Ah, except for my life, the little finch has also left me, and I don't seem to have any memories in this world.

My favorite life, my favorite little bird, has left me. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but let out a sad cry anymore.

I looked at my paws, which were still usable, but they were already a little old, and I ran to the edge of the lake, and I saw that my black hair, which had been red, had fallen out a lot, and even bald in some places. The fox that used to like to roam around is now old.

I buried the little finch in the same place where we first met. The children of the little finch also have their own home, and the little finch has passed away, so it is better to bury the little finch in the place where we first knew, and everything goes back to the beginning.

Pingsheng is gone, the little finch is gone, so what nostalgia do I have for this world?

For many years, I stayed at the grave of my life and the grave of the little bird, until I was too old to walk, my claws were no longer sharp, my teeth were gone, and I was still walking.

When you die, you feel it. That day I seemed to regain all my strength, and I told me a lot about what we had experienced together at the grave of the little finch, and I laughed and laughed and cried.

Now, I seem to understand why Pingsheng's father didn't shed tears at the funeral, but when I walked to Pingsheng's room later, I couldn't help but cry.

It's like this for people, and it's like this for animals. I had a premonition of his death, and it didn't make me despair, but what really made me feel desperate was the calm and accessible daily life that I occasionally remembered.

I dragged my tired body to the grave of my life, and I suddenly felt a little sad, but I was sad that I had not seen him for a long time. I don't know if it's okay to live underground, I don't know if he's reincarnated, I don't know if he remembers me.

I finally raised my paw and gently stroked the tombstone of my life.

In my life, I'm here to accompany you. Pingsheng, Pingsheng, you go slowly, I'm here to see you, I'm coming to look for you, I'll use to run, you wait for me a little.

I felt my breathing getting lighter and lighter, but my heart felt as if it had returned to a few years ago, when I had first met each other.

I'm here to see you.

My breathing became lighter and lighter, and eventually I couldn't breathe at all. I'm not scared at all, I've come to see you in my life.

I watched my soul get farther and farther away from the ground, and the sky higher and higher, but my heart was indescribably calm, my short life was finally over.

I looked at two people, one in black and one in white, and they came to pick me up, and I thought they must be black and white.

They asked me, "Is your name Susu?" Your life has come to an end, come with us. I replied, "Okay." ”

They led me into the underground, I followed them closely, they led me through the ghost gate, along the way I saw a lot of ghosts like me, they saw me and looked at those souls, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, these souls die before they reach Yangshou." Some died in accidents, some committed suicide, and they could only wander on this Huangquan Road and leave only when their yang life was exhausted. ”

At this time, Bai Wuchang turned his head to me and said, "Are you very glad that you died of natural causes, otherwise you should be the one who is wandering on this Huangquan Road." ”

I looked at the souls, and some of them looked at me. I don't know why, but I can feel the sadness of each of these souls. I watched as some souls stared intently at the red moon in the sky, as if they saw their loved ones through the ground.

The flowers on the other side of Huangquan Road are very glamorous, swaying blood-red. From a distance, it looks like it is paved with blood. In fact, it seems right to say that it is paved with blood, blood-red flowers irrigated with the blood of the dead.

I listened to Hei Wuchang's cold words, "The fragrance of the flowers on the other side has magical power, and it will remind people of the past and present lives. And a lot of them are here to reminisce about the past, a lot of regrets, regret why they chose to leave, but this is hell, where is the opportunity to regret? ”

I looked at the river in the distance from afar, and Bai Wuchang said, "Let's go, you don't need to look at this." Since they have done so, they should suffer the end, and there is no one in hell here who is not pitied. ”

I walked slowly with them, getting closer and closer to the river, and saw that there was a river on the river, and there was a stone standing on the bank of the river, which said "Sansheng Stone".

When I walked here, the black and white impermanence suddenly stopped, and said, "Behind the Sansheng Stone is your past and present life, which records the debts you should repay. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? When you cross this bridge and step on this Lechuan River, you will never have a chance. ”

I walked to the back of the Sansheng Stone, I looked at it for a long time, and there was actually only one on it: "The love with Bai Pingsheng should be judged in the next life." ”

I looked at it like this, and I asked, "What if I can't break this relationship?" ”

Hei Wuchang snorted coldly, "If it can't be broken, it will be disposed of by the judge, and if it is reincarnation, it will be disposed of by Meng Po." ”

I took a deep breath and said, "Let's go." ”

Bai Wuchang asked, "Do you regret it?" ”

I said, "Never." I just want to leave as soon as possible and go to Wangxiangtai to see Meng Po as soon as possible. ”

I stepped on this bridge of helplessness, but my heart involuntarily swelled up with the bits and pieces of my life, as if everything was worth it. I have walked a long way in this short journey. I want to know if there is my name on the Sansheng Stone in my life, and whether there are also memories of me when I walked across the bridge in my life.

Before I knew it, I walked in front of Meng Po. Meng Po is not an old woman as it is said in the world, but a beautiful woman like a flower. Every time he went to someone, Meng Po would look at him carefully and ask him, "Do you still have memories of this life, if you have no regrets, then drink this Meng Po soup and fall into reincarnation." The little imp next to him would scoop out a small bowl of Meng Po soup and hand it to the man, watching him drink it all and send him into samsara.

Meng Po picked me up from the ground and asked me, "Little fox, do you still have any memories of this life?" I nodded hurriedly, Meng Po tapped my throat, and I opened my mouth again, and it was human language. I said, "I still have memories of this life!" ”

When Meng Po heard this, she laughed instead, she was thrillingly beautiful, but asked coldly, "Do you know how many souls this bridge has walked through in a day?" Do you know how many people have said this? If you say that you still have a memory, do you see the soul floating on the Lethe River downstream of the bridge? If you make up your mind, go down, if you can't let go of it for a hundred years, I will allow you to take your memory to reincarnate, and you can give up halfway. Little fox, have you decided? ”

I jumped down and fell steadily into the Lechuan River, making a "poof" sound, I turned my head and waved my hand to my mother-in-law, shouting, "Mother-in-law must remember the time for me!" ”