The faint yellow spring, the mysterious destiny.
I stood by the barrel and watched Po Meng handing bowls of soup to the passing ghosts.
After drinking Meng Po Tang, all the past events will be forgotten.
Another ghost left.
Po Meng handed me the empty bowl and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.
My eyes have been staring at the dark veil.
It has not been washed for many years, and I don’t know its original appearance and color.
There was a bowl in front of him, filled with dark soup.
I raised my head and saw Mrs.
Meng's wrinkled face moving: "Girl, drink it.
If you drink it, you will forget everything.
You can reincarnate yourself and be a human being or a fox in your next life.
It’s all a new beginning.”
Meng Po said this sentence countless times in the past three years, repeating it almost every few days.
And I pursed my lips and chuckled, shaking my head firmly, as if I had to refuse it every few days: "No, mother-in-law, I won't drink."
Po Meng said nothing, poured the soup on the ground, and put away the empty bowl.
Turning around, his back looked a little stooped.
The voice was also old: "Let's go, no one will come today.
Oh, a ghost is coming."
I pushed the barrel behind me and followed.
There were four pulleys under the barrel, which were ground from the kneecaps of dead people.
There was always a harsh sound when pushed.
Click, click.
It's like breaking a person's bones one by one.
This is weird.
But Po Meng liked it very much.
She said that when she heard the voice, she felt like she was still alive, not a smelly old woman. 1094, I carved the number on the wooden board.
Counting from the day I fell into Huangquan Road, it has been one thousand and ninety-four days.
One more day will make it three years.
I turned over and looked at Po Meng who was sleeping in front of me.
In the Three Realms, people, ghosts and gods are all similar when you think about it.
Even Po Meng, who is a bit ghostly when mentioned in the world, is just a lonely little old woman in my opinion.
Get up at a certain time every day, hand a bowl of soup to the ghosts passing by, and then forget about it after drinking it.
Of course, some people choose not to drink it.
Whenever that happened, Po Meng would sigh and ask Yin Chai to forcefully drink the soup.
The dark liquid flows down the ghost's throat.
Because the ghost does not cooperate, one bowl of soup is often not enough, and it takes three or four bowls to achieve the effect of washing the memory.
Po Meng hates this the most.
I turned over again and looked at Wangchuan on the other side.
Mrs.
Meng's home is located on the edge of Wangchuan River.
My bed is only a hundred meters away from Wangchuan River.
When I close my eyes, the silent water and invisible wind in the river are raging, making me unable to sleep at night.
It doesn't matter much.
I am already a dead person, a wisp of soul, and it doesn’t matter whether I sleep or not.
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It's just that I didn't have much energy when I helped Po Meng fill the soup the next day, so I got a few more looks.
It will be three years tomorrow.
I blinked my eyes, touched the engravings before going to sleep, and closed my eyes.
Three years.
The next day, I got up and pushed the barrel to the road as usual.
It was empty and full of gray fog.
Even Po Meng next to me looked gray and colorless.
"It's been three years, girl."
Po Meng handed over a bowl of soup and watched the ghost walking lifelessly towards the path of reincarnation.
I was holding an empty bowl and was about to ladle soup when I heard this and paused.
"It's been three years.
Since you don't drink soup, why not go back?
It's almost time."
Mrs.
Meng said strange words, took the soup bowl in my hand, and suddenly smashed it forward.
The ghost who hesitated to enter the path of reincarnation was hit on the back of the head and fell over.
I silently applauded her in my heart for her accuracy.
In the past three years, Po Meng's skills have become more and more sophisticated.
However, I don't quite understand what she said.
"Mother-in-law, that's about it."
Po Meng took out the handkerchief on her chest, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said, "Here, look over there."
I looked around and saw that the road ahead was from the direction the ghost came from.
It was all gray and there was nothing interesting to see.
But just a moment later, a tall figure stood out from the gray.
The white body was like the bright moon that had not been seen in the world for a long time, with black hair and black eyes, and boundless handsomeness.
Mrs.
Meng pushed me: "Go, girl, you have been waiting for three years and finally found the person you were waiting for.
What are you waiting for?"
I was pushed forward a few steps, and the figure approached step by step, his movements neither hasty nor slow, and his deep eyes fixed on me at every wrong step.
To describe the scenery on Huangquan Road, it would be deathly silence.
And his appearance was like a wisp of cool breeze, with a touch of pleasant sandalwood that broke the dead silence.
Time has been stretched infinitely, but the distance between the two of us has been infinitely shortened.
Finally, he stood in front of me.
He stretched out his hand, palm facing up, and opened his thin lips slightly: "I'll take you away."
I didn't hesitate, not even a second.
I reached out my hand without hesitation and clasped my hands together.
At that moment, my empty soul instantly reached perfection.
The corners of my mouth raised, and then they became louder and louder.
Looking back at Mrs.
Meng, she was standing by the wooden barrel, with a rare smile on her wrinkled old face.
It was a sign of relief, blessing, and a touch of regret that passed away in the wasteland of youth.
"Mother-in-law" "Go, girl, go to the place that belongs to you, stay with the one you love, and be happy with the one who loves you for a long time.
I will bless you by the River of Forgetfulness."
The dark wind on Huangquan Road blew up, blurring the gray figure of Po Meng.
My eyes were moist, my palms tightened, and I turned around to meet a pair of calm eyes.
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Bai Ming'an's eyes were as firm as ever.
"Do you want to take me away, Bai Ming'an?"
"Yes, are you willing to follow me for the rest of your life?"
"I do."
I smiled and fell into his arms with tears in my eyes.
Bai Ming'an, I am very happy.
The world is prosperous, the traffic is endless, and I have you.
There is nothing more beautiful than this.
Bai Ming'an, I love you.
Have you ever loved someone, have you ever waited for someone, have you ever seen the future at a glance in the vast sea of people.
On the night of the bus accident, you walked towards me covered in blood.
I never thought that this was where I would end up.
"Bai Ming'an, when did you fall in love with me?"
"Is this important?"
"Well, not really.
How long are you going to like me?"
"You are wrong, Ning Huan, I don't like you." "" "I love you, and I will love you until I can't love you anymore.
Are you happy?"
"Who is happy, Che."
"Why are you grinning so much if you're not happy?
Wait for me to kiss you."
"rogue" "You are wrong again, Ning Huan.
Words are not bad, actions are."
He suddenly leaned over and kissed me under the long-lost moonlight
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