The stone gradually became transparent, rippling and rippling, it was a lake, the water was crystal clear, and the surrounding was full of spring, but it seemed to have always exuded the smell of sadness......

An inaudible lamentation is singing, a man by the lake kneels on the ground and hugs a girl in red tightly, her chest is particularly red, like a flower on the other side of the Huangquan Road, I don't know if it is the relationship of the red wedding dress, or her chest is faintly oozing blood.

Yes, she was dying, her hands hung weakly at her sides, her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything, and she could only make a few hoarse sounds with all her strength.

Hey? Isn't that me? Although her face was pale and bloodless, she still recognized that person as herself!

The guy who was holding me......

As I expected, I recognized it as Wan Boyi at a glance! Although the appearance is completely different, it is still recognizable at a glance! Sometimes it feels like a strange thing, and you can immediately find the person you are looking for in the middle of nowhere. Even if it's not the same face, I know in my heart that it's him!

The man in the picture hugged her tightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and his brow was tightly knit and he let tears fall on the girl's face. There was only an image on the stone and no sound, but you could tell what he was talking about, pleading desperately.

Although I knew that it was Wan Boyi, why did I still have a very familiar feeling, looking at this unfamiliar face, there was a sense of cordiality......

That's right! Isn't that the sketch I made? That award-winning sketch at school! The person in the painting is not Wan Boyi's face, but everyone can recognize him as Teacher Wan!

Three lives before the stone is set for three lives.

Legend has it that when you come to the Three Lives Stone, you will see the previous life, this life, and the next life. Many people's love starts with a sense of déjà vu, and after falling in love, people will definitely look forward to "fate and three lives".

At this moment, what I saw should be a previous life, wearing the clothes of ancient times. What about this life? There are so few pictures today, and I left in too hasty......

What about the next life? What will happen in the next life? Will it be him again in the next life? I knew that even if he had changed his skin, I would still be able to spot him in the crowd at a glance.

As soon as I think of this, my eyes are glued to the picture, and there seems to be a mirror embedded in the stone, and the story of the past is playing in the mirror.

As the girl slowly closed her eyes. and the man looked up to the sky and cried bitterly, the picture gradually faded, slowly revealing the texture of the stone, and suddenly like a small stone thrown into the water. When the waves subside, the picture completely disappears, and the three big characters of "Sansheng Stone" are depicted in it, and everything is restored to its original appearance.

I waited with joy to reappear. Appears in this life and in the next. But...... Everything was quiet, as if what I had just seen was my hallucination, it had never changed......

Why is there no this life and the next? Although this life is short, we still meet! What about the next life? Won't you meet him again?

I can't help but start wondering, can love really be destined for three lives? I know that there is a kind of devil in the world, called the devil of **, it sees that the feelings in the world are too deep, so it paints a lot of things called money for people to fight for, and as a result, people fight with each other. They tried their best to each other, and no one believed in anyone. It also saw that men and women were like glue, so it drew many more demon girls, and the men in the world were attracted to the demon girls and gave up their original love.

Looking at the sea of demon-red flowers like a bloody road, and then looking at the Sansheng Stone without the slightest movement, looking up at the sky, the sky seems to reflect some, and there is a trace of crimson in the black silence.

Is it that you can't see Wan Boyi anymore? I didn't even have time to say goodbye to him, or even say I love you to him. Is this the end of fate? Never again in the next life?

"Crying alone in the netherworld, if the flowers are not returned, who will read it again if the world endures it?"

A girl's voice suddenly sounded behind me, and I quickly wiped my tears. Looking back......

She bent over, holding a scythe in one hand and pinching the side of the flower in the other, weeding, weeding the grass that didn't exist.

It's her?

"Are you still weeding?" I asked faintly.

"The flowers on the other side are too beautiful, like poppies, and bear too many unfair accusations. There are too many sincere blessings missing......" She didn't stop the meaningless movements in her hand, and didn't even raise her head, as if saying to herself: "Flowers and leaves will never meet, just like fate destined to miss." The clumps of seemingly bewitching fiery red, but they made people feel the breath of death, and the perfect appearance could not hide the bleak soul ......"

She kept wiping the sweat from her forehead, and carried a bamboo basket on her back, presumably to store green leaves, but the basket was empty. This shocking crimson is the only color here, where does it come from, where does it come from, where does it come from!

