"Sister Meng Po, do you distribute Meng Po soup here every day?" Xiao Fengming sat on the bridge and asked with his calves dangling

Meng Po smiled: "Yes, it's here every day."

"Aren't you tired? Do the same thing every day. ”

Meng Po didn't stop the action of holding the soup in her hand, she nodded: "I'm tired, but it's worth it, help others wash away the worldly lead and start again."

Xiao Fengming nodded thoughtfully.

"Sister Meng Po, can you give me a bowl of soup?"

I only heard a chuckle: "You are the first person I have seen in so many years who is so eager to drink Meng Po soup."

Xiao Fengming tilted his head: "Is it strange?" When people die, they can't go back, of course, they can only hope for the new life to come, and I still want to go back to the world to find the Master. ”

"What are you?"

Xiao Fengming nodded, with an innocent smile on his little face: "If you drink it, you can forget everything, and I can go back again!"

"That's how you want to go back?"

Xiao Fengming nodded heavily: "Yes, Ming'er doesn't want to leave her parents, she doesn't want to leave all the people who are good to Ming'er, as well as Qiushui and Mama Zhao, and I also promised Mama Zhao to give her a pension and send her to the end."

"But after drinking them, you won't remember them anymore."

Xiao Fengming lowered his head, his hair covering his expression: "It's okay, Ming'er's heart can always be connected with them."

Meng Po Wan'er, served her a bowl of soup, the soup was clear and bright, reflecting Xiao Fengming's cute little face, she blinked, and the shadow in the soup also blinked.

Xiao Fengming stretched out his hand and wanted to take it from her hand, but suddenly Meng Po's heart hurt, and the soup in her hand slipped to the ground because it was not served.

"Sister, what's wrong with you!"

Meng Po covered her chest and pulled out a smile at her: "It's okay." He looked at the bowl of soup that had been knocked to the ground: "It seems that God doesn't want you to drink it."

She got up, turned around to leave, and as if she suddenly remembered something, she half-squatted in front of Xiao Fengming: "Xiao Fengming, can you help my sister distribute Meng Po soup to these people here?"

Xiao Fengming pursed his lips, his expression serious and serious.

"Hmmm! Sister, don't worry, I'll do a little good. ”

"Hmm."

Meng Po turned around, and the smile on her face was no longer the one she had when she talked to Xiao Fengming.

The man with delicate face, red clothes and white hair holds the face of the woman opposite, his forehead against her forehead, and the red light around him is dotted, beautiful and romantic but not long, but it is the man's life that passes at this time

The white strip of cloth wrapped around the eyes of the woman in green was blown by the wind, revealing a pair of green eyes, There were tears in the corners of her eyes, she carefully raised her hand and stroked the man's cheek, as if as long as she used a little force, he would disappear, in fact, even if she was careful, his body was still dissipating.

The man smiled and said, "Wait for me."

The woman seemed to have a thousand words, but she couldn't say a word like a fish in her throat, watching his voice dissipate in the wind as her figure faded

The flowers on the other side of the bank bloomed and withered in an instant, and the woman just sat there, motionless.

Meng Po combed her messy hair with her hands and said self-deprecatingly

"After so many years, I'm afraid I'll forget."