The appearance of the person who guards the non-return by the river every day, the people who watch him, and listen to his songs, seem to have become an unchangeable habit.

This is a kind of expectation for her, but it is a disaster for Meng Po.

However, it is really in love and never returns, this is a love that is destined to have no response. Meng Po felt sorry for this little flower demon, but she was powerless to do anything for her.

"But don't you love it?" Meng Po asked her.

"Love?" he frowned, his eyes full of doubt.

What was love? She was too young to understand. But she knows that the feelings that make no return to cling to a thousand years are love, so she has always felt that love is such a beautiful thing, and it is a happy thing to be able to love.

I don't know when I'm still in the naïve period that love can also make people feel a little pain, it can make people painful, and even worse, it can make people feel painful.

"Why ......" Meng Po looked at her overly clear eyes and couldn't bear to tell her.

It may be good if she falls in love with someone else. And if you fall in love and don't return, you can only get the result that no one can help.

However, she still doesn't know if she is in love with No Return, but she can be sure that she likes him.

She loved to look into his deep eyes, and when she looked into them, she was deeply immersed in them, and she couldn't help herself.

She loved to listen to his desolate songs, and she was fascinated by them as soon as they sounded in her ears.

This kind of unconcealed love, this increasingly deep lovesickness, this heart that is about to jump out every time she sees him pass by in front of her eyes......

But he finally understood that she was really in love with him. After knowing his mind, he was no longer at a loss, but happier. She may not know what she should be doing yet, but for the first time she really wanted to do something.

That thing is, to be with not to be together.

She doesn't need to forget Manman, she just needs to be able to occupy a place in the heart of no return.

A lot of things, Meng Po saw in her eyes. There are many words, and Meng Po can only hide them in her heart.

She wanted to say to Nai He that falling in love is always a matter of two people. Even if she loves again, she will never return, but her heart has been filled with Manman.

He couldn't cooperate, and she had trouble getting in.

If you can't love each other, then don't.

Meng Po didn't say these words in the end. Because she knew that speaking up wouldn't change anything. However, his heart has long been given to no return.

It's hard to get back when it's covered with water, and it's even more so for the heart.

Saying it is just to make Nai sad in advance.

However, she began to want to know what she liked without returning, so she went to ask Meng Po, asked the judge, asked about black and white impermanence, asked about bull head and horse noodles, and asked ......

But they didn't know what they liked, and they all knew that the favorite of the non-returning was Manman.

She also knew that she would not return to her favorite Manman, but she was not Manman, and she could not give him one.

That's what she's always known, but why does it make her so sad to be reconfirmed from someone else's mouth?

That was the first time I tasted melancholy, sadness, and sorrow. That day, he sat on the bank of the Lethe River, buried himself in the flowers in full swing, hugged his knees and was silent.

She covered her chest with one hand, only to feel a slight pain in her heart. Why did it hurt? But she didn't understand, she thought she was sick.

She looked at her body, and the flowers on the other side were slightly hanging low, slightly haggard.

What is it? I don't know. She wanted to ask the ghost doctor, but found that her body was lazy and had no intention of moving.

Just like that, just sink yourself into the sea of flowers on the other side. If you are sick, just rest and rest. Get a good night's sleep and wake up tomorrow with no pain.

But I always thought so. But she didn't know that some diseases were hidden deep in the bone marrow, and they would only get worse with the passage of time. The only medicine for that kind of disease is the heart of no return. But if she doesn't give her medicine, where will she have a chance to recover?

Since none of them can tell her, don't like anything. Then she will love him in her own way.

But she was suddenly anxious to express her heart, and she sang an old song when he passed in front of her again.

It was the first time she had sung in front of people, with a little shyness, a little anticipation, and a little uneasiness.

Her face was crimson, and her bewitching beauty outstripped the dazzling flowers behind her.

It's just him, who has no intention of appreciating.

"The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy, and the king does not know ......"

This song was sung by a woman before she drank the soup of Meng Po, and she heard it at that time. And the woman sang this song, and her desolation and sorrow were no less than no return. And when she sang this song, there was a bit of sweetness of expectation in the melancholy of waiting, and there was a little bit of uneasiness of fear and uneasiness in the beginning of love.

This girl's mind is very beautiful, and even Meng Po, who has gone through all the vicissitudes of life, feels that her heart is young when she hears this song.

But he didn't want to listen, so he still didn't understand her heart.

Meng Po thought, it's too infatuated not to return. Infatuation to the point of hurting.

She finished singing her song, and he still held the boat with a blank face. She watched his figure fade before her eyes until he turned into a black spot, until he sank into white smoke, until he disappeared.

She couldn't see him anymore, but her back was still clearly visible in front of her. Is it a bad look?

She rubbed her eyes, and he was still there. She rubbed her eyes again, and he was still there. She rubbed her eyes again, and he was still there.

She closed her eyes, and his figure was still clear. It wasn't that there was a problem with her eyes! It's just that his figure is already deep in her heart. Even if you don't have to look at it, you can show it clearly.

She didn't know whether to be happy or sad. She liked him so much, but he never understood her heart.

Because he has no intention of looking at other landscapes. No matter how beautiful it is, how good it is.

She is a rare scenery for him, but it is difficult to enter his heart.

She was helpless, and once summoned up the courage to shout loudly at his departing back: "No return—I like you—"

Her clean and sweet voice spread throughout the underworld, and it reached his ears, but it could not reach his heart.

He was just stunned for a moment, then stopped. Turning to look at her eyes as clear as spring water, she said indifferently: "Nai girl, I have no intention of you." My heart has been promised to Manman. She went, and my heart followed. ”

A tear crossed the corner of her eye, salty and astringent, her heart ached, and she squatted down. Tears fell in large drops, and that was the first time she had cried. For the first time, I cried for three days and three nights.

It wasn't until some of the flowers dried up due to dehydration that she stopped. She stopped not because of her flowers, but because she couldn't cry anymore.

The dehydrated flowers lost their color, and she passed out by the flowers. Finally, return to the flowers.