She wiped her sweat, held a handful of air in her hand, carefully threw it into the bamboo basket behind her, and continued: "What it guards is always missed again and again, keeping each other, knowing each other, but not seeing each other, even if it is sad, it is also a witness to the existence of the most sincere love."

Suddenly, this woman felt so painful, she knew the doomed end, but she was still willing to suffer alone in pain. The flowers of death in her hands, incomparably beautiful and poisonous, trembled slightly in the wind.

"When will you be able to get rid of the grass?" I asked, almost with tears in my eyes.

"It should ...... Wait for the day he appears, right? She actually looked up and winked at me in confusion.

He ...... Will it come? I asked cautiously, lest I accidentally touch one of her fragile nerves.

But she still suddenly dropped the sickle, straightened up, and tears welled up at once: "Smile at me, even if that smile is thousands of miles away, I am moved, glaring at me, if there is an infatuated reproach in the angry gaze, I will not regret it, but you just ignore it!"

Saying that, her knees suddenly weakened, and she knelt down, and the whole person sat paralyzed in the sea of flowers, and her tears dripped on the petals and smeared with layers of black and red, "Every day and every night, I pray to the gods with tears in my eyes, if you look at me, I will die happily, do you love someone, is this how you live and die and are willing to be ignored by you?" I've been waiting, painful and happy, I smile as you walk past me without looking, watch your gaze pass over my head, in the story of your existence, whatever the ending is! The sunset is gentle, and many fresh and unfamiliar rings are ringing in your ears, and you have been born, do you remember......"

Until finally he hung his head weakly, hugged his arms, and couldn't cry.

She is waiting for him here for the rest of her life, and his memory of her is becoming more and more blurred, after reincarnation again and again, no matter how strong the mountain alliance and sea oath are, will it turn into a cloud of smoke? Sometimes when you look at a stranger, you will have a sense of déjà vu, is that person your lover in your previous life, the person you loved with all your life, but in this life, everything has turned into a stranger......

She stopped crying, and stood up trembling as she struggled to support her weak body, and picked up the scythe again, and the knife cut invisible, and there was no green in the mountains, but only in the heart.

She chooses to keep her memory, but the other party gradually forgets, what is the difference between this and real forgetting.

There is no this life and the next life on the Sansheng Stone, maybe Wan Boyi has forgotten me, and there is no need to go through reincarnation at all, thinking of this, there was a pain in my chest, looking at the girl who was suffering in the world behind me and waiting for an indifferent passerby, I just wanted to escape, escape from this desperate air......

Wiping away his tears, he continued to move forward, stepping on this blood-colored carpet and walking forward alone, no matter where he goes, just leave here!

But the further I went, the stronger the smell of blood became, and I still seemed to hear the howls of wolves and ghosts, like unwilling resentful spirits crying in pain. Not only that, but more of that is the smell of decay that seems to be there makes people sick.

If the hell of desperate and painful feelings behind me is behind me, then there must be a ghost in front of me.

I stood in place, spinning in place like a headless fly, not knowing what would be waiting for me in front of me, but when I turned around, I could see the weird girl who was weeding, weeding the grass that didn't exist, her whole body exuded a distressing strength, and endless desperate reincarnation, I didn't dare to get close to her, and even wanted to avoid her far away, because the breath she exuded would seep out of every pore of me, making me think of Wan Boyi, and making me feel angina that I couldn't breathe, as if I could enter her soul and empathize with her.

Yes, I'd rather face an unknown ghost alone than go back, the three words "Wan Boyi" are too heavy for me, I don't know why there are only a few faces, but it feels like life and life together......

Before I knew it, I had walked some distance further, and the sky had been dark and dark, and the wind was gusting, as if it were going to rain.

The fiery red flowers seemed to disappear in front of me, and in front of me I seemed to see a river in front of me, but the river-like thing seemed to be black from a distance and kept surging.

The red-black flowers beneath my feet form a huge carpet that looks like a "path of fire", as if guiding me all the way in the dark.

It's just that the more you follow its hints, the more you can smell the smell of hellish death, the smell of blood and rot mixed together. And every gust of wind brushed by my side, like a resentful spirit trying to drag me desperately.

Could it be that the black river is full of corpses? Blood and rot are the smells that emanate from there? However, if it is only a corpse, why does it seem to be constantly surging at this moment, like a big furnace at the bottom of a river, heating the water vigorously, and the water is constantly bubbling and boiling.

The flowers at the feet only bloomed on the other side, and there was no more bewitching red on the other side of the river, but a gray and dull chaos. (To be continued.) )