In a trance, Zhang Wei came to an unknown place, the world was hazy, just like his consciousness, hazy!

In a trance, he lowered his head and opened his eyes slightly, only to find that there was a dirt road under his feet. He raised his head slightly, glanced at the road where he didn't know where to go, didn't think much about it, just walked along the road with wandering steps.

He didn't go far when suddenly a river appeared in front of him, there was a bridge on the river, and there was a very special stone on the side of the river, and he didn't look at what was carved on the stone, but just kept walking. Walking across the bridge, there was an earthen platform in front of him, there was an old woman selling soup next to the earthen platform, he gradually sobered up and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and turned his head to look at the bridge in shock, and there were three big characters written on the bridge - Nai He Bridge!

At this time, Zhang Wei suddenly realized that he didn't want to go one more step forward. Just as he stopped, the old woman cried out in a kind voice: "Come and drink a bowl of soup, and after drinking this bowl of soup, those gloomy eyes that want to stop talking and are full of tears will turn into ethereal clouds and dissipate indifferently." Whether it is the regret of a lifetime of haste or the regret of the eternal separation of yin and yang, after drinking this soup, it is just a dream that cannot be remembered! Come on, drink it, drink it, drink it All the circumstances and troubles of your previous life will be empty from now on!"

The old woman held a bowl of soup and persuaded Zhang Wei with poetic words, but Zhang Wei didn't know why he was so nostalgic for that unsatisfactory life at this time, and stubbornly stood in place, unwilling to take even half a step. However, his body floated uncontrollably at this moment, floating to the earthen platform.

The old woman said kindly: "Alas, what a young man! This is the number of fate! Alas, since you have come here, let us accept your fate! Okay, you should first see your hometown on the lookout platform!"

As soon as the old woman's words fell, Zhang Wei, who was standing on the lookout platform, suddenly opened up in front of him, and saw that wherever his eyes went, a place that he was most familiar with appeared! Smoke curled up, a small village, lying quietly in a piece of greenery, and the warm sun spread wantonly in every corner. A group of happy-chasing teenagers sang folk songs and frolicked in the fields, all with that seemingly eternal smile on their faces. And the cheerful birds are also dancing in the green shade, blending with the surrounding beautiful colors, painting the most beautiful picture in Zhang Wei's heart at this moment!

Gradually, the picture of his hometown gradually dissipated, slowly changing into his kind parents, smiling and waving to him, and then his playmates happily calling his nickname and saying that they would go to the Internet café to play LOL together...... But at some point, his eyes were wet!

Zhang Wei's consciousness became clearer and clearer, and he knew that although he wanted to see more of the lively insects and birds, and listen to the timeless songs... So Zhang Wei didn't want to look any further, because he didn't want to add any more pain! So he closed his eyes, tears slid down his cheeks, and the memories in his mind were echoing, he thought of the poor but warm home, and the parents who took care of him, and there seemed to be a thousand words to tell them in his heart... However...

Zhang Wei finally lost control of his emotions and cried: "I really don't want to die, God! I know, maybe I can change my fate if I work harder, I just can't find an excuse to fail for a while, so I go crazy and scold you like this! God, believe me, God! Please, give me a chance!"

However, no matter how much he cried, there was no response! Finally, he was tired of shouting, stopped, and smiled bitterly for a while, laughing at himself that it was only at this time that he completely understood the true meaning of the saying that it is better to die than to live!

"Alas!" Meng Po looked at Zhang Wei on the township platform, sighed with pity, but urged in that kind voice: "Young man, it's time to drink soup!"

Zhang Wei on the Wangxiang Platform was stunned, and he didn't listen to Meng Po's words at all, but his body floated up again, and he floated directly to Meng Po's stall.

Zhang Wei looked at the soup handed over by Meng Po, brushed away the tears with his sleeve, swallowed his saliva, and then took the soup bowl with his trembling hand! He looked at the soup in the bowl, the soup was clear and translucent, and the smell was as fragrant as an orchid, and he wanted to drink it in one gulp from the bottom of his heart, but this was Meng Po soup after all! So Zhang Wei didn't do this, just stood still, looked at the soup in the bowl, and was stunned. Seeing this, Meng Po urged again, and then Zhang Wei seemed to be awakened by Meng Po's urging, shook his body smartly, and then glanced at the kind Meng Po, there was no other way at this time, so Zhang Wei had to lower his head and reluctantly take a sip. As Meng Po soup flowed into his mouth, there was an indescribable fragrance rippling between his lips and teeth at this time, and he suddenly felt like a dream, as if he was in heaven and earth! Zhang Wei couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "This soup is really delicious! The taste is full and pure, mellow and poetic, delicious and sweet, fragrant and overflowing, and the taste is rich, this, this is definitely the king of soups!"

However, no matter how delicious the soup was, Zhang Wei just held it in his mouth and didn't want to swallow it, because his heart stubbornly didn't want to forget everything that was not good. Then, he lowered his head and put down the bowl, pretended to have drunk it, turned around and walked along the road, and walked forward!

It may be that Meng Po believes in the medicinal power of soup too much and thinks that just a small sip is enough! Or it may be that he is born with a big mouth, and a small sip of soup in his mouth cannot be detected by others! Or it may be that Meng Po is too old and a little confused...... So I was fooled by Zhang Wei like this!

Zhang Wei saw that he was far away, so he spit out the soup in his mouth, and then walked forward along the road.

Zhang Wei was walking, and two ghosts suddenly appeared in front of him, one of them grabbed his clothes and asked loudly, "Have you drunk Meng Po soup?"

"Drink!" Zhang Wei replied with some panic.

The ghost sneered: "I remember it very clearly, give Lao Tzu back and drink again!"

Zhang Wei was shocked, he didn't expect this underworld routine to be so deep that it was debunked all at once!

There was no way, Zhang Wei had no choice but to obediently return to Meng Po's stall, and said timidly: "Meng Po, I'm sorry, it may have been that I drank a little less soup just now, and I haven't forgotten the things in my head, so the ghost asked me to come back and drink again!"

After hearing this, Meng Po didn't say anything, just smiled and handed over another bowl of soup.

Zhang Wei took the soup, took a big sip, and concealed it from Meng Po in a daze, but still didn't swallow it.

Then, when he came to the ghost again, the ghost still asked, "Have you drunk the soup?"

"What soup?" Zhang Wei replied calmly.

The ghost is angry: "Not only can I understand Mandarin, but I can also speak! Get out of the !! for Lao Tzu."

Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, he never expected this netherworld routine to be terrifying!

After that, the two ghosts looked hideous, and at the same time they were accumulating, only to see two strange-shaped feet kicking Zhang Wei's ass fiercely! With a terrible scream, Zhang Wei's body also flew out like an arrow off the string, but he didn't know where to fly!