Jinzhu doesn't know what she is, she doesn't have a past, she doesn't know the future. In his words, maybe he's not a thing at all. At the same time, Jinzhu didn't know why he broke away from the Six Paths, couldn't cross the Nai He Bridge, and couldn't enter reincarnation. For hundreds of years, they have stayed on the Nai He Bridge and made soup with Meng Po. Meng Po has a position anyway, and he is a black household.

It's pitiful to say, in the whole underworld, Jinzhu and Meng Po are the same, and they only go to the farthest end of the bridge. It's not that he doesn't want to leave, it's just that he has tried countless times, and none of them have succeeded in taking half a step out of the bridge. Meng Po was guarding the bridge, that was her duty, so she couldn't leave. And as a black household in the underworld, why can't he get by, this makes Jinzhu puzzled.

For the bored Jinzhu, most of the time, he just lay there, looking up at the endless phosphorus fire floating in the sky above the underworld, imagining that it was a night sky in the world, and the phosphorus fire was like that little star. Only when a new soul comes, Jinzhu will seem to come to life. Sitting on a small bench, knocking melon seeds, drinking the soup of forgetting worries, listening to the stories from these new souls.

On this day, Jinzhu was bored, leaned lazily on the edge of the table, counted the plate of melon seeds that Meng Po gave him a hundred times, and finally looked forward to a new soul.

"Hey, my good girl, Meng Po, it's finally open today. Jinzhu's eyes revealed excitement. "I thought the pot of soup was boiling again today. ”

"You're lucky to be in the underworld, if you're in the world, you owe so much, maybe you'll be beaten to death by others. Meng Po said. "Besides, are you distressed about the soup? Are you afraid that your ears will be too idle and grow grass. ”

"Diligence and thrift, this is a virtue to understand or not, a virtue. And if I were on earth, I wouldn't be so boring. Jinzhu was a little depressed, and at the same time more curious, is the world really as described in the book? Beauty and ugliness coexist, good and evil coexist, it is heaven and purgatory.

In the Lethe River, the man hunched over and gently shook his pulp. With a hat on his head, a smock, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet, he walked through the smoke and rain and docked his canopy boat at the head of the bridge. When the spirit came ashore, he turned back, never speaking or lingering.

"Meng Po, you see, is a decapitated ghost. Jinzhu looked at the red clothes on the bridge and said. "The way to die is a bit miserable! What a hate. ”

"There's something even worse. You look at her red dress and her head full of pearls, I think she should be a bride. Meng Po couldn't bear it.

While the two were talking, the red-clothed woman with a broken head held her head and stumbled over. The red blood is entangled with a wedding dress, regardless of you and me. Several times, Meng Po and Jinzhu felt that their hearts were about to rise to their throats, for fear that the girl would stumble and drop her head into the endless abyss under the Nai He Bridge.

Seeing a house at the end of the bridge ahead, the girl stopped. "Mother-in-law, hello, do you want to come to this is Nai He Bridge?"

"Yes, girl. Meng Po said. "Girl, it's really inconvenient for me to see your head in my arms, or I'll help you sew it up.

"Thank you, mother-in-law, even if you sew it up. The woman in red looked lonely.

"Listen to my mother-in-law, let me sew it for you. If you are like this, even if you enter reincarnation, you will be a fool in the next life. ”

"What am I going to do in the next life, I just want this life, I want to cut that thing that is not as good as a pig and a dog with a thousand knives. ”

"Do you know that after crossing the Huangquan Road, crossing the Lechuan River, a bowl of worry-forgetting soup came up on the bridge of my mother-in-law, and I forgot my past and present lives when I drank it. A lifetime of love and hatred, a lifetime of ups and downs of gains and losses, all of them are completely forgotten with this bowl of forgetting sorrow soup. The people who are concerned in this life, the people who are hated in this life, are like strangers in the next life, and they don't know each other. ”

"But I hate, I can't drink his blood and eat his flesh, so that I can relieve the hatred in my heart. The severed woman gritted her teeth.

"The girl's resentment is a bit heavy!" Jinzhu said slowly after taking a sip of soup.

The red-clothed woman turned her head to Jinzhu and rolled her eyes. The bloodless face was like a layer of white face, and it was frighteningly white. Of course, this won't scare Jinzhu, after all, I've seen a lot of things in the underworld over the years, and I've long been used to it. Looking at her rich and vivid expression, I think she was a pungent character in her life.

The woman in red asked: "This big brother, are you joking? Shouldn't I hate my husband who cut off his wife's head with my own hands on the wedding night? Should I still be grateful to Dade for him, because he made me die early and be born early?

"Is there really such a thing in the world that is inferior to pigs and dogs? I had only seen it in a notebook, and I thought it was made up. Jinzhu couldn't help but sigh a little, that world is really dangerous, and it is not as open as the underworld. If there is anything, just hit it directly, you don't have to watch out for anyone, who you calculate.

"Big brother, I'm standing in front of you, you still don't believe it?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that I feel a little emotional. Jinzhu replied. "Girl, I see that you are holding your head, it is really inconvenient, so let Meng Po help you sew it. She has good technique, guarantees that it does not hurt, and is neat and beautiful. ”

In fact, Jinzhu's words were a bit against his will. Before, his robe was torn, and Meng Po kindly helped him sew it, and Jinzhu was originally grateful. It wasn't until later that he saw Meng Po mend her clothes crookedly like a centipede, and that bit of gratitude turned into regret. felt that it was better for him to mend it with his toes, so he didn't dare to ask Meng Po to help repair his clothes anymore. Now the dress is still placed next to the pillow to warn him not to be lazy and to do his own thing.

The woman in red thought about it and felt that holding her head like this was not a way after all, so she decided to accept Meng Po's kindness. "Then it's troublesome for my mother-in-law. ”

"No trouble, no trouble. Meng Po carefully examined her neck and head. "Girl, this is a bit of a big work, and you have to waste some effort, so you better sit down. Then he handed her a stool.

"Okay, mother-in-law. ”

"You said that it was your newlywed husband who cut off your head, what kind of resentment made him do such a poisonous hand?" Jinzhu was a little curious. took a sip of the worry-forgetting soup, moistened his mouth that was dry because of too many melon seeds, and asked.

"The grievances in this world are nothing more than money, power, and love. The world is ignorant, and they don't know that these are fleeting clouds, the most short-lived, and the most ungraspable. Meng Po said as she threaded the string.

"Yes mother-in-law, I'm a fool blinded by love. He obviously doesn't love me, but over the years, he has acted on the scene and held me on the tip of his heart. What woman in Kyoto does not envy my happiness, loved by my parents, and loved by my future husband. Even power, money, status, these things that they have to do and think hard to get, I easily hold in my hands. ”

"How can there be happiness that can be grasped so easily in your hands. Most of the time, happiness is like quicksand, and before you know it, it slips quietly through your fingers, except for the tiny powder that is still stained on your hands, suggesting that it has been here and there is no other trace. And if you don't go through ups and downs, stumbles, and can't bloom the most beautiful roses. Meng Po said her thoughts while sewing.

By the time I understood this, it was too late, and I had to end up in a different place. Poor my parents, still kept in the dark, used by the beast. At the mention of her parents, the woman in red's eyes turned red. talked about the cause of his tragic death without shedding a single tear, but at this time, tears rained down because he was worried about his parents. Come to think of it, she loved her parents very much.