At the bottom of the Lechuan River, it is unusually cold.

The poppy petals sinking at the bottom of the river reminded me of the scorching peach blossom forest back then, and the good son on Mo.

Meng Po is now standing in front of the poppy fairy, "Poppy fairy, you have been able to cultivate this body for ten thousand years, why do you want to practice like this, drink and play the forgetful soup specially made by Meng Po for you, and forget everything in the red dust, from now on, wouldn't it be good to just be a free and scattered immortal?" ”

The poppy fairy slowly raised her clear cheeks, and there were a few locks of hair soaked in the rootless water of Lethe River hanging on her forehead, and said resolutely: "Meng Po, poppy knows that you are for my good, maybe I am such an unsuccessful fairy, I don't have the courage to forget him, forget the red earthly things I experienced with him, do you know, that feeling, all revolve around him, he is good, I am good, he is not good, I am even worse than him, maybe you think he is just a mortal who is about to fall into reincarnation, but in my opinion, no one is as good as him."

Meng Po lowered her ravine-wide eyelids, "The love of men and women in the world is the most hurtful." ”

I looked at Meng Po's gloomy appearance, and only asked, "Meng Po has also experienced something?" ”

Meng Po looked into the distance and sighed, "That was a long time ago. ”

With tears in my eyes, I asked again: "So, did Meng Po make a bowl of forgetful soup for herself?" ”

Meng Po replied happily: "No, I am the same as you. ”

I smiled, "That'...... What about him? ”

Meng Po shook her head and said, "I don't know where he is, I'm afraid he's a happy immortal in the sky!" ”

I frowned and said, "Why should Meng Po be sad for such a person? ”

Meng Po asked rhetorically, "What if it's you?" ”

I thought, "If it were me, I'd be like you!" ”

Meng Po said helplessly: "Actually, you and I are the same, we all know in our hearts that even immortals can't escape the word 'feelings', it is easy to persuade others, but it is difficult to persuade yourself." ”

I added: "If you meet someone like you and me, who only admits death, you are the most helpless. ”

Meng Po said again: "I was just like you at the beginning, so I was punished in Lechuan and lived forever as an old woman." ”

I was surprised: "How can the Emperor of Heaven be so ruthless? ”

Meng Po said: "The Emperor of Heaven is already a thoughtless person, so he naturally can't understand the pain of you and me. ”

I thought, "If a person doesn't even have seven emotions and six desires, then what's the use of this body?" ”

Meng Po only sighed slightly and stopped talking.

I then replied: "I promised him that I would be a couple for the rest of my life, but I didn't expect that his life was not my life. ”

Meng Po poured all the forgetful soup in front of her, "Your life is good, his life is no matter what, after all, you can't beat fate, you and him are afraid that it will be difficult to see each other in this life, don't you regret it?" ”

I smiled and replied, "I have no regrets." ”

Meng Po let out a sigh, "You are at the bottom of this Lechuan River every day, gnawed by flowing souls, for thousands of years, he may have forgotten you a long time ago." ”

I closed my eyes slightly, "It's because he forgot, I have to remember, otherwise, my fate with him will really disappear, there is a saying in the world called time will dilute everything, but this sentence does not exist in Lethe, thousands of years later, maybe in one of his lifetimes, will come here, I can see him again." ”

Lethe, no matter day or night, no time or event, for hundreds of millions of years, it is the same, the spirit of coming and going, has never taken away a trace of breath here.

The scorching poppy and the trickling dan stream are all rootless tears that people shed here in the red dust, which are either regretful, sad, resolute, or unforgettable......

There are a lot of sad and lamentable, rumors here, no matter people and ghosts, no matter the immortals and Buddhas, as long as they are between the Lethe River, but a lifetime of ups and downs, broken thousands of years of torment, but I have not seen the second person who jumped into the Lethe River in addition to myself.

Now I finally understand that when Meng Po serves him the first bowl of forgetfulness soup, he will already choose to forget, and how can those who refuse to forget the soup be willing to plunge into Lethe?

I used to be so silly and cute......

I still haven't figured out what love is, what love is, maybe it can only be a feeling, and it will never become a concrete image.