This mother-in-law.

It should be the god Meng Po in the Yang world, and the legend says that Meng Po is also an infatuated girl, who died because of love, and then was willing not to enter reincarnation.

Because he can't bear the infatuated men and women in the world, he will suffer from emotional injuries after death.

Therefore, it specially collects the tears shed by the world due to emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and other emotions and boils it into soup.

This is the legendary Meng Po soup.

As long as you drink Meng Po soup, you can forget all the past, let go of all love and hatred, and enter the next reincarnation.

Meng Po noticed Ye Siming, and also saw me, the soup in her hand was slightly paused, and she said quietly.

"One drop of raw tears, two old tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, seven feet of parting tears, eight flavors of Meng Po's sad tears."

Ye Siming stepped and walked over slowly, his voice was cold, "With the eight tears as the guide, it will last for a long time, and the fragrance can pass through the nine heavens, and all ghosts drink it, and they can't remember it in their previous lives." ”

"Life is short, you can't escape a love word, why be persistent, drink this bowl of soup, and you can forget all the troubles of your life." With that, Meng Po handed the bowl to a passing woman.

The woman was in a daze when she took the bowl, but when she drank it, her eyes were hollow, and she walked towards the other end blankly.

"Let's go, let's go, it's time to hit the road." Meng Po's voice muttered, saying the same thing countless times.

I looked at Ye Siming and didn't speak.

"Can this bowl of soup really forget a person's life?" I looked at the soup in Meng Po's hand, the color of the soup was green juice, I don't know how it was made, but it looked a little disgusting.

"When you want to forget, you can forget." Meng Po looked at me and smiled faintly.

"Hundreds of years ago, there was a little girl as big as you on this bridge, and when she came here, she was very sober, and the little girl knelt down and begged me."

"Can you not drink this bowl of soup in my hand, she can't forget him."

"When I saw that she was persistent, I promised her. Jump into the Lethe River and bear the pain of the Thousand Years of Soul Devouring of the Lethe River, let her renew her relationship with him. ”

"When she jumped off the bridge of Naihe, she once said, I have already engraved a hundred years of infatuation on the Sansheng Stone, just to wait for your look back in this life, I am not afraid of the reincarnation of Tu Su, just to wait for you to look back when you meet."

So, she resolutely jumped into the Lethe River.

"Twenty years later, the little girl came here with the thought of him, and after she came here, he had already forgotten her completely for more than ten years, and there was someone else."

"He couldn't see her painful gaze under the bridge, he just drank the bowl of soup in my hand over and over again for a thousand years, and then walked across the bridge again and again with a heart like a rock."

I've seen too many infatuations, and walking on this bridge is also steady and unchaotic

The heart is as quiet as a mirror, and the heart is as heavy as a stone,

In the next life, the front edge will be continued

There is silence on this side of the bridge,

Because my heart is dead, I lost the memory of my life

On the other side of the bridge, mourning the sky, because of the heartbeat,

Entanglement that you can't forget.

"A thousand years later, she walked on this bridge again, and I asked her, do you continue this relationship?"

The little girl picked up the soup in my hand and whispered, giving up the attachment of the previous life, the miss of this life, and the loss of the oath of the previous life. However, by the bridge, waiting for you for a thousand years, when you see it in the wind, and when your eyes are staggered, I am already a stranger. ”

With that, she drank the bowl of soup and walked alone to the other side of the bridge.

"What is love?

It's just a bowl of water.

It's not up to you to forget it.

There is this life, but there is no afterlife,

If you remember, if he forgets,

What's the difference between really forgetting and actually forgetting? ”