The Afterlife.

However, at the head of the bridge, Meng Po conscientiously buried her head in the soup.

Bowl after bowl, without stopping.

Suddenly, she sensed a familiar aura.

She looked up, and at the end of the queue to get the soup, she saw a man in white with outstanding temperament and handsome appearance.

It turned out to be a man, not someone she was familiar with.

Meng Po was a little disappointed.

Retract your gaze and continue with your work.

She thought it was Zhan Lu back, but she didn't want to be just a man with a similar aura to Zhan Lu.

Day after day, year after year.

For a long time, she did the same thing over and over again.

As a result, Meng Po's perception of the passage of time is very dull.

Sometimes hundreds of years feel like a snap of her fingers, and sometimes a snap of her fingers, she feels like a hundred years.

She lowered her head and continued to do her own thing, ignoring the familiar man in white.

I don't know how long it took.

The man in white gradually moved from the back of the line to her.

It was the man's turn to receive the soup.

Meng Po handed him a bowl of soup and waited for the man to take it.

As long as this bowl of soup is drunk, the past will be forgotten, and the man will cross the bridge in front of him and go to reincarnation.

Welcome to a new life that is either happy or unfortunate, full of unknowns.

The man in white reached out to take Wan like a marionette, and instinctively put the bowl to his lips.

Just as he was about to get his bowl of soup.

"Wait." Meng Po suddenly stopped his movements: "What's your name?" ”

As she got closer, she realized that the familiar aura was not similar, but identical.

She was all too familiar with the aura, it was the mark of Zhanlu.

The man in white stopped drinking the soup and responded to Meng Po's question.

He thought about it and found that he couldn't remember his name, so he shook his head slightly: "I don't remember." ”

Meng Po took back the soup bowl in his hand and put it back on the table: "You come out first, come to my side, and talk to me for a while." ”

Although the old woman's request was a little strange, Chiwi, who couldn't think of anything, did as she was told.

After he stood not far from Meng Po's side.

The old woman continued to distribute Meng Po soup to those who were still in line, while talking to herself.

"I have an old man, her name is Zhan Lu, and she is an infatuated girl."

"She has gone through hardships, and she has been waiting for someone here for 200 years, but she has never waited for anyone."

"She could choose to leave, but she had to wait."

"Not long ago, she finally decided to leave here to find the person she had been waiting for."

The old woman said this and looked at Twilight.

The taste of waiting was too hard, and she knew the torment.

Zhan Lu finally found someone, and finally ended the wait.

"The person she found with great difficulty, I can't just let you go, old woman."

Hearing the name, Twilight felt a sense of familiarity.

For some reason, he felt a little nostalgic, and some wanted to sketch out the appearance of the name owner in his mind.

That person should be the one you miss.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sketch the image of the name owner, and his mind was a blank blank.

He didn't know why he was here, he just followed his instincts, just like the people who were waiting in line to get the soup in a mess.

Just now, as if he had been manipulated by something, he consciously lined up and followed the line to shrink.

There is no consciousness and no mind of its own.

It wasn't until the old woman accosted him that he had his own senses.

He replied, "The name is somewhat familiar. ”

"For some reason, when I heard this name, I felt a little uncomfortable, a little sour, and some wanted to cry."

"What's wrong with me?"

Twilight told Meng Po everything she felt.

"That's missing, it's reluctance." Meng Po said slowly: "When you heard this name, you realized that you were reluctant to leave. ”

"Would you like to see her again?"

Twilight nodded instinctively, his mind was blank now, he couldn't remember anything, he couldn't think of a reason, so he was only left with instinct.

Meng Po mentioned that he realized that this emotion was an impulse to see someone.

He said sincerely, "Yes, my heart tells me that I want to meet that person." ”

Meng Po continued to serve the soup, so skilled that she didn't even need to look at the movements in her hands to be perfect.

"Then you just wait here, she cares about you so much, she will definitely come to you."

"Maybe I'm on my way to you right now."

Chiwi's obedient rules stood there, motionless, as tough as a rock.

He tried to make himself as tall as possible.

In that way, those who come to him will be able to see him at a glance and will not miss themselves.

Meng Po looked at it with emotion.

She was happy for Zhan Lu, the person who Zhan Lu and others were a long-term person, as Zhan Lu said, that person was worthy.

The only person who can make Zhan Lu a soul marker is the one she has been waiting for for two hundred years.

Even if this person only has an ignorant soul, his memories and cognitions have not been inherited.

He can still awaken the instinct of love for that person because of a name.

What kind of love can be like this?

That must be the love of that person, so much so that it has penetrated deep into the bone marrow and carved into the soul.

In order to make that love indelible and can be easily evoked.

Meng Po was a little envious of Zhan Lu.

Zhan Lu and the others, even if they haven't come to the appointment for two hundred years, are still long-term people.

When Zhan Lu went to look for him, the man was still waiting for her.

Meng Po felt that Zhan Lu was very lucky to meet such a person.

She herself was not as lucky as Zhan Lu.

The people she was waiting for left her on this Huangquan Road forever.

The time in her mind goes back five hundred years.

She is the daughter of a scholarly family in the southern water town, and her name is Meng Qingyu.

She met the scholar in the middle of summer.

On that day, she took her maid out on an errand, and needed to cross a river by boat.

After boarding the ship, there were already several guests on the boat, and the seats were already full.

A well-mannered scholar got up to give her a seat.

Wen Sheng said, "Girl, come and sit here." ”

Meng Qingyu felt a little embarrassed, and politely said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'll still stand." Childe has luggage, so it is easier to sit. ”

The scholar took his bag and walked to the bow of the boat and sat down: "Let's go sit with the girl." ”

"I, I think this place is good, I'm sitting right here."

He also showed a very satisfied expression as he spoke.

Meng Qingyu walked a lot that day, and her shoes were a little crowded, so she was indeed a little tired, so she accepted this favor.

"Thank you, Childe."

She smiled kindly at the scholar, thanked him, and then walked over and sat down.

I thought that their fate would end here.

When she got off the boat, she looked at the back of the scholar walking away, and felt very regretful.

She didn't even ask what their names were.

Fate is sometimes not so easy to break, and it can always give you some surprises.

It is impossible to tell whether it is a positive fate or a bad fate.