A long, gloomy road.

I don't know where it leads.

People walk slowly here.

Weakness in the limbs and blankness in the eyes.

Just walking.

Walking corpses.

They don't know where to go.

I don't know where it came from.

Everything, as if forgotten.

The left and right Yin soldiers discussed what to eat for lunch.

But they don't feel hungry anymore.

Just walking.

Walking.

There are countless gorgeous flowers blooming on both sides of the long road.

Red flowers.

Red as blood.

They are in full bloom, as if to attract people who have come here.

No one knows where these flowers come from.

It's as if they don't know where they came from.

It's been like this, walking alone.

No one is holding them down.

No one beat or scolded them.

Just let them go.

Go slowly.

Go fast.

It's all walking.

Who knows how long the road will take.

Anyway, just go.

With every step they take, they think of something.

A little memory comes to mind.

Some memories make them miserable.

Some memories make them happy.

Some of them were full of joy and quickened their walking.

The people who walked were in tears like rain, squatting on the ground and regretting their mistakes.

But they will eventually get back on their feet.

Keep walking.

This path is the only way to go through reincarnation.

They don't know.

But in my heart it seems that someone is saying, you, you must go.

Just keep walking, keep walking, until the end of the road is almost there, and your mind is full of memories.

In this life and this life, everything I have experienced fills my head like water.

At the end of the road, there is a staircase.

The steps were small, large enough for one person to stand.

People are queuing.

Wait to get up this staircase.

The staircase has a name, called Wangxiang Terrace.

When you stand on the steps, you can take another look at your hometown and the people you miss.

The flowers of the hometown, the grass of the hometown, and the wind of the hometown have all become the most precious memories.

The people of the hometown, in their hearts, can never let go.

The Yin soldiers stood on both sides, leaving them alone.

Some people stand for a day.

The people in the back don't rush either.

Just standing.

Until the leg is numb.

Until the tears are dry.

Until one glance at the long line knew it was time for me to go down.

Wave your hand to your hometown and say goodbye or never again to the person you miss.

Leave the lookout platform.

Ahead, there is a bridge.

By the bridge, there is a stone.

It is said that when you stand in front of this stone, you will be able to see the three lives that belong to you.

This stone is called Sansheng Stone.

Slowly walked towards the stone, looking at his three lives with unknown thoughts.

"So I was so bad in my previous life......"

Someone laughed.

"Damn, I was so cowardly in my previous life!"

Someone clenched his fists.

"Alas, I was a pig in my previous life."

Someone complained.

Looking at the past life is like watching someone else's life, full of fun.

On this long road, in this dark and unseen hell, perhaps, this is the only pleasure.

There is a chaotic river under the bridge.

There are people in Hanoi.

They looked at the people walking on the bridge, looking for them over and over again, and lost again and again.

What are they waiting for in the river.

Nobody knows.

It's like no one knows if they'll be a human or a pig in the next life.

After seeing the three lives and three lives, he came to the bridge.

There was an old woman in the middle of the bridge.

It is said that the old woman will scoop a bowl of soup for you.

If you drink it, you will forget your past and present lives.

Forget the flowers and plants of your hometown.

People who have forgotten their hometown.

Forget about yourself too.

Who you are.

What have you done.

What you want to do.

Forget it all.

The old woman's name is Meng Po.

How long she stayed on the bridge, no one knows.

Perhaps, someone in the river knows.

Perhaps, I don't know.

Who cares.

Anyway, just a bowl of soup.

Anyway, it's just a lifetime of love.

A lifetime of love, a lifetime of love.

They walked the road and stepped onto the bridge, but they didn't have the courage to drink the bowl of soup.

No one is going to rush them.

If you don't drink it, then jump into Hanoi.

It's like going to eighteen layers of hell, and it's painful.

If there is someone who waits, one day he will be able to look at her from afar, and see her drink a bowl of soup and never see her again.

People all choose to jump into Hanoi.

But this pain is not something that everyone can bear.

Some people hold on for three minutes.

Some hold on for three hours.

Some persist for days.

After all, it is better to climb up.

Go to the old woman and ask her for a bowl of soup.

The old woman gently scooped a bowl of cloudy soup.

It is said that this soup is made from the soil of the hometown and the water of the hometown.

Inside, there is a taste of hometown.

"Old woman, this soup tastes good, give me a bowl when I'm done."

That's what people say all the time.

The old woman always smiled and said yes.

And when they finished the bowl of soup, they remembered nothing but the tears that remained in the corners of their eyes.

Walk across the bridge and walk towards reincarnation.

Who knows who?

Who cares who is who?

Everything, it doesn't matter anymore.

The flowers on the bridge sigh that the night is too long, and the people on the bridge sigh that the years are too ruthless.

"Give."

People get a bowl of soup.

It's just that there is an extra girl on the bridge today.

She helped the old woman scoop the soup and handed it to the reincarnated person.

With a smile on her face, she sent every passer-by.

"Little girl, you are so special, ordinary people have already thrown them into the river."

The old woman smiled.

She has been here for too long, dealing with people who are reincarnated, and rarely chatting.

"I don't know, Hades won't accept me."

The girl smiled.

"It's not that I won't accept it, I'm afraid I'll tell you to wait here." The old woman sighed lightly, "Some people, I'm afraid that the king of Hades can't afford to provoke them." ”

"Huh?"

The girl looked confused.

She got up slightly, looked at the long road, and watched from afar.

She does have people she wants to wait for.

It's just that the guy never showed up.

"Old woman, do you think I can go to the prosperous capital in my next life?"

Her eyes were full of longing, imagining the prosperity of the capital, imagining the brocade clothes and food there, and imagining the gentle and long night where the lights were bright.

"Who knows, it's not necessarily good to be a person in the next life."

The old woman scooped up the soup and teased.

"No......"

The girl pouted, looking aggrieved.

She wanted to jump up the pavilion at night, lie on the roof, blow the evening breeze, and watch the night sky of the capital.

It must be extremely beautiful.

She remembered the words of the night and the rabbit again.

"Is the sea beautiful?"

"Beauty, it's the beauty of blue."

"What about the grasslands?"

"It's wild beauty, galloping as far as the eye can see."

"Where's the capital?"

"Singing at night, prosperous as a dream."

"Wow, one day I can go to the capital, I'm going to stand on the tower......"

"What?"

"Hmm...... Stand on the tower...... I want to think about it...... I'm going to hold the little bunny and declare that the whole world is mine. ”

"Then you're done."

"What's wrong?"

"You are so beautiful, the princes of the world will definitely fight for you, and the mountains and rivers will be broken, and the people will not be able to make a living."

"Ah...... So what to do? ”

"Simple, when I rule the world, I will stand on the tower and declare that you are my woman, and no one dares to bully you."

"What about the world? The world is so beautiful. ”

"It doesn't matter, the world belongs to you, you belong to me."

"Well, deal!"

The little bunny is so cute, she must not lie.

The capital must be extremely beautiful.

Yes, it must be.

"Hey, little girl, give me a bowl of soup, I want a big portion."

A voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Oh oh, good!"

She bowed her head and scooped the soup.

"How big is it?"

"A big portion is a large portion."

"But I don't have a big portion, only a bowl."

"Then refill the cup, drink a bowl first, and drink it later."

"Uh-huh, okay."

She took a bowl, looked up, and handed it to the man...... Iron-Eater?

"Hey, hey!"

The black and white panda drank the whole bowl of soup and grinned.

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