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This is not the same as in the past, and at this moment, it is the busiest time for the bridge, with a lot of traffic and pedestrians. But no one stopped and looked into the old bridge.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill your request. "I regret it.

"Why?" Nanaya was a little excited.

"I didn't bring Meng Po soup, the water of forgetfulness is for the living, and besides, ......," I paused, looked directly at him and said, "Forgetting everything is not the solution to the problem." ”

Qiye was silent for a long time, watching Nie Xiaoqian's gaze drift.

"I don't want her to remember these bad memories. ”

"But maybe there's something in it that she doesn't want to forget? Don't you want to know what it is?" I looked at him with a smile and continued, "Maybe, it has something to do with you!"

Qiye was stunned, his body tensed all of a sudden, he retracted his gaze, and turned his head to look at me in disbelief: "You mean?"

Xu was excited, and his voice was still a little trembling.

I shrugged my shoulders and stretched out my hand gently, Nie Xiaoqian, who was still happy enough to peach just now, froze and slowly fell down.

"And you. I smiled and held out my hand towards Nanaya.

Perhaps, we should tell the story in a different way.

After all, the encounter between Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian was not the beginning of the whole story.

On that day, Qiye rode a high-headed horse wearing red silk and passed on the Zhuangyuan Bridge. He became famous at a young age, his literary brilliance was brilliant, and it was a matter of expectation for him to be a champion.

But in the process of returning home on horseback that day, he glanced at the clear river because of a coquettish cry.

This glance almost scared him out of half his life.

An apricot-eyed girl who was looking at him fell straight into the water.

Gusui City is a hub from south to north, prosperous and lively.

In that waterway, people from nearby villages and towns often came to the market in boats.

What a lively thing it is for the champion to parade in the street, so the big girls and little daughters-in-law who came to the market crowded on the boat to watch.

Nie Xiaoqian is also one of them.

She stood at the bow of the boat and craned her neck to look. Unexpectedly, during the pushing, she fell into the river one by one.

Before falling into the water, Nie Xiaoqian happened to see Qiye's panicked face.

He looks so handsome!

The fortune teller said that he was going to marry the champion lang, isn't this the champion lang?

This was the last thought that came to Nie Xiaoqian's mind.

Nie Xiaoqian died, fell into the water and drowned. By the time they picked her up, she was already out of breath, but she had a satisfied smile on her face.

In the end, the champion parade turned into a collective rescue.

Within a few days, the new champion Lang was frightened and contracted by the wind and cold on the day of the street parade.

Many people think of the drowning of people on that day and feel very unlucky. The champion parade is a festive thing, but he drowns people, so can't the newly dead ghost be entangled with the champion?

Everyone sighed.

After Qiye died, maybe the scene that day was too vivid, so his soul wandered for a while and then fell under the Champion Bridge. As time passed, his memory slowly blurred, and he felt that he was the water ghost who had drowned under the bridge.

Nie Xiaoqian wandered for a long time, she unfortunately drifted into the ancient bell of a temple, and it was not until a hundred years later that she was discovered by an enlightened monk. The monk took pity on her, so he fulfilled her wish and sent her back to live under the champion bridge in Gusui City.

It's just this hundred years of time that went wrong.

A long time ago, Suicheng was a city built against the backs of mountains.

There is a gate on each side of the city. The east side faces the plain, and the west side is against the mountains.

The bridge at the east gate is called Langyuan, and the bridge at the west gate is called the champion.

The reason why it is called Zhuangyuan is because there is the only school in the city in the alley 100 meters across the bridge from the West Gate. In order to please the mouth, the bridge was given such a name.

The name of the bridge remained in use for a long time, until one day three hundred years ago, when the Yellow River burst, and most of the city was submerged.

When the flood receded, the plain outside the east gate was completely submerged, and the east gate had to be sealed.

When it was rebuilt, it was a craftsman who was found hundreds of miles away from the West Gate. Ask how the two bridges are named.

The supervising official shook his head and said, "East Langyuan, West Champion." After speaking, he continued as if reciting a mantra: "The one who is near the city gate is the Zhao Lang Yuan, and the one who is far away from the city gate is the champion." ”

The official is a native of the local area, but he is a nerd who doesn't know anything about mundane things. The mantra he memorized was to teach children to memorize the names of places.

There are two different gates in the passage, one refers to the east gate and the other refers to the west gate. Originally, the Zhuangyuan Bridge was far away from the West Gate, but because the East Gate was sealed, the craftsman came from outside the West Gate, so everyone summed it up: the Zhuangyuan Bridge, which was originally far away, became the one that was closer.

As a result, the new bridge that was supposed to be the champion bridge became the Langyuan Bridge, and the new bridge that was supposed to be the Langyuan Bridge became the Champion Bridge.

The older generation said that it was not right, but it could not withstand the passage of time, and the acceptance of the two bridges gradually increased.

Over time, the champion bridge became the Langyuan Bridge, and the Langyuan Bridge became the champion bridge.

A hundred years later, a dusty monk held the altar and asked where the Zhuangyuan Bridge was, and he was pointed to the location of the Langyuan Bridge in the old days.

Nie Xiaoqian forgot many things, and remembering that fortune-telling before she died became an obsession in her heart.

So, she always looked forward to looking at the champion bridge, waiting for her champion to ride a high-headed horse to marry her proudly.

Who would have thought that fate would arrange such a mistake.

Nie Xiaoqian sat up slowly, looked at Qiye who fell to the ground and ran over: "Qiye, what's wrong with you?"

"Xiaoqian, I ......" Qiye was about to speak, when he suddenly remembered his face and hands, and hurriedly raised his sleeves, but he might as well be caught.

"I ...... Don't worry, I'...... I love them all. Nie Xiaoqian snorted.

A wandering spirit, drowning in the play, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. But over the years, the breath of the person who quietly accompanied her was so familiar that it made people feel reassured. His words and deeds have long been engraved into her mind. What's more, feelings have been born secretly a long time ago.

On the day Nie Xiaoqian lost her soul, the important people she had forgotten finally coincided with the people in front of her after she woke up.

"Xiaoqian......" Qiye's face was a little red, and his gaze at Nie Xiaoqian was as gentle as water, but with a frank enthusiasm.

"Huh-" I coughed unnaturally, "you talk slowly, I'll go back as soon as I go." ”

Leave space and time to them.

There are many other things that are inconvenient for me to be present.

I'm going to do something else.

By the river, a handsome young man was sitting on a weeping willow and dangling his legs.

"It's not yours, it's time to pay it back. ”

I leaned against the trees, didn't look at him, and looked straight at the river.