After a night of hurrying, their group finally saw the Lechuan River, that's right, this is the place where the theater troupe rests, sure enough, there is a silver ribbon river in front, which seems to be flowing but is actually not moving, the silent lake surface does not have a trace of waves, and the lake surface in the early morning is flickering with a faint mist, which makes people see clearly.

There were strange flowers and plants growing on the riverbank, and in the early morning they exuded a refreshing fragrance, and next to them was the path they were about to walk, but when they approached, they found a figure, wearing a long red dress, painted with light makeup, giving people a feeling of relaxation, she combed her waist-length long hair, held a hairpin in her hand, and stood on tiptoe to look at them.

When Ling Fan saw this person, he stepped forward and asked, "Beautiful sister, who are you waiting for?"

The woman didn't answer him, she was still looking forward to the distance, and the grandfather and grandson were already used to it, so they pulled Lingfan and walked to the village.

"Lingfan, this village is called Lethe Village, do you know the meaning of Lethe River?" the old artist said to him.

"The Lechuan River is the dividing line between the mythical Huangquan Road and the Hades, there is a Nai He Bridge on the river, and there is an old woman sitting next to the bridge, called Meng Po. Why is she here? Couldn't that sister be Meng Po?" he replied earnestly, his expression a little more frightened.

At this time, Tang Xiaolan sneered, and the old man also laughed, "This river is just called Lethe, not the Lethe River of the underworld, because this river has a similar ability to the underworld, that is, forgetfulness." ”

He explained to Lingfan.

But he still didn't understand, because he didn't know what the love was here. It's not the mood anyway.

The three of them talked and arrived at the courtyard where the opera troupe was located, there was a burst of shouts in the courtyard, and when they walked in, they found that it was the opera troupe performing to show the local village name, and the courtyard was crowded with people, and their appearance was not noticed by anyone, and everyone focused on the performance on the stage.

The man on the stage who was performing the stick trick spotted them, and then shouted: "The old head is back." With this shout, everyone forgot to come over.

Just now he had his back to everyone, and now that everyone looked over, Ling Fan suddenly found that the people here had faint red marks floating on their foreheads, as terrifying as a demon technique, and he recalled it carefully before remembering that the woman just now was too, but it was not as easy to see as the people here in red clothes.

This is a person from the crowd, it turned out to be a child, he slowly walked out and came to them, and then he said excitedly: "Thank you again to the old head for letting them perform tricks in Lechuan Village regularly for the people in our village, so that those of us who have suffered a lot of grief can feel happy." ”

The more Lingfan listened, the more confused he became, but the old artist stepped forward and grabbed the child's hand and said, "There is no need for this, there is only so much we can help." ”

After listening to this, he also shook his hand desperately to express his gratitude. At the same time, he also looked at Lingfan on the side and said, "This is?"

"This is what I often call the grandson of the old bones, Mo Lingfan. The old artist knowingly introduced.

While he looked at Mo Lingfan, he saw a hint of clues, and there was also a trace of red floating on his brows, which seemed to be the same as the people in the village, but he didn't say it, he smiled and said: "It's all my distinguished guests from Lichuan Village, I'll arrange a better place for him to live in the evening." ”

"I'm tired again. "The old artist gave up.

After having dinner with the people in the village, Mo Lingfan was really arranged to live in a place to live, he lived in a kind Brother Yang's house, he looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, but he gave people a haggard feeling, every time they met, he felt like he had cried bitterly, but after watching it for a long time, he got used to it.

After making the bed for Lingfan back and forth, he asked Lingfan enthusiastically if he wanted to leave the light so that he could get up at night. After knowing that he didn't need it, he was about to go outside, "Brother Yang, why do you have a red on your head, what is that?"

As soon as he asked, it seemed that he had touched something in Brother Yang's heart, and a sad emotion poured out, filling the room, and red gas fluttered in the air, and he slowly changed from a courteous face to a bitter appearance for a long time, and his haggard face became more and more ugly.

This atmosphere made Ling Fan suddenly think of his father and Grandpa Lian, their smiles, and their tireless teachings.

"The Lethe River in our village was originally red, but later it became clear," the eldest brother said.

Fortunately, his timely opening pulled Ling Fan back from his memories, but he didn't think about his state just now, and then asked seriously, "Why did it become clear?"

"When the water of Lethe River did not become clear, the water of the Lethe River was used to irrigate the crops, and the crops grew quickly and well, and the people in the village lived a very prosperous life. After saying that, he seemed to contain a trace of sadness, and continued.

"Then there was a man in the village, and he married one of the most beautiful village flowers in the village, and everyone was very happy, and the days after the marriage were also sweet. Saying that, he still had a look of longing on his face, and Ling Fan felt that he was talking about himself, "What happened later?"

Later, he felt that he could not live a better life in the village, so he told the woman that he was going to go out and go out and come back with everyone to live a better life. With that, he began to sigh again.

Ling Fan had already understood a lot, and he asked, "Did the man never come back later, and that woman waited for him all the time, it was the woman by the Lechuan River at the entrance of the village, right?"

The man covered his face: "Yes, that's right." ”

"But what does this sometimes have to do with the water of the Lechuan River?" asked Lingfan.

"Because the Lethe River in our village was killed by a powerful man who was injured by his sweetheart in ancient times, and bled to death, and this river is the blood of that person, full of sorrow and pain. He replied.

"At first the man was gone for a few months and nothing, but month after month, year after year, the woman's heart became more and more confused, and slowly she began to grieve, and finally she began to hate, she felt that he had deceived her. At this, he began to feel sad.

That's right, later the mighty blood resonated with her hatred, and the river sucked away her resentment, but it gave her more grief and hope, and then the people in the village began to be affected by the river, and began to have all kinds of longing, some of them missed their dead relatives, some of them missed their friends who had gone away, and even more of them missed the chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep that were eaten. As he spoke, the red on his forehead floated out.

Sadness surged up again, and this is what he said: "Just like this, as long as there is a person who is in love, there is a little sense of longing, and he will be tormented by this flesh and blood with great grief. ”

He began to enter a state of confusion, and kept shouting his mother in his mouth, as if he couldn't see Lingfan, shouting heartbreakingly, and the grief looked very permeating, which was the end of Lingfan's discovery that this kind of voice sounded everywhere in the village. The night is the easiest time to miss love.

On such a night, a woman in red, standing beside the Lechuan River, gently touched the river, and muttered: "The water of Lethe River is red, the glass of water is clear, and the water is clear, and you still haven't returned?"