I saw the hint of expectation in Meng Po's eyes slowly dissipated as Han Yu's hand slowly put down, and her eyes looked at the teacup in front of Han Yu with a hint of regret, Han Yu probably thought that Meng Po didn't hear her words, and asked again.

Afterward......

Meng Po came back to her senses, her eyes moved from the tea cup to Han Yu's face again, and I realized that since we have been here for a long time, Meng Po seems to have never looked at any of us, and the only person she has seen is Han Yu opposite.

Meng Po became weaker and weaker, and any slight movements, even breathing, made her look difficult, and it took a long time to ease up, and she watched Han Yu continue to tell us about that unfinished memory.

Meng Po said that this Meng Po Zhuang was not what we see now, from the beginning of the Three Realms, Meng Po was here, I saw too many joys and sorrows, love and hatred, and the rest was only lonely and lonely, in addition to a cup of tea and the Meng Po soup that can offset the mountain alliance and sea oath, this Meng Po Zhuang is also barren and her lonely heart, the ruins and weeds everywhere are the initial scene of this Meng Po Village, but Meng Po doesn't care, she is in charge of the forgotten memories of the Three Realms, and at the same time she is also forgotten in this Meng Po Village, I have seen countless beings passing by by in all kinds of ways, and no one can remember who she is, and no one has made her stay in her heart.

Until there is a life that the man stepped into Meng Po Zhuang for the first time, still brought herbs but more flowers, presumably he came too early in that life, maybe he knew that he would wait by the bridge for a long time, the man pulled out the wild grass in the village and removed the miscellaneous stones, Meng Po did not know what he was going to do, and did not prevent the usual will put a light of tea on the steps, the man was tired and sat down to drink tea and rest, and then continued to clean up Meng Po Village.

He didn't finish that life, when the woman crossed the bridge, Meng Pozhuang only cleaned up a small part, and the person re-entered the reincarnation with the woman, and when he came in the next life, he didn't forget to continue to clean up the barren Meng Pozhuang, Meng Po said that he could not stay for a long time, I don't know how many generations it took to clean up, and then carefully planted the flowers, and after a few lifetimes, the courtyard was lush and vibrant.

Meng Po said this, looking at this courtyard that is completely incompatible with the darkness of the underworld, as if it is the only bright color in the entire underworld, we looked around and felt a lot of emotion, but we didn't expect that person to cover the green shade of this Meng Po Village.

Meng Po looked at the courtyard and said to us, when the garden was full of new flowers and plants, the man sat on the steps contentedly, and the corners of his mouth showed a dissolute and arrogant smile.

"Maybe that man was the only guest I remembered in the Netherworld, and I sat next to him in that life, and a cup of tea was handed to him, and that was the first time I spoke to that man, and I asked him what his name was, and I wanted to remember the man's name, at least when he didn't come, and I could know who the man I was waiting for." Meng Po's voice gradually revealed longing joy, and her eyes were full of affection when she looked at the courtyard. "The man took the tea from my hand and drank it down, with a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, his voice as proud as his smile, and I finally knew his name in that life."

"What's that man's name?" Han Yu asked movingly.

"Wen Zhuo."

Wen Zhuo......

Han Yu repeated this name that was very unfamiliar to us in his mouth, and suddenly smiled faintly and muttered to himself that I really wanted to meet this person, and when Han Yu smiled, I clearly saw the attachment in Meng Po's eyes suddenly frozen, and her lowered fingers twitched, as if the heartstrings were plucked.

"And then?" Yun Duruo listened to the input and hurriedly asked. "Is the man still here?"

Meng Po slowly stretched out her hand, still quite struggling and weak, the cup of tea in front of Han Yu was already cold, Meng Po picked it up and poured it in the flower garden, poured a handful of tea-fragrant tea for Han Yu again, and slowly pushed it in front of Han Yu.

Han Yu nodded gratefully, stretched out his hand to take it but didn't drink it, seeing that Meng Po should be waiting for her to finish talking about the rest of the matter, Meng Po's eyes looked at Han Yu again from the teacup.

In that life, she knew that the person's name was Wen Zhuo, but she never asked the person's origin, but since that life, Meng Po's barren heart has also regained its vitality like this spring-filled courtyard, from the initial indifference to the end Meng Po will always sit on the steps every day and put two cups of tea, one for herself to drink, one for the person to refill, if the tea is cold, then change the cup, she doesn't know when the person will come back, but always sit on the steps every day and look at the gate outside the village, waiting for it to become the only thing she can do in the world.

The man was still scarred and covered in blood, but he always had an uninhibited and proud smile on the corner of his mouth, as if in that person's eyes, Meng Po was his only friend in this dark underworld, and Meng Po would always say it casually on the day that person came.

It's such a coincidence, just to make tea......

The man smiled and drank the teacup, but he never noticed that there were two teacups on the steps, and every time he drank the tepid tea, the temperature was just right.

The man came more often and slowly became acquainted, he never gave birth to the master here, every time he came, he would always bring some beautiful flower seeds, and after planting, he would sit on the fence and laugh with Meng Po, but most of the time the man sat by the window, without saying a word and looked at the Nai He Bridge outside the window, Meng Po knew that he was waiting for the woman, just to see her.

But the man didn't know that when he looked out the window, Meng Po was also sitting quietly on the steps like him staring at his side face, perhaps because she had been together for too long in this Meng Po Village, she was used to seeing joys and sorrows, love and hatred, thinking that she would not be the same as mortals, but she didn't know that the person brought life to this courtyard and awakened her rock-solid heart.

