The dark underworld is like the night of the human world.

Swirling mist, floating on the wide riverbank.

Occasionally, two or three small wooden boats floated back from across the river.

On the reincarnation bridge, Meng Po scooped out a spoonful of soup from the river water and handed it to Miss Ling'er as usual.

In the distance, it was foggy, and the entire riverbank was shrouded in a misty scene.

Although I couldn't see anything clearly, I still had a glimmer of hope in my heart.

Perhaps, Luo'er will come to herself.

Miss Ling'er took a sip of the soup and looked back.

In those youthful and lovely eyes, there are not only expectations, but also longing.

The thoughts that can't be dissolved, like gurgling water, are constantly cut and can't be sorted out.

Perhaps, only by drinking all the soup in his hand will he forget the past tribulations and joys.

Miss Ling'er took another sip of the soup, after all, afraid that she would never be able to remember the figure standing alone in the desolate courtyard.

That familiar feeling became clearer and deeper as time went on.

"Luo'er, do you eat called flower chicken?"

It turns out that the boy I used to like the most has grown up, with such a beautiful posture and such a thoughtful appearance.

However, all of this is about to come to zero, and there will never be a second person to remember.

Miss Ling'er had tears in the corners of her eyes, and she was reluctant to sip the soup, and her eyes kept looking into the distance.

Thousands of meters away, behind the craggy rockery, is the entrance of the first layer of the underworld.

Perhaps, he will come to see himself.

The heart was so firm, diluted by a mouthful of soup.

Even his own appearance seems to be gradually looking at it, and he can't remember it.

Meng Po looked at Miss Ling'er with an elegant posture, her palm waved lightly on her face, and an identical face appeared on her face.

Seeing that the soup in Ling'er's hand was getting less and less, and she could immediately see the bottom of the bowl, a smug smile appeared on Meng Po's face that the task had been completed.

And because he had just changed his beautiful face, his voice was cheerful and cheerful.

The slightly vicissitudes of the voice, listening to the ear, do not feel bored, but very natural and kind.

"Little beauty, it's okay to come and play often!"

Miss Ling'er looked at the soup that had bottomed out, shook her head slightly, and subconsciously looked behind her, but she couldn't see anything clearly.

The memory is completely erased, and nothing can be remembered.

Miss Ling'er has a kind smile on her face, and everything in the past is no longer important after all.

There was a narrow single-plank bridge ahead, but Miss Suzuko knew that there was a new light ahead of her.

"Goodbye, Meng Po. ”

After this familiar sentence landed, it easily hit my heart, sleepiness wrapped my whole soul, and the river in the distance seemed to be still.

A gentle warm current surrounds you, as if lying on a sunny lawn, everything shines with a beautiful and fresh scent.

The wind lingers in my ears, and the cry of the voice is crisp and loud, with vigorous vitality and the power of nature.

"Congratulations, Miss, you are a beautiful and lovely girl. ”

The child let out a heartfelt laugh when he saw his beautiful mother.

A cheerful and innocent smile instantly lit up this gentle and elegant room.

The woman who was called Miss looked very young, and the moment she saw her, her whole face shone with brightness and pride.

As if lost and regained, that new power brought the woman an inexplicable joy and expectation.

This is a calm area in the prosperous city of Zhuhai, with wooden tables and chairs, wooden door panels, and wooden carved bookcases.

Neat books are placed on one side of the wall in the main hall.

The courtyard is not large, only two courtyards in front and back, but it reveals a faint warmth.

An elegant figure walked anxiously outside the door, and when he heard the midwife's happy shout, he finally couldn't help the curiosity and worry in his heart, pushed open the door, and came to the bedside.

The long navy blue robe brings in the warm sunlight outside.

The warm and bright light falls on the bookshelf, full of warmth and beauty.

"You've worked hard, I'll treat you and my children well, our children, hahaha. ”

The slightly wide forehead, because of a sincere smile, came out with two delicate folds.

Between the world, it is the hidden corner of happiness.

Thousands of miles away in the city, the famous Golden Mansion is being lit up to welcome a new round of growth.

But overnight, the palatial Golden Mansion changed to a new owner.

The gold-lacquered plaque by the door was replaced with an antique wooden plank, and the large golden letters were replaced by neat and orderly italic letters.

In the era of resplendent splendor, there is more of a natural posture of breeze and ancient charm.

There was an endless stream of people who came to visit and show their goodwill, but the number of people who saw the new owner was counted.

No one knew the origin of the new owner, and as time passed, the face of the new owner was gradually blurred and mythologized.

"Have you heard? The new owner of the Golden Mansion is a hermit in the outer lands, and he is close friends with the original owner of the Golden Mansion. ”

"It's not like that, I heard that the new owner of the Golden Mansion can sing at the age of five, poetry at the age of eight, and martial arts at the age of ten. ”

Since the plaque was changed in the Golden Mansion, no one knows the whereabouts of the maid and the son.

The new owner never appeared in front of the world, but the inheritance under the name of the Jin Mansion gradually extended to all aspects of the city, and then to the entire Pearl Kingdom.

Suzujo has opened a new fragrant roast chicken restaurant, and the pungent aroma can waft from the east of the city to the west of the city.

It is said that this roast chicken restaurant is unique to the Pearl Kingdom, there is only one in each city, and each roast chicken is sold in limited quantities.

Because of its unique and delicious taste, there is an endless stream of people who want to taste it, one by one.

The whole store is cleaned up every day, and the rooms made of pure wood look like a natural tree house in the sunlight.

As a result, the sky was not yet bright, and there was a long queue in front of the flower chicken shop.

The wooden big red door is full of people and lively.

"Hurry up, it's too late, and the rooster will be gone. ”

Like a wandering dragon, the procession spiraled from this side of the street to the bridge on the river bank in the distance.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, go to the back of the line. ”

The flowers bloom on the bank of the river, and the fragrance is elegant and beautiful, but it is quickly covered by the greasy aroma of the chicken.

A slender figure sits on the bank of the river, with a simple painting table in front of him.

The long scroll spreads out under the shade of the willow tree, and the sunlight shines through the treetops, with a brightness that cannot bear to touch.

The girl is dressed in a pink dress, and her fair face has an elegant and skillful temperament.

However, the words were very clear and clear.

"Xiao Qi, go buy a chicken called Huaji, your Miss and I will process it today, and we will definitely finish painting this long river. ”

A maid in bright clothes, standing behind the girl, has a delicate and lovely temperament, like another young lady.

"Okay, Miss, Xiao Qi will go over and line up. Tong'er, optimistic about Miss. ”

Tong'er is the guard assigned by the master to the young lady, and every time the young lady comes out to collect wind, she will take him with him.

Tong'er was wearing a pale cyan robe, her strong muscles hidden under the loose robe, and her whole posture looked casual and chic.

With an elegant temperament, he is generous, and compared with a martial artist, he is more like a scholar who is not deeply involved in the world.

"There is a chance in the afterlife, and I hope to be able to protect you for the rest of my life. ”

This promise, after a lifetime of pursuit and searching, finally became a reality at this moment.

"Tong'er, do you eat called flower chicken?"

The wind blew slightly, the willow branches danced with it, the girl's pink clothes flew, and her long hair fluttered lightly, as if she was a fairy who was independent of me.

Tong'er silently followed the girl, and her eyes were red for a while.