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I stood by the wooden barrel and watched as Meng Po handed bowls of soup to passing ghosts.

Meng Po soup, after drinking it, forget the past.

Another ghost was gone, and Meng Po handed me the empty bowl and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

My eyes were fixed on the black veil, which I hadn't washed for years, and I didn't know what it looked like or what it was.

There was an extra bowl in front of him, and inside was a swarthy soup.

I raised my head and looked at Meng Po's wrinkled face and moved: "Girl, drink." If you drink it, you can forget everything, go to reincarnation, and be a human being or a fox in the next life, it is a new beginning. ”

This sentence has been said countless times by Meng Po in the past three years, and she has to repeat it almost every few days.

And I pursed my lips and chuckled, shaking my head firmly, as if I had to refuse every few days: "No, mother-in-law, I don't drink." ”

Meng Po didn't say anything, poured the soup on the ground, and put away the empty bowl.

Turning around, the back looks a little rickety.

The voice was also old: "Let's go, no one should come today." Oh, there's a ghost coming. ”

I followed with the barrel behind my back, and there were four wheels under the barrel, made from the kneecaps of dead men, and there was always a screeching sound when I pushed it.

Click, click.

It's like breaking a person's bones one by one.

It's weird.

But Meng Po liked it very much, and she said that she felt alive when she heard the voice, not a stinky old woman.

1094, I carved the number on the wooden board, counting from the day I fell into Huangquan Road, it has been one thousand and ninety-four days, and one more day will be a full three years.

I rolled over and looked at Meng Po who was asleep in front of me.

In the Three Realms, people, ghosts and gods are actually almost the same, and even Meng Po, who mentions a little ghostly color in the yang world, is a lonely little old woman in my opinion.

Every day, I get up at a certain hour, hand a bowl of soup to a passing ghost, drink it and forget it, and of course there are those who choose not to drink it. Whenever that happens, Meng Po will sigh and call Yin Cha to force the soup down.

The swarthy liquid flowed down the throat of the ghost, because the ghost did not cooperate, often one bowl of soup was not enough to drink, and it was necessary to hold three or four bowls to achieve the effect of washing away the memory.

Meng Po, she hates this the most.

I rolled over again and looked at Lethe on the other side.

Meng Po's home is on the edge of the Lethe River, and my bed is only a hundred meters away from the Lethe River, and when I close my eyes, the silent water and invisible wind in the river are raging, and I can't sleep at night.

It doesn't matter how much it matters.

I'm already a dead man, a wisp of soul, and it doesn't matter if I sleep or not.

It's just that on the second day, when I helped Meng Po serve soup, I didn't have much energy, and I just got a few more blank eyes.

Tomorrow will be three years.

I blinked, touched the engraving before going to bed, and closed my eyes.

It's been three years.

The next day, as usual, I got up and pushed the barrel and stood on the road, which was empty and boundless, full of gray fog, and even the Meng Po on the side looked gray and colorless.

"It's been three years, girl." Meng Po finished handing over a bowl of soup and watched the ghost walk lifelessly towards the path of reincarnation.

I was about to spoon the soup with the empty bowl when I heard the words.

"It's been three years, since you don't drink soup, why don't you go back, do the math, it's about the same time." Meng Po said strange words, took the soup bowl in my hand, and suddenly smashed it forward.

The ghost who hesitated to enter the path of reincarnation was hit in the back of the head, and one of them turned backwards and flipped in.

I silently cheered for her in my heart, so accurate, Meng Po's skills have become more and more exquisite in the past three years.

I didn't quite understand what she was saying, though.

"Mother-in-law, what did you say about it?"

Meng Po took out the handkerchief on her chest, wiped the sweat on her forehead, and Nunu said, "Oh, look over there." ”

I looked at the situation, and the road ahead was the direction where the ghost came, and it was gray, and there was nothing to see.

But just a moment later, a long figure stood out from the gray, the white of that body was like the bright moon that had not been seen for a long time in the sun, the black hair and black eyes, and the handsome and boundless.

Meng Po pushed me: "Go, girl, you have waited for three years, and finally waited for the person you are waiting for, what are you waiting for?" ”

I was pushed a few steps forward, and the figure approached step by step, not in a hurry, and the deep eyes were firmly fixed on me.

The scenery of Huangquan Road, if there is a description, is a dead silence.

And his appearance is like a wisp of fresh breeze, cool, with a pleasant touch of sandalwood to break this dead silence.

Time is infinitely pulled, but the distance between the two of us is infinitely shortened.

Finally, he stood in front of me.

Stretched out his hand, palms facing up, thin lips slightly opened: "I'll take you away." ”

I didn't hesitate, not for a second, I didn't hesitate to reach out my hand, my palms clasped together, and at that moment the empty soul reached perfection in an instant.

The corners of my mouth lifted, then pulled wider.

Looking back at Meng Po, she was standing by the barrel, and there was a rare smile on her old face, which was gratification, blessing, and faint regret that had passed in the wasteland of youth.

"Mother-in-law—"

"Go, girl, go where you belong, be by the side of the person you love, and be happy with the person who loves you for a long time. I will bless you by the Lethe River. ”

The yin wind of Huangquan Road blew, and the gray blurred the old figure of Meng Po.

My eyes were moist, my palms tightened, and I turned back to meet a pair of calm eyes, Bai Ming'an's eyes were as unwavering as ever.

"Are you going to take me away, Bai Ming'an."

"Yes, will you come with me, for the rest of your life."

"I do."

I threw myself into his arms with tears in my eyes.

Bai Ming'an, I am very happy, the world is prosperous, the traffic is endless, and I have a you.

It doesn't get much better than that.

Bai Ming'an, I love you.

Have you ever loved someone, have you ever waited for someone, have you seen the future at a glance in the vast sea of people?

On the night of the bus accident, you came to me covered in blood, and I didn't think this was where I was going.

"Bai Ming'an, when did you fall in love with me?"

"It's a big deal."

"Well, it's not, so how long are you going to like me."

"You're wrong, Ning Huan, I don't like you."

“……！！！”

"I love you, and I will love you until I can no longer love you. Happy? ”

“…… Who's happy, cut. ”

"I'm not happy what are you doing with such a big mouth. Waiting for me to kiss you? ”

“……！！！ Rogue! ”

"You're wrong again, Ning Huan, words aren't hooligans, actions are."

He suddenly leaned over and kissed me in the moonlight of the sun that he had not seen for a long time. (To be continued.) )