It's just that I don't know how Huang Mafa would know, and he actually asked me to recite it to him.

He is the Ama of Amma, he is the emperor. At that time, I didn't really understand what it was, but I had heard people say that they couldn't disobey it.

I memorized it, and he laughed, and he smiled differently than he always saw and asked me to copy it, but there were some words that I couldn't write. He looked at me and shook his head, smiled, and frowned, and told me to come and watch. I waited until I didn't know whether to laugh or just stand like that, when I heard him say, "You are very similar to your mother." ”

My mother?

"The Royal Marfa ...... Do you know my mother?"

I heard that many of the emperor's women live in this palace, but I haven't seen a few, and there are not as many as those aunts in our house.

I have only seen this Huang Ma Fa twice, once in the Lion Garden of Amma, and once in the Old Summer Palace, he remembers me and I remember him. But...... Can he remember my mother? I have three mothers, does he know? Which one is he talking about?

I watched him twist his beard and raise his eyebrows, he didn't look like Amma, as if he thought about it before talking to me again, "I naturally know that I once praised you in your homeland for being blessed. ”

I stopped answering, I knew he was talking about my mother, not the person I called my mother, maybe ...... He didn't know. This is my secret with Amma.

The words I wrote were always held in his hands, and the father-in-law next to him looked at them and asked him if he looked like the fourth child. The father-in-law laughed and didn't speak like I did.

He hugged me and sat on the table, picked up the pen and filled in the pages of the few words of the poems, I lay on it and looked at it again, "No wonder you are the emperor, you only listen to it once and remember it, it's amazing." ”

"You are also a smart person, go back and learn from your Amma, don't learn from your mother, she is very stupid. ”

I understand why E-Niang always says that fools are stupid, and Huang Ma Fa praises me for being blessed, which is probably what it means.

When I returned to the house, I still remember his words, this is our secret, don't tell anyone, Eniang, not Amma, no one. I don't know why, but I know that there is one more secret in my heart, and there is one more person who has a secret with me, and the seniority is getting higher and higher, and the status is even higher.

Am I smart?

If it's really why E-Niang prefers Hongyang to me.

Get up early every day and go to bed late every day, earlier than the Hongday, later than the Hongday. Read books day and night, day after day, year after year.

Since then, every year when I see Huang Mafa, he will praise it like this, and even I have to believe it, but Eniang never praises, and Ama never praises it. The punishment is not less, and I am used to it.

Xu is Eniang doesn't like to be smart, she likes to be blessed, such as Hongday.

E-Niang is back, the second sister is gone, and E-Niang is also gone. The house was silent again, even more deserted than I remembered, and everyone was cautious, walking carefully, acting carefully, and even more carefully speaking.

Amma was colder than before, never smiling, not even speaking. I watched him go out before dawn, and he didn't come back when it was dark. The whole palace was lifeless. In the end, even Amma was gone, no one knew where he went, no one dared to mention it, and no one fought for favor and punishment, and I was sent to the palace.

Huang Ma Fa never asked me about my schoolwork or research, and occasionally showed me a book and never mentioned it again as if I had forgotten. He would ask me if I liked Ama or Eniang, I said I liked him and laughed, and asked me if I was afraid of Ama or Eniang, I said I was not afraid of him but shook my head, I had to lower my head and say that I was afraid of Eniang, he laughed again, and said, "This is not as smart as your Eniang, she knows that she is afraid of me, and she is never ambiguous to please." ”

I no longer wonder who his E-Niang is, I'm used to my E-Niang being alone, she is gone, I don't know when I'll come back. Maybe one day when she returns, Ama will also come back, and she can take me back to the house.

Before she came back, Huang Marfa also left, and before leaving, he told me to go back by myself when the time came, and I nodded and agreed to be in the palace. People come and go, it's boring, go back, it's still the same.

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The story told by Eniang was very short, in the hall, in front of everyone, whispered in my ear, which made me frightened - after death, people do not forget their past lives, engrave their memories in dimples to find this life, and find the other half of their lives.

What is engraved in the dimple of the third sister-in-law?

E-niang actually clicked on my chest and added: There is also a mole on the chest.

Bursting. I want E-Niang to see the little red mole on her chest, yes or no. Right where her fingertips were pressing.

Later, Eniang told me again, about reincarnation, about the flower on the other side, about the memory that I have not forgotten for thousands of years, and about the mole on my chest.

The first time I saw my mother crying, I reached out to wipe my heart, and it hurt, and she carefully covered the hem of her fastened clothes as if she was going to burn from the mole that she had gently touched.

E-Niang said: "Don't say it, and don't show it to others." ”

I didn't say anything, knowing that it was another secret. It seems that since I can remember, secrets have been one after another, from one to another. This time, she finally became her, my mother.

- Sanskrit paramita, this cloud to the other side, the interpretation of life and death. The land is born and extinguished, like water with waves, it is called this shore. There is no life or death when leaving the country, and if the water always flows, it is called the other side.

I haven't read the Buddhist scriptures, except for what Eniang said, I searched through all to find this sentence.

There is another sentence, that is: the Buddha said, do not say.

From the Diamond Sutra.