"How did I kill you? What the heck? I looked at Zhao Wei with some confusion, he just shook his head, "It's okay." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" His eyes were empty for a moment, and then immediately recovered. I looked at him strangely, something was wrong. "What does it smell like? It smells so good. "A fragrance wafted in, surrounding me and Zhao Wei" The smell of hot soup at home? "Speaking of hot soup, Zhao Wei and I were stunned at the same time, this is Nai He Bridge, there is the smell of soup, is that Meng Po's soup?" Oh my God, there really is Meng Po! Zhao Wei shouted in surprise: "Shut up!" I covered his mouth and said, "Don't scream, do you know where this is?" Zhao Wei reacted and nodded. I put down the big bag and whispered to Zhao Wei, "You stay here and don't leave, if something happens to me." Grab your bag and run. “

Zhao Wei nodded, helpless, now there is only this way. "Be careful." Damn, why do you want to scold me before you leave? "Ah, so are you." Without waiting for Zhao Wei to reply, I carefully detoured behind another rock. Pretending not to do anything, he looked ahead with a puzzled expression. It's really a bridge. This bridge is treacherously narrow and smooth, and it really is like a legend. Is the river full of insects and snakes, the waves rolling, and the fishy wind blowing on the face? However, there was no one on the bridge. I approached it, and the river of blood at the bottom of the bridge was calm and waveless, flowing slowly without any abnormality. I looked back and inadvertently glanced at Zhao Wei, only to see him looking at me nervously.

I suddenly laughed, two. Don't worry, I'll teleport. The night breeze blew slowly, and my vision blurred for a moment. When it was clear, a thin and short old woman appeared in front of her. She was skinny, her pale lips were chapped and peeling, and her eyes were particularly striking on a face that seemed to be nothing but skin. "Nostalgic for the world, right? Want to take another look? "What? Ah, yes, yes. It's my home, after all. "I suddenly reacted, she said what I saw Zhao Wei." Want to take another look? She asked me with a smile. No need. It's satisfying to take a look. "I can't look at it, and Zhao Wei will be exposed if I look at it again. Moreover, she probably didn't mean that kind.

"I know how to be satisfied. I'm not greedy. "Her smile makes me hairy and sends chills down my back." There are very few people like you who are not greedy. She smiled and looked around, "If you look at it again, I guess you'll regret it." "Regrets? No way. I said, "I won't regret it when I look at it." Even if you regret it, it's useless. She smiled and asked me, "Why don't you take a second look?" "I replied" take a closer look at it to deepen the impression, and the heart will be more reluctant. If you want to leave here, you have to break off all feelings. Because it's useless. It will be more painful to leave with those feelings that you don't want to give up. If you break it off a little, you won't be nostalgic anymore. But also remember it, because it allowed me to meet the most beautiful people and the most sincere feelings in my life. She looked at me and said nothing.

Meng Po lifted the basket in her hand and lifted the blood-red cloth, "Okay, I agree with what you said." Hot soup or cold wine, which do you want? "I glanced at the basket, a porcelain bowl with a bowl of hot soup, and a small broken porcelain cup full of wine." This wine looks very strong. I smiled. Pick up a glass of wine and drink it down. Zhao Wei behind the stone looked at me with a surprised face: "What a fragrant wine." "I put the broken little porcelain cup in Meng Po's basket." What does Meng Po soup feel like? I asked. Meng Po looked at me with a smile: "You are also a greedy person. I smiled and said, "Of course, there is no one in this world who is not greedy." What an example to imitate, it's just that their reputation satisfies their greed. What others can't see. ”

She didn't say anything, still with a smile on her face. She took out the hot soup from the basket, and her bony hand held the hot soup and stretched out, "Would you like to taste it?" I shook my head and refused, "No, it's a hot soup to cure hangover." I still like wine. She put the soup back in the basket and said to me, "Nothing will happen if you drink cold wine." But once you drink the hot soup, you'll never come back. I nodded, "Well, please go." "Meng Po stepped back from the bridge and made way for me. I nodded, my heart pounding as I stepped onto the bridge. But my pace was very steady, and I kept going. His eyes kept staring ahead, not looking at the river around him, nor looking back at Meng Po. Meng Po was looking at me at this time.

It went on like this, for a long, long time. It was very quiet, and the sound of my footsteps was heavy, as if I was dragging something. The bridge was very long, and I could see the end of the bridge vaguely. But even after walking for so long, the back is still being stared at. There is no doubt that it is Meng Po. I started to panic, but I didn't stop. This bridge is so long, so long. It's like there's no end. My mind went blank, I couldn't hear anything, my vision was blurry, and I almost didn't feel anything. I stepped harder, and at last I heard my heavy footsteps.

Vaguely, a chuckle.

The bridge ...... It's long, it's long.

(To be continued.) ）