The little pavilion didn't look like anything special, except that there was a cauldron in the pavilion, and there was still steaming on it, and next to the pavilion, there sat an old lady who had been eroded by the wind.

Occasionally, a ghost would pass by, begging for a bowl of soup there, and then resolutely drank it, and then reluctantly stepped on the wooden bridge and walked to the opposite side.

"Then, that's not Meng Po, right?" Fang Yuan exclaimed.

I'm stunned too, but I guess it's right.

Since this is the Yellow Spring, the turbid river must be the Santu River, that is, the Lechuan River, and the river surface is naturally the Nai He Bridge. And the old woman is naturally Meng Po.

Han Ze's face instantly became extremely ugly, and he clenched his fists tightly, his eyes staring at it.

Obviously, he felt that we were too late. Chu Chu may have drunk Meng Po soup and stepped on the Nai He Bridge.

"Don't be nervous first, maybe, maybe Chu Chu hasn't come yet, let's go over and ask first." I saw that Han Ze's face was so ugly. I'm worried that he won't be able to accept it.

Han Zeqiang squeezed out a smile, "Well, she won't drink soup, she definitely won't!" ”

We rode to the neighborhood, and at this time, I saw a person also walking towards the Forget Worry Pavilion, and it turned out to be an acquaintance, it was that Xiao Sa.

Xiao Sa also saw us, nodded at us, and walked to the Forget Worry Pavilion.

We all hurriedly dismounted and arrived in front of the Forgotten Worries Pavilion.

Meng Po didn't know how old she was, her face was full of wrinkles, and she couldn't open her eyes, sitting on the bench in the pavilion, gently stirring the Meng Po soup in the pot with the wooden spoon in her hand.

"Here you go again." Suddenly, a hoarse voice came out of Meng Po's throat.

We were all stunned, thinking that she was talking to us, but soon we found out that the target of her speech was not us, but Xiao Sa.

Xiao Sa looked at Meng Po and smiled, "Well, here we go again!" ”

"Again?" We were all stunned, could it be that this Xiao Sa still often comes here to drink Meng Po soup?

Doesn't the legend say that as long as you drink Meng Po soup, you will forget everything?

Meng Po raised her head slightly, glanced at Xiao Sa, and said hoarsely: "Why bother, it took so many years to find those things." ”

Xiao Sa smiled, "It's not worth it, as long as I think it makes sense." ”

Meng Po sighed and shook her head gently.

"This is what I have found over the years, a little less, but I believe it should be enough." Xiao Sa handed over the bag.

Meng Po stretched out her crumpled hand and took the bag.

We were all curious and didn't know what was in the bag, and as you can imagine from the conversation between the two, the two seemed to know each other.

This Xiao Sa is full of secrets, constantly attracting our desire to learn.

And Meng Po took the bag and opened it gently. Inside turned out to be a few small transparent bottles, which contained various kinds of liquids, which were very beautiful.

Meng Po looked at the bottles and whispered: "Meng Po soup, the soup is divided into five flavors, sweet, bitter, sour, pungent, and alkaline. ”

Meng Po said, opening one of the bottles and pouring the liquid into the cauldron one by one.

The Meng Po soup in the pot immediately emitted a pungent and unpleasant bitter taste.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Po opened the second bottle and poured the liquid into the pot again, and the pot immediately emitted a sour smell.

"Everyone, will cry, or because of joy, because of sorrow, because of pain, because of hatred, because of sorrow, because of love, full of affection, I boiled it, into Meng Po soup, containing all the flavors of the world, the soul drinks, and then forget all the joys and sorrows. It is for merit also. ”

Meng Po muttered as she dripped the liquid in.

And each bottle of liquid dripped inside, it would emit a different taste, and in the end, six bottles were poured, but Meng Po's hand was there.

"Missing." Meng Po raised her head slightly. looked at Xiao Sa.

Xiao Sa smiled, took the bowl from Meng Po's hand, and put it under her chin.

"The last lovesick tears." Xiao Sa said, and a tear fell into the bowl.

