At this time, she closed her eyes, the prison became a house, this house was built on the beach, it faced the sea, the spring flowers were blooming, outside the house was the wheat stack higher than the eaves and the barn after the harvest, she held the ears of wheat in the palm of her hand, as if holding a complete heart, in the distance are the mountains and rivers, they all have a warm name, the river is the harbor of the soul, the mountains and rivers are the body of the great shore, the two different names are connected to each other into the same font, this house is built for happy people, here is only her, no one understands her heart, no one disturbs her peace, she no longer feels heartache for the stab of love, nor is she sad for the loneliness of her heart, she just quietly lived the life she wanted, the day of freedom alone.

When she calmed down and listened to the echoes of the sea, she knew that her world was not alone, when she ran on the beach and looked at the flowers blooming on the branches, she knew that the smell of joy did not drift away, when she looked at the birds and used the sky as a nest, she knew that there was a warm home for her to cling to, and when she put the sea in front of her eyes and looked at it quietly until her heart was clear, she knew that happiness was beside her. Jingliana still looked at the house, waiting for the moment when the spring flowers bloomed facing the sea, but dreams are dreams after all, people always wake up, when happiness is no longer as happy as in dreams, except for pain, it is still pain......

The sky was no longer as purple as it had been imagined, but instead of a thick twilight that could not be dissolved, darkness enveloped every place that needed light, and the remaining greenery of the earth was only enough to bring a touch of life to the leaves, and most of the trees could only face death under the cover of rancidity. Jingliana smelled a strong smell, and when she poured her body into the night, and even her heart no longer hid, she was already bewitched by the unique smell of this dark and dreary world, like the smell of forgetful water, which slowly permeated her internal organs, and made her sink into the story of Meng Po soup.

Legend has it that after people die, they first go to the Ghost Gate Pass, pass through Huangquan Road, and come to the Lechuan River, which is the Nai He Bridge, there is Meng Po on the bridge, if you want to cross the Nai He Bridge, you have to drink Meng Po soup, if you don't drink Meng Po soup, you will cross the Helpless Bridge, you will not be reincarnated if you cross the Helpless Bridge, and those who have drunk Meng Po soup will forget all the ties in this life and this life, and enter the reincarnation path without concern to start the reincarnation of the next life. Meng Po soup is also known as the water of forgetfulness, a drink will forget this life and this life, a lifetime of love and hatred, a lifetime of ups and downs of gains and losses, all with this bowl of Meng Po soup forgotten clean.

People who are concerned in this life, people who hate in this life, are like strangers in the next life, they don't know each other, everyone in the yang world has their own bowl here, the Meng Po soup in the bowl is actually the tears shed by the living people in their lives, everyone will cry when they are alive, because of joy, because of sorrow, because of pain, because of hate, because of sorrow, because of love, Meng Po will collect their tears drop by drop, and boil them into soup, when they leave the world and walk on the bridge, let them drink it, forget the love and hatred when they are alive, and re-enter the six realms cleanly, or for immortals, or for people, or for animals, not everyone will be willing to drink Meng Po soup, because of this lifeThere will always be people who have loved and don't want to forget.

Meng Po will tell her: The tears you shed for his life have been boiled into this bowl of soup, drinking it, you are drinking your love for him, and the last memory in the eyes of the person who comes is the love of his life, drinking the soup, the figure in his eyes slowly fades, and his eyes are as clear as a newborn baby. In order to live in the next life, goodbye to the favorite in this life, you can not drink Meng Po soup, then you have to jump into the Lechuan River, wait for thousands of years to be reincarnated, in the millennium, you may see the bridge walking through the favorite person in this life, but words can not be communicated, you can see him, he can't see you, after a thousand years, you see him walk through the bridge over and over again, drink bowl after bowl of Meng Po soup, you hope that he will not drink Meng Po soup, and I am afraid that he will not be able to forget the suffering of thousands of years in the river, if the heart is not extinguished after a thousand years, you can still remember the things of the previous life, you can re-enter the world, to find the person you loved the most in the previous life。

Jingliana's lips touched the wine syrup in the dark night, just like the Meng Po soup sold by Meng Po on the bridge, the bitter taste rippled in her heart for a long time, and the rising tide opened the wound that was difficult to heal, love did not bring her a trace of happiness illusion, but was full of despair, she leaned on the only light in the black world, and finally learned to be strong on the edge of the heartache. The night is no longer as bleak and vast as she imagined, as long as the heart is no longer dark, the other side of happiness is ahead, and she believes that she will finally see the dawn, the dawn......