People in the world say that there is a bridge in the underworld, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup before crossing the bridge, you can forget the past, pain or happiness, will become a flower on the bank of the Santu River. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The clear and shallow spring water flows down from the mountain stream, and on both sides are tranquil orchid bushes and fresh bamboo forests. This is Lethe. A rickety black-robed old man stared at the hurried spirits, and her oversized cloak and hat covered her whole body, making it impossible to see her figure and face clearly.

When the soul leaves, she will leave behind a red flower that she quietly collects in her sleeve. She had seen a grander and more enchanting flower, not as grand and enthusiastic as the Santu River, but it bloomed into her heart. It was the flower of her beloved teenager.

The man in the suit and leather shoes stepped forward and looked at each other in pairs, tacitly acknowledging each other. She silently poured a bowl of soup, and the water fell into the bottom of the bowl, as if some sad music was played.

Her hands trembled slightly, and their thin hands, as if there was only a thin, wrinkled layer of skin piled on the backbone, were so pale that it was annoying. She didn't even dare to look up at him, and she endured the pain of devouring her heart.

The big hands with a cool feeling suddenly lifted the bottom of the bowl, and she looked up in amazement and fell into the man's starry eyes. The man didn't say a word, just took the teapot in her hand, poured a bowl of Meng Po soup, and drank it all with his head up.

When he put it down, his gaze had become trance-like.

"Mother-in-law, I'm going to cross the bridge." The cold voice pulled her mind back, and the handsome face fell into her eyes, with a hint of politeness, with a hint of detachment, and pierced into her heart.

He nodded to her slightly, turned into a thin wisp of human-shaped green smoke, and stepped onto the Nai He Bridge.

She wanted to stretch out her hand, but after a moment's hesitation, the figure was already gone. A red and bewitching flower fell from mid-air to her feet. When she leaned over to pick up the flower, her thin hands trembled.

Then, a distant, hoarse chant came from behind the man, and the black-robed old man stretched out his hand to cover his painful chest, and sang: "The upper and poorer blue fall from the yellow spring, and the two places are gone. ”

"Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream." I don't remember how many times this is the first time you've fallen down for you, I don't remember how many times you've walked past me silently. I wish you could suddenly hug me like in a TV series and tell me that you found me.

But how scared I am of losing you completely because of this sentence.

"Nai He Bridge, the road is far away, one step and three miles are free;"

After several reincarnations, that person's aura has become extremely faint, but as long as they look at each other, she can still recognize him at a glance.

It doesn't matter, people's lives are short, and she can see him often.

"Lethe River, a thousand years of house, people don't know what to do." The throat was hot, Meng Po almost choked, looking at the back that was gradually moving away, the pinprick-like pain in her heart rose.

"Lethe River, a thousand years of house, the face of the person is not in vain...... Ignorant ...... In vain......"

I love you, so I was able to witness you marry and have children with her, and be the passerby behind you who is never known.

You won't know the hardships when I handed you the Lethe River, you won't remember the countless times we passed by in the days when you forgot me, you won't pay attention to an ugly supporting character while counting every moment of your life to be happy and sad for you.

It's a shame that I can't be involved in your life anymore.

It's a pity that I can't be your protagonist anymore.

Erase your memories with your own hands, only to understand that forgetting is the best antidote in the world. (To be continued.) )