She really wanted to give up. Since he didn't have himself in his heart, and since she couldn't enter his heart no matter what, why did she hold on to it?

Why bother hurting yourself and embarrassing others?

Crying alone, no one cares, why bother?

It's so stupid that she's been doing so many unnecessary things for so long. I thought it was time for me to wake up.

Meng Po said: "It's good if you can figure it out, I thought you would wait like no return." ”

"No, it won't. She shook her head.

He who does not wait is not only guarding the people he loves, but also the people who love him! And the people who have been waiting for him stupidly are the people who belong to their hearts.

It's worth the wait, and she's not.

A lot of things seemed easy to figure out, and she had figured them all out. But some people want to let go, but it's hard.

When Bugui passed in front of Nai He again, Nai He still looked at his figure and was distracted. She wanted to know if he was good, what souls he had encountered, and what kind of mood he had crossed them.

None of these things have anything to do with her, but because she doesn't return, she is curious about everything.

Meng Po looked at her and let out a long sigh.

She didn't say anything to Nai He anymore, and she understood everything she should understand. It's just that some things have to be done slowly, but it is understandable that they can't let go of it now.

"Am I stupid?" she asked Meng Po.

Meng Po smiled: "It's stupid, but I've lived for nearly 10,000 years, and I've seen anyone more stupid than you." ”

"Is there one?" she didn't believe.

Meng Po chuckled, "I am." ”

She shook her head in disbelief. In her opinion, Meng Po is the wisest person in the underworld. Meng Po hooked the corners of her mouth, but it was the first time she saw such a weak and helpless smile.

Meng Po said that she had a husband before she became an immortal, and they had always loved each other. Later, under the guidance of the immortals, the couple cultivated together to become immortals.

The two of them are like two extremes, her husband helps people pull the red line and promote marriage. And what she likes to do is to create love water, so that people who have been hurt by love forget the past.

"Your husband can't be Yue Lao, right?" she was surprised.

Meng Po smiled and nodded: "He is a very gentle man, and he always hopes that everyone can be happy." But how can it be so easy? There are still countless people in the world who are struggling with love every day. ”

Yue Lao can go down to earth for a few days for a couple of men and women to have a happy marriage. But Meng Po misses him very much, since he has worked hard for so long without results, since the man and woman are destined to suffer, let them forget each other.

Meng Po tricked them into drinking the water of forgetfulness and waited for her husband to return. But her husband looked at her with only annoyance.

Obviously they are such suitable two people, obviously he has been working hard for so long. But she easily let all his previous efforts go to waste.

How so?

The estrangement between the couple inevitably increased, and eventually it widened. Even if we love each other, it is in vain to have no common language.

She always felt that he was nosy and overly worried. He always felt that she was cold and ruthless, too cruel.

Eventually, she felt that she couldn't get along with him anymore.

They made an appointment to leave and drank a glass of forgetful water together, just like when they drank wine.

The past is like smoke, and the past is forgotten. He and her went their separate ways.

"But why do you remember him?" asked him.

"Because I didn't drink at all!" she smiled wryly.

She watched him drink the water of forgetfulness, but she didn't have the courage to drink it. She didn't want to forget him.

At that time, Yue Lao asked Meng Po who she was.

Meng Po was so painful that she couldn't help herself, but she could only force a smile. She asked him who he was, and where had they met?

He said they must have seen it somewhere.

She laughs, maybe!

Then, she turned away from him forever.

From then on one in heaven and one on earth. Huangquan is blue, she and him, the two don't see each other.

"Then if I forget not to return, won't it hurt so much?" she asked Meng Po.

Meng Po said: "The world is unpredictable, maybe you will fall in love with him again after forgetting him." ”

Because I don't remember the pain before, I don't have the hurt before. Her innocent little flower demon is only afraid that she will be attracted by no return again.

Forget it! She felt terrible to think about.

Seeing that Nai's eyes were red, Meng Po said distressedly: "If it's really uncomfortable, let's cry in my mother-in-law's arms for a while!"

She shook her head, she didn't want to cry anymore, she didn't want to cry anymore.

But she wanted to walk alone, and as she walked, she saw the withered grass on the other side.

She couldn't help but think, how beautiful was the mandala back then? How beautiful was the mandala back then?

She couldn't help but walk like the dead grass, her hand caressing the lifeless dry grass leaves, and she felt that her heart was aching.

How could it hurt? Was it because it hurt from not returning? Could she already empathize with his pain?

It shouldn't be like this. However, I only felt that I shouldn't, but I couldn't think of a reason.

"Why are you here, girl?" Bugui saw her, very surprised and flustered.

This is the place where he and Manman are not supposed to come.

"Just walk around. She smiled bitterly in her heart, his nervous expression, as if she was going to ruin this place.

He tried to tell her to go quickly, but he was too embarrassed to speak, and just stood at the bow of the boat and looked at her.

However, he could see clearly, and that kind of look clearly asked her to hurry up.

It was no longer interesting to stay, she was about to leave with her skirt up, but the dry blades of grass cut her fingers. Where blood fell, the withered grass began to come back to life.

In a withered yellow, there are a few more touches of emerald green, which is particularly conspicuous. She was surprised and froze in place.

He was stunned, but flew ashore and grabbed her hand.

She had never felt his temperature so intimately, and she couldn't help but feel her heart fluttering. It was only the sharp pain in her hand that forced her to come back to her senses.

It turned out that he was trying to squeeze the blood oozing from her wound.

It turned out that he just wanted to test whether her blood had the effect of reviving the dead on the mandala Hua.

It turned out that he could treat her so cruelly for the sake of Manman.

She withdrew her hand. Even if he didn't love her, he should know that she was innocent, and he should know that there was no need for her to sacrifice for Manman.

But he said to her, "Please."

Oh, how could he beg her like that?

Why can't she refuse?

She was ruthless, and drew a knife to cut a deep, deep cut in her hand.

He looked at her in amazement, and she smiled lightly, as if she didn't care.

But she hurts, it hurts! Not only does her hand hurt, but her heart hurts even more!

The dead grass on the ground miraculously came back to life after being soaked in her blood. The green is so vivid. It was so bright that it stinged her eyes.

Tears dripped on the wound, and the pain pierced the heart.

Why are you crying? She didn't think she was crying! The piercing color made her eyes hurt too much.

How could her hopeless heart be disappointed again?

"Girl, bandage it!" and handed her a handkerchief.

"No need!" he shook his hand coldly, turned away, and looked at him again.

Just let the blood flow! Let the heart ache! Let her remember how cruel this man is.

But what he didn't know was that the blood splashed on his hand was like a knife, tearing his skin little by little.

Even, it's his heart.

It's so painful, I don't know, I don't even know why I don't return.