What is the difference between a god who is moved and a mortal, there will be distracting thoughts when the heart is moved, and what can make Meng Po survive the world is that the heart is like stopping water, but that person is like a stone falling into her heart, and the ripples cannot be calmed down for a long time, but Meng Po knows that in the eyes of that person, he is just a friend after all, and he can remember that the only person who can stay with him for life is the woman who walks on the bridge in every life.

After all, the man's eyes didn't see the heat in Meng Po's eyes next to him, occasionally the person would sleep by the window when he was tired, that was the only time Meng Po could stare at him seriously, his fingers lightly brushed the man's handsome cheeks, but he always hovered half an inch, maybe that half an inch was a gap that she and the man could never cross.

That person will always leave when Meng Po is asleep, and always help her put on a dress when she leaves, so gentle and delicate that Meng Po wants to grab that person's hand several times, she didn't sleep, and she can't let time freeze when she waits for a short reunion, but Meng Po knows that person she can't keep, and only pretends to sleep when he re-enters reincarnation, because she doesn't know what to say to that person when she leaves, and she is afraid that the person will see the attachment and reluctance in her eyes.

The most painful thing in the world is to remember too much and remember too clearly, and there is waiting, there should be no one better than her to understand the suffering that the person has not spoken, because she herself has experienced the torment of waiting, for mortals, waiting is the first old age, but there is always an end of the moment, but Meng Po is like that person who lives in waiting forever.

The man waited for the woman who walked on the bridge, and she waited for Wen Zhuo, who came to Meng Po Village to ask for a cup of tea.

After waiting for his brief reunion, Meng Po began to envy those beings who could drink Meng Po soup, they could forget their memories in this Meng Po Village, but she didn't know how to forget that person, or she didn't want to forget at all, that was her only hope in the underworld.

Finally, Meng Po could no longer bear the cruelest torment in the world, and when the man came again, Meng Po told the man that he wanted to be reincarnated as a human being, so that the man could see him at leisure, only then she might be able to see that person more, Meng Po drank the Meng Po soup she had boiled, and forgot all her memories in Meng Po Village, but she did not let herself forget that person.

Meng Po has the position of the Yin God, even if she is reincarnated as a human being, she is not subject to the suffering of birth, old age, sickness and death, she does not like to be noisy and enter the world just to see him more, so she found a secluded place, maybe that person likes flowers and plants, so she planted flowers and plants in the courtyard just for the comfort of that person when he came.

There weren't many times when that person came, but he would always come alone when he was tired, still a cup of tea and the two of them sat and drank together, she never asked about the man, but she was afraid of hearing from him the deep meaning of mentioning others, he should have come really tired, every time he would fall asleep in the courtyard, she always put on his clothes for him as he did to himself in the underworld, and then sat alone opposite him and watched him quietly all night.

Every time the person woke up, he always apologized at her and the corners of his mouth showed an uninhibited smile, and the spring color of the garden was not as good as the person's smile, which was brilliant and unforgettable.

The man regarded her as a harbor where he could stay, and every time he came, he was physically and mentally exhausted and walked away, and she knew that he would return to the woman, and even if the woman did not know who he was, he would stay with him silently until the end of his life.

He was tired but didn't know that he could still go to her to rest, but he didn't know that the tiredness he shed never stayed in the flowers and plants in the courtyard, but like a heavy shackle inherited by Meng Po in her heart, because she didn't know where her tiredness should be stored, the more times that person came, the heavier the torment she endured, but she never showed the slightest in front of that person, the only thing she looked forward to was the day when she could get along with that person, although it was still short, but compared to the previous time in the underworld to wait a lifetime to see that person, now it is the best result for her.

When will you come next time, I will make tea and wait for you......

Every time the person said goodbye, she would always send it to the door and ask a very casual question.

I don't know, I'll come when I'm tired......

The man always smiled back at her, but never noticed the loneliness and helplessness in her eyes.

Until there is a lifetime...... Meng Po's voice became a little gloomy, and said to us lightly, that person has something important to ask her, Meng Po knows that the person is renewing, maybe he is really tired of waiting and attachment, Meng Po promised that person but let him drink Meng Po soup next time to forget everything in the past, and stay by her side for a lifetime.

"Did he say yes?" Gu Xiaoxiao was moved and asked eagerly.

Meng Po nodded slowly with relief in her eyes.

"Have you waited for that person to be with you for the rest of your life?" Yun Duruo also asked movingly.

"Of course he promised to fulfill his vow, and in the end I finally got it......," Meng Po's voice became a little choked, sad and gratified, but I could hear the reluctance in her voice.

"Since it was not easy for you to be with that person for a lifetime, why did you still come to this Meng Po Village?" Han Yu asked with a sigh of confusion.

Meng Po on the other side didn't answer him, stared at Han Yu for a long time, I saw her eyes glowing, a crystal tear slipped from Meng Po's eyes, she used her last strength to pick up the bowl of decoction that carried Han Yu's memory on a few cases, and at that moment the tears fell impartially and just fell into the bowl.

The brown decoction stained Meng Po's tears, and instantly turned into a thin cloud of smoke, swirling around Han Yu's body, Meng Po hesitated for a moment, and finally handed the bowl of decoction to Han Yu.

"The sentient beings of the Three Realms and the Six Realms of Reincarnation have forgotten their memories here, and only my tears can open the sealed memories of the Divine Venerable's previous life, and the Divine Venerable can remember all the past memories of his previous life as long as he drinks this bowl of decoction."

It turned out that Meng Po said that there was one thing missing in this decoction, which was her tears, no wonder she would tell us this story, she was used to seeing joys and sorrows, and what could she do to make Meng Po God heartbreak and cry, the only thing that could make her unforgettable sadness was the person who didn't understand her mind until the end.