When they walked across the Nai He Bridge, Meng Po watched them and did not speak, and did not even let them drink Meng Po soup.

Feeling strange, Meng Po said in a low voice: "It's just some unnecessary things, you don't have to do it." ”

The ears were full of sorrow at first, but then gradually calmed down, and Dusty couldn't help but stop and asked, "Ah Wan, what kind of place is this?"

Twilight asks rhetorically, "Why did you stop?"

She said that as long as they keep moving forward, they can always be together, and no one can break them up.

Then let's go! It doesn't matter what the road ahead is, as long as she's there. The dust is obviously invisible, but the heart is not confused.

She is his eyes, her mind is his mind, she is his everything.

He smiled and said that it would be fine for Ah Wan to go wherever he wanted, as long as Ah Wan was still there.

It seemed that someone was catching up with him, and Dusty could clearly hear someone behind him shouting his name. But Twilight said that there was no one else, this was the underworld, and it was just an illusion used by the unjust soul to seduce people, and there was no need to bother.

He knew it wasn't a hallucination, but he didn't speak. He didn't know what Twilight was thinking, and even though he noticed her abnormality, he still chose to believe her.

Feeling the water up to his knees, Dye Chen asked, "Ah Wan, what kind of place is this?"

Twilight didn't speak, he could hear her low sobs, and he could feel the warm liquid running across his hands.

He didn't understand why Twilight was crying, didn't she say we were going to be together right away?

Dye Chen was about to ask her, but suddenly her whole body felt pain, and her body kept drowning, this feeling was terrifyingly helpless. What's going on?

Dyed Dust wanted to get out of the predicament at the moment, and began to struggle hard.

It's just that Twilight hugged him tightly, and he could hear Twilight's voice in his heart.

Twilight said, "Dust, aren't we going to be together forever?"

It turned out to be weak water, weak water that no one could reach, weak water full of death.

So this is where no one can stop them? Dusty gave up the struggle, so that no one would bother him again.

He and she have already bypassed the red line for thousands of turns, and they will not be washed away in the water, and they will never be separated again.

Dust hugged Twilight tightly, and so did Twilight. When I was drowsy, I faintly heard the sound of dust in the evening......

"Ah Wan, it's good that we're still together. ”

There is no need to wait for the next life, there is no need to regret the previous life, at least in this life, none of them let go of anyone, no one has failed anyone, and no one has lost anyone.

At least in this life, they can embrace each other from birth to death.

"Sir, it's late spring, why haven't you seen the blossoms bloom this year?"

"Because the god of the flowers has fallen. The storyteller sighed, "Today, I'll tell you a story about the Flower God and the Demon Venerable!"

"Born in fate and drowning in love, they eventually hugged each other and drowned in weak water together. ”

Later, on the shore of the weak water at the end of the underworld, a plant was born. One is as white as snow, and the other is as dark as night. Completely opposite colors, but in perfect harmony.

Weak water is poisonous, and this flower is also poisonous, and no one can touch it. Whoever tries to fold flowers will die.

He and her will never be separated again, and they can no longer be separated. Year after year, Meng Po boiled Meng Po soup day after day, and said to the people standing in front of her as always, "Are you tired of walking, let's drink a bowl of soup and rest!"

"Good. The man replied with a smile.

Although it has not been heard for many years, although it has long been vicissitudes, Meng Po's heart was stagnant, and she smiled and said: "It turns out that the old woman is here, and the old woman is ......."

Seeing that Meng Po was about to salute, Yue Lao hurriedly grabbed her: "Madame doesn't have to be polite. ”

Yue Lao said again: "The old man came this time just for the red line, but it seems to be too late." ”

Meng Po was silent, wanting to say anything, but she couldn't open her mouth. That's the man she thought she would never see again in her life, why did he appear in front of her eyes alive?

The old man drank the Meng Po soup and said with a smile: "Madame's craftsmanship is still so good, and I have no regrets when I have the honor to taste it today." ”

Yue Lao has been away for a long time, but Meng Po still hasn't come back to her senses. It turned out that the man had not forgotten anything.

"The flowers bloom to the evening dust, and the ghost bridge is sad and gloomy. The past is more or less empty, only the wind and moon on the riverside are light...... "The person who sings by the weak water is helpless."

He propped up the boat and slowly passed in front of her. When he came to her, he smiled at Naihe, and he also smiled and waved his hand at No.

The past is more or less empty, only the present is still true.