Wine can be poured again, but life cannot be restarted.

["Further on, there is the Soul Washing Bridge, take the sign, go. The black-faced ghost officer patted him on the shoulder, shook his head regretfully, and turned away.

This is a sixteen-year-old boy, dressed in a school uniform, who should be the age of vitality, but his forehead and chest are covered with blood. He walked forward with the sign, and there were ghosts crying and wolf howling all the way, which was very scary.

"Big brother, were you also hit by a car?"

"Oops" The boy was startled, and looked down to see that it was a little girl of five or six years old, holding a dirty, bloodstained stuffed bear in her arms, with a big mouth on her head, but still grinning and showing a sweet smile.

The boy looked at the little girl and touched her head, "Does it hurt?" The boy's eyes welled up with distress, and he asked cautiously.

"It doesn't hurt" The little girl shook her head gently, "Big brother, you hurt a lot!" The girl is innocent and cute, "Na, the bear will give it to you, and it won't hurt if you want to." The girl shoved the bear in her arms into the boy's hand.

The boy looked at the bear in his hand and smiled.

"Thank you, go, brother is holding you." The two men walked forward hand in hand.

The further they went, the more vague their memories became, and the sign in their hands was full of words, and as they moved forward step by step, it disappeared little by little, until they reached the other end of the Soul Washing Bridge, and the sign was empty.

Their memories have also been erased little by little, and only the scars on their bodies can prove everything they have suffered, and the Soul Washing Bridge can wash away the pain of their souls and let them reincarnate with peace of mind, but they can't wash away the scars all over their bodies no matter what.

From a distance, on the other side of the Soul Washing Bridge, there is a group of shining souls, a group of underage children. The eldest is only seventeen years old, and the younger one is just learning to walk.

"Is it over?" In the distance of the Soul Washing Bridge, there were two people standing, one was dressed in red, holding a red fan, and a woman in black was standing next to her bending slightly, reporting something to her.

"It's over, the last one has just passed." The woman in black was expressionless.

"How many?" The woman's question was a little cold.

"Eighty-nine, forty-eight for males, forty-one for females. The youngest is one year old and four months, and the oldest is seventeen a month old. ”

"Let them get out of here cleanly." After the woman in red finished speaking, she opened the fan with a snap and turned to leave.

If you can see it clearly, a tear of blood flows from the corner of the woman in red's eyes. She's been here for a thousand years, and it's only in the last thirty years that there have been so many children, often, all children. Sometimes there are twenty or thirty, and sometimes hundreds. These people, all scarred and bloodstained. Without exception, all of them died at the scene of the car accident.

The woman in black looked up at the group of glowing children and shook her head, "It's a pity. ”

With a snap of the fingers, four people came out.

"Take them to reincarnation."

"Yes!"

At this point, those children walked into their next life with wounds all over their bodies. 】

Myths have reincarnation, but life cannot be repeated.

It is hoped that everyone will obey the traffic laws in the same way that elementary school students follow the rules for elementary school students. How many people die in car accidents every day, and how many families are in agony. I hope that everyone can have more respect for their own lives and, at the same time, respect the lives of others.

(This story is pure fiction).

Cherish life, good night, dreamers!