Meng Po smiled bitterly, "Everyone in the world must forget all kinds of suffering. But you want me to remember, year after year, life after life, is it worth doing this? ”

Xiao Sa handed the bowl over. Gently shaking his head, "It's worth it, as long as I think it's all meaningful, as long as I feel that the people who used to be can remember me again, everything is worth it." ”

Xiao Sa's words were slightly choked. I don't know if it makes us all wet eyes.

Meng Po shook her head helplessly again, poured the liquid in the bowl into the pot, and suddenly, the pot exuded a rich fragrance. It makes you want to smell more and even take a sip.

"Brother Su, why do I want to cry so much?" Fang Yuan sniffled beside him, but unfortunately, the ghost didn't have tears.

But Xiao Sa had tears. I quickly realized something, and looked at Xiao Sa in front of me in surprise.

If I'm not mistaken, he's not a ghost, he's a human.

Moreover, this person is called Xiao Sa. Maybe there is some story with Meng Po in front of him.

"May I look at you? I'm going to leave after reading it, and next time I have a bonus, I'll come again. Xiao Sa looked at Meng Po and said affectionately.

Meng Po sighed again, and a faint light suddenly emanated from her body. Immediately afterwards, the wrinkles on his face quickly faded, and his skin began to become extremely smooth, and even the white hair on his head gradually turned black.

After a while, the old Meng Po in front of her was gone, and she turned into a down-to-earth and generous woman.

This woman is not very pretty, but she gives people a very attractive feeling.

Especially when this woman smiled, it suddenly made people feel like a spring breeze, as if everything had lost its luster.

It's a pity. With this smile, the delicate face was quickly covered with wrinkles and gradually became old.

"Brother Su, look, the sea of flowers on the other side has changed color." Fang Yuan exclaimed. looked at the sea of flowers on the other side around him.

Before I could recover from this brief shock, I hurriedly looked around, and suddenly saw that the sea of flowers on the other side, which was originally as delicate as blood, was changing color rapidly.

Or rather, they have lost their original color. Gradually, it turned white.

The sea of flowers for eight hundred miles has changed from red to white in this way, which is so spectacular that countless ghosts linger for it.

And when the last flower turned completely white, Meng Po in front of her also returned to her original old appearance again.

We were speechless in shock. But Xiao Sa said lightly: "Okay, I'm leaving!" ”

Meng Po didn't speak, just nodded, and gently stirred the Meng Po soup in the pot again.

Xiao Sa turned his head, glanced at us, nodded again, and then flew away, disappearing into the sea of white flowers.

"Mother-in-law, are you lovers?" Fang Yuan stood there and asked gossipingly.

Meng Po smiled, "I don't remember." ”

"Don't remember? How is it possible, I can feel that he likes you very much, since you are lovers, how can you not remember? "Women are sensual animals, and this is fully reflected in Fang Yuan.

Actually, we are also curious.

Anyone can see the scene just now. Xiao Sa likes this Meng Po, but Meng Po really doesn't seem to remember it.

"A bowl of Meng Po soup, life and death are forgotten." Meng Po muttered.

We looked at each other, and we didn't understand, didn't we? This Meng Po also drank Meng Po soup, so she forgot everything?

However, we didn't dwell on that anymore.

Han Ze took two steps forward and asked, "Mother-in-law, have you seen a girl, she should be wearing a pale yellow dress, she is very beautiful, and when she laughs, she is the same as her mother-in-law, and she can make people feel that spring flowers are blooming." ”

Han Ze said, as if he remembered something, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Since ancient times, there have been many lovesick tears, and a cup of drink forgets the hatred." Meng Po didn't look at us and muttered.

As soon as he heard this, Han Ze was shocked, his body began to tremble, and his face was full of despair.

"She, she drank?" Han Ze had a trilling voice, and he didn't seem to dare to ask this sentence.

I sighed in my heart, even though we hurried and hurried, it still seemed to be a step too late.

However, soon Meng Po shook her head and sighed: "Why bother, she refuses to drink, refuses to forget, and if she wants to cross the bridge, she can only sink to the bottom of the river and wait for thousands of years before she can land on the shore." ”