When Bai Mo saw it, he rushed forward, he snatched the bowl and put it aside angrily, saying that we don't drink, Xiaoxiao, you must not drink.

"Bold, you can not drink, but you can't disturb the soul and let others not drink, what kind of intention do you have? Are you going to break the rules, and you are not afraid that you will be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, in that case, you will be punished for a great sin that will never be reborn? I'm afraid it's too late for you to regret it. ”

A ghost cha stepped forward, and the already deep hell with a shout of reprimand, like thunder, made people even more frightened and frightened.

Sun Meng raised his head slowly, yes, the world is too miserable, no matter the circumstances, there are always hardships and pains to live, whether you love each other, there is always separation to pain, gather and scatter, it is better to dissipate love and hate, and forget, it is also a relief.

She picked up the bowl, and without any further hesitation, drank it all, and poured down with tears.

"I'm sorry, Bai Mo, if you can't escape and can't bear the pain of not being able to get out, it's better to give up. This world is too bitter, I don't want to remember, I'm afraid of being hurt, so let me forget, forget everything, and have a good life again. Her heart murmured, drinking pain, drinking loneliness, drinking longing, drinking all the past in this world.

"Goodbye." She said silently in her heart, and her body slowly walked forward.

"Tiny" she heard someone shouting behind her, and no matter how he tore up, she never looked back.

Drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, it is difficult to give up the love of this life, walk back to the Nai He Bridge, and wet all the attachment in the previous life!

I could only hear the sound of crumbs falling from the bowl behind me, and then the sound of jumping by the Lechuan River.

Bai Mo smashed his bowl of Meng Po soup, but by the bridge, he jumped down.

Her heart trembled, but she was instantly calm as usual, and those vague memories were disappearing from her mind until they ..... No longer remember.

The bowl of Meng Po soup is a furnace that burns her memories, but for Bai Mo, he can't let go of the face engraved in his heart, he is not afraid of death, he is not afraid of waiting, what he is afraid of is that he will not see each other for a long or short life.

In this life, I lost the oath of my previous life, and tears flowed!

It's just that when his eyes are staggered, he has been waiting for thousands of years, but she and him have long been strangers!

For thousands of years, Sun Meng has gone through several reincarnations, every time she suffers from the pain of the world, she is in front of Meng Po, tearfully drinking the bowl of divine water, vowing to forget the pain and love, love and hatred in the world, as well as hardships and fleeting beauty, that life like a meteor, being born as a human being, is so painful.

She can't change the life and breath of this fate, the ups and downs of this life cycle, only a bowl of soup in Meng Po's hand is a good medicine to wash away all the mundane memories in her heart. Only in this way can she have the courage to move forward and beg for the next afterlife, to live a better life.

In the Lethe River, the person who has been tormented several times, in every reincarnation, he always looks at the desperate woman who passes by, when she drinks a bowl of soup, his heart will ache terribly, like a furnace smelting his chest, tumbling and stirring his heart, he knows that in the reincarnation of this life, he is erasing his memory from this woman again and again, until he can no longer remember, leaving no trace.

There is no kind of pain that can forget his own pain more than the woman he loves, this kind of "ruthlessness", like a piece of flesh peeling his flesh, ruthless face.

She couldn't hear his low and long cry: "Xiaoxiao, it's been a thousand years, I've been waiting for you for a thousand years, but you, you can't think of me anymore......." ”

Those who can't give up, sadness is him, pain is him, love and hate is also him, in a one-man show, no one can feel the helplessness and loneliness, but also to stand strong, look at her on the bridge with a resolute face, a lifetime, drinking bowls of Meng Po soup.

He has endured the torment of the Lethe River for thousands of years, but he can't bear the pain of being forgotten.

It's been a thousand years, several generations of fireworks, and finally in the test of a thousand years, you can look for her with memory. Staring at the desolation of the sky, a low cry of sorrow, swept away with the yin wind, and remembering the hope that could finally be had, he smiled, happy as a child who did not grow up.

It's just that when she reappeared in front of her, as always, she wanted to drink the bowl of soup in Meng Po's hand, and the anger that had accumulated in the waiting still made him angry.

"I can finally go to you, but you still have to drink a bowl of soup from this crazy woman, Xiaoxiao, I am Bai Mo, your Bai Mo, a thousand years, I can finally go to the world with you, I can find each other again, and continue a new life." Sun Meng was in front of Meng Po, and was about to take the bowl she handed over, but Leng Buding was knocked over.

Looking at him with teary eyes, she was only a stranger, and she wondered: "Look at you, you have ruined my good deeds." Turning to Meng Po, he said, "Please give me another bowl of money." ”

All Hongchen's love and reluctance will be forgotten at the moment when the soup enters her throat, she thinks, the bitterness, forget it quickly. The smile was frozen on the Nai He Bridge, and under the Lethe Bridge, the river whimpered. The bitterness of dying seems to be a helpless whimper of this river over and over again. The fate of the previous life will be scattered into ethereal smoke clouds, and it will eventually be swept away with that bowl of clear soup.

He was angry but his expression was painful, and he screamed a little bitterly: "Xiaoxiao, you can't, you can't forget me in this life, if so, how can you tell me not to be sad, not angry, you promised me that you will be together in the next life, have you forgotten?" Have you left all the past behind? Left? Forgot? Am I right? ”

She pushed away the body he was going to approach, only when he was crazy and pitiful, but on the bridge, there are crazy and poor people every day, all of them are greedy and helpless for the world, she looked indifferent, and said I really don't know who you are, who you are and what does it have to do with me.

"I just want to, I just want to forget the pain, the shackles in my heart, the reluctance, the sadness, the deception, I don't want it all, I don't want it." She cried, looked behind her, and cried out loudly: "I can't go back, I can't go back, but this reluctance in my heart, it torments me, torments this immortal soul, and makes people feel painful." ”

After that, she took the bowl that Meng Po handed over again, and she raised her neck to drink.

"No, you don't want that." He snatched it again, and knocked it to the ground, and saw the soup bowls lined up in front of him, the one that was rippling with clear waves, and wanted to make people forget to throw away the divine water, he was clearly red-eyed, crazy, and angrily overturned the table and knocked over the soup bowls on the ground.

Suddenly, the ghosts rushed to him, wanting to surrender him, but at this time, Bai Mo seemed to be crazy, he was like an angry lion, more like a devil who had fallen into a demon, and fought with the ghosts.

It has been a thousand years, and he has already suffered in the long wait, and he can no longer stand this ruthless oblivion, and he will be shattered.