Quick travel: Qing Leng host is forced to have sex with crazy criticizing wall-dong

In the blink of an eye, another 20 years have passed.

Wei Yichen remained unmarried all his life. According to the agreement with Shuangyu, he provided for Zuo Fei until she died.

Zuo Fei passed away at the age of 78.

After completing the funeral, Wei Yichen went to the imperial mausoleum alone.

He knelt down in front of Shuang Yu and Shi Heng's tombstones, his eyes filled with tenderness as he gently rubbed Shuang Yu's photo on the tombstone.

"Xiao Yu, I have fulfilled our promise... I miss you very much... I have been regretting it for so many years... If, if I had not recognized the wrong person, would our ending be different?

You said that meeting me was your misfortune, but when I met you, it was the greatest luck in my life...

In this life, I dare not ask you to forgive me. If I can, I hope that I can meet you again in the next life, so that I can continue to atone for my sins...

Yu...I love you, I'm sorry, my confession is 40 years late..."

Hot tears fell on Shuang Yu's photo.

Like Shi Heng, Wei Yichen chose to end his life with poison.

When he was unconscious, he seemed to see the little boy wearing a red and white basketball uniform again.

Under the bright sun, the little boy showed a bright smile and stretched out his hand: "Brother, I have been waiting for you."

Wei Yichen smiled. He slowly took the little boy's hand and said softly, "Let's go."

"The light rain is drizzling, the rain is pouring, the rain is pouring~~ticking, ticking, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

The childish voice sounded again, and the two children holding hands gradually disappeared under the bright sun.

--------

(The abo plane is over, the next plane, the underworld Bai Yueguang vs the crybao crazy substitute, the long-awaited Bai Yueguang and the substitute story is here~~)

----------------

Underworld.

Shuangyu stood on the bank of Wangchuan River, looking at the turbid water in a trance.

"What are you thinking about, Xiaoyu?"

An old female voice sounded, and Po Meng appeared next to him with a cane and a wine bottle in his hand.

"I heard that the bottom of the Wangchuan River has blocked the memories of many people. Only by forgetting these memories of past lives can they be reincarnated...

I was wondering if there might be memories from my lifetime in this. "

Shuangyu showed a faint smile and said.

"Do you want to retrieve your memories from your lifetime?"

Po Meng raised her eyebrows and asked.

"I used to think that my past life was not important, but now I am suddenly curious about my identity in my past life."

Shuangyu murmured with a flash of confusion in his eyes.

If he was also a person with status in his previous life, would the distance between them become closer...

"But what if those memories are not good and make you feel painful? Would you still want to find them?"

“Life is made up of ups and downs, bitterness, spicyness and saltiness. It’s not just happiness, nor is it only pain.”

He shook his head and said thoughtfully.

"Actually, what you want to recall is not the memory, but you want to know if you have a lover, right? Why, did you encounter crazy batches again on this mission?"

Po Meng smiled knowingly and teased.

"Hmm...another crazy criticism...I have to ask Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu if they let the hellhound poop in front of my house when they were walking it!

Crazy criticism is scary...you are crazy and your love is also crazy...but this kind of madness is addictive!

You say, I'm just a little bastard, why do I keep encountering big guys? "

Shuangyu's eyes were filled with sadness, and she spoke with choked sobs.

If they were really ordinary people, he might not be so sad.

If you die, you will die. They will meet in the underworld anyway.

But the fact is that no one who provokes him is an ordinary person.

When ordinary people die, they go to the underworld to be reincarnated or to be punished.

It's better for the crazy batches to return to their positions after death. For them, that life is just an insignificant part of their experience.

He was so humble, let alone not knowing the identity of the big boss, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't have the courage to stand in front of them.

After all, the status disparity is too big and he has no self-confidence. The big boss will love him like a small world and love him crazy.

It was precisely because of this gap between before and after that made him particularly uncomfortable.

"The bottom of the Forgotten River has indeed blocked many memories, including yours...so, do you want to block this relationship too? This way...maybe it will make you less painful."

Po Meng sighed softly and handed over the wine bottle in her hand.

Shuangyu didn't want to forget Shi Heng like he forgot Feng Yan. Those memories and emotions were very precious to him.

He even had a very bold guess that Feng Yan and Shi Heng were the same person.

Although the two are completely different.

Feng Yan has a calm personality. Although he criticizes wildly, he understands the general situation and knows how to give in.

Shi Heng was more childish because of his age and status. He did do many bad things to him, but his care for him was more meticulous than Feng Yan's.

In the short ten years, Shi Heng personally cooked three meals a day and midnight snacks for him. No matter how busy he was, he never fell behind and served him well.

I was attracted to Shi Heng in the first place because of his meticulous care and companionship during the hardest days of developing software.

But even if they are the same person, nothing can be changed.

He is a high-ranking god in the sky, but he is just an insignificant little brat in the underworld. The gap in status is too great. He has no confidence to stand in front of him and tell him that I am your lover in all times of calamity.

He hoped that the sins on his body could be cleared away as soon as possible, so that he could at least stand upright in front of him and pursue love bravely.

If you decide, you will do it. Shuangyu has never been a timid person.

But the ideal is full, but the reality is cruel.

The fact is that if he can't forget these past experiences, he will keep thinking about them, struggling with them, and suffering, which makes it impossible for him to even work normally.

If you want to have a future, you must give up.

Only by giving up can you gain!

Shuangyu knew that he had to make a choice.

Whether people or ghosts, everyone should move forward, there is no reason to retreat.

Instead of feeling sorry for himself here, he might as well work harder and do more tasks, and he would have more chances to eliminate his evil obstacles!

Even if you are reluctant to give up and struggle with it.

He also knew that temporary forgetfulness was his only option at the moment.

"In the future, will I have the chance to personally get back those missing feelings?"

Taking the wine from Po Meng's hand, Shuang Yu felt bitter in her heart and asked hoarsely.

"Of course it's possible. As long as you have perseverance, there's nothing you can't do, right?"

Po Meng nodded and smiled.

She did not say how to obtain those missing feelings.

But Shuangyu also guessed that to get back the blocked feelings, he might have to go down the river.

Bronze snakes and iron dogs compete for food, and they will fall into the river forever with no way out.

Even if the god jumped into the Wangchuan River, he would have to shed a layer of his skin, let alone his little ghost job.

But he...has no fear.

Because that crazy person’s unreserved love was worth everything he had to sacrifice!

"You're right, thank you for the wine."

Shuangyu smiled freely and took a sip of wine.

It tastes bitter in the mouth and then becomes sweet afterwards.

Every bit of the time he spent with Shi Heng was being sealed away bit by bit as the wine entered his body.

'Pa-ta--'

The wine bottle fell to the ground, and Shuang Yu fell drunk on the bank of Wangchuan River.

In the corner of his eye, a crystal teardrop rolled into the river water, turned into a pearl, and kept sinking.

On the bottom of the turbid river lie countless old boxes, large and small.

Among them, there is a very delicate box, which is faintly exuding a dazzling golden light, and the lock position is printed with a golden lotus mark!

The pearl fell on the box and gradually merged into the box.

This is the third pearl that fell into the box.