long distance

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, how many people who are favored by Lord Lingguang will end well?"

So what?Sometimes, knowing that there is an abyss in front of you, you will still jump down without thinking about your body, even if your body is broken.

Aren't idiots passing by on this bridge?

Su Fangmu has been sitting by the bridge for two days. She is a person who goes with the situation, and she doesn't make any difference to her about the earth-shaking changes in the surrounding environment.Now that he is dead, he must drink Mengpo soup and cross the Naihe bridge to reincarnate.But she didn't know why, she sat here in a daze for a long time.

The crooked old woman came over with another soup bowl, and smiled kindly at her: "Girl, forget about the past." The fragrance of the soup was very attractive, but Su Fangmu knew that she would love this soup no matter what. can not drink.

Seeing that she was so persistent, the old woman didn't force her, so she put soup and sat beside her, "If everyone in the world was like the girl, wouldn't everyone stop drinking the old soup. But the fact is not the case, can the girl know the reason?"

Su Fangmu turned his head curiously, "What's the reason?"

The old woman smiled, and the wrinkles on her face were twisted together. She pointed to two or three groups of white shadows beside the soup shed and showed Su Fangmu, "Miss, do you see the shadow over there?"

Su Fangmu followed her hand and nodded.

"Those are all idiots. Who has never been a real person." The old woman's tone was full of regret.

"What?!" Su Fangmu looked more and more frightened after hearing the words.Those few white shadows could not be said to be human ghosts, if they were said to be livestock ghosts, she would not believe it.They have long since lost any shape, twisted beyond words, crawling weirdly in groups on the ground, as if they are looking for something that can never be found, day and night without stopping.

Su Fangmu felt an indescribable sadness in his heart, "What's going on with them?"

"They used to be like girls, they didn't drink the old man's soup." The old woman looked at Su Fangmu kindly, and then said: "They don't drink Meng Po soup, but Naihe Bridge. They all have obsessions that cannot be solved. , sitting by the bridge every day waiting for the person on the tip of their hearts. Alas, how do they know that their hearts can afford to wait, but their soul power can't afford it." The old woman said here, with a look of compassion beyond her words. Yin Qi likes to feed on the soul power of obsessive people. Although the food is not fast, a drop of water can still wear through a stone. How long does it take for mere mortals to consume their soul power? When they wait for their lifespan to come here , I no longer recognize them."

"Then don't they recognize the person they are waiting for?"

"Hahaha." The old woman smiled and shook her head, "The power of the soul is the source of maintaining consciousness. Their soul power is not even enough to maintain their appearance, so how can they maintain their consciousness? Don't say that they know what they have to wait for." People, even they themselves probably don’t know themselves.”

When the words fell, she picked up the soup bowl again and brought it to Su Fangmu, "The obsession is the most bitter in this world, girl, forget about the past."

Su Fangmu was a little dazed for a while, her eyes were firmly locked on the bowl of steaming soup in front of her, and she didn't move for a long time.

"Girl?" Seeing that she was not moving, the old woman passed the soup bowl forward again.

With a sound of "shaking", the soup bowl fell down, and the soup in it spilled on the ground without a drop, and disappeared into a wisp of smoke in an instant.

The old woman bowed, picked up the soup bowl, and left lamenting. When she turned around, Su Fangmu heard her say, "Oh, there's another one."

There is a cold aura everywhere in the underworld, and even the wind and cold blowing on the face can directly break through the skin and penetrate into the bones.Su Fangmu slowly bent his knees and sat down, pulling herself up.

This was probably the most irrational decision I've ever made.

For hundreds of years, every time I reincarnated, I would drink the soup without hesitation, just to leave behind the past and start a new journey, even if the journey is new, but the way of walking is the same as before.

I have always felt that after reincarnation, I will become another person who has nothing to do with the previous life. It sounds good to talk about love for three lives, but it is meaningless.At that time, what will exist in the world is just a stranger with the same soul.

That being the case, why bother chasing after life after life.

I never thought that one day, in such a deserted place, I would refuse to drink Meng Po soup just like those idiots, and would sit by the side of the Naihe Bridge and wait in a daze.

Long away, you may not know.Just the look you cast in the dry valley overnight, I know that I will be by your side in this life, until the day you leave me.But I didn't expect that in the final analysis, I would be the first to leave you.

I waited on the sick bed for three years, but now it's my turn to suffer here.I never knew what my fate was, but I just realized it today.Waiting for you may be my destiny.

I have been waiting for you all my life, from birth to death.So now, what's the point of waiting a little longer?

Bet on my soul power, abandon my reincarnation, I am waiting for you to find me.

You must come and find me while my consciousness still exists.

The changes of time in the world will leave traces, such as peach and plum blossoms in the spring breeze, phoenix trees and leaves falling in the autumn rain, and thousands of households dressed in silver in the winter snow.In the underworld, it seems that time is a frozen thing, there is no sunrise, only the blood-colored night sky, no dew, frost, rain and snow, only the biting cold wind.Here, everything is eternal, except the spirit power of the souls that is eroding day by day.

"Young master, let's forget about the past." The old woman at the soup shed smiled and brought a bowl of soup to persuade a young man in brocade who was just brought by the ghost messenger.From the young man's attire and the jade accessories hanging around his waist, it can be seen that he must have been a pampered grandson during his lifetime.

"No, I won't drink it. I'll wait until the emperor's life is over and come back here, and ask him why!" Young Master Jin Yi was afraid that he had too much obsession in his life, and he still wanted to do what he hadn't done in his life when he came here.

Seeing him like this, the old woman knew that this soup could not be force-fed to him.Then he walked to his side and pointed the white shadow by the bridge to him as he did to others.After hearing the old woman's explanation, the young man in brocade clothes turned pale with fright, but he still asked to think about it first.

"Oh? Why do you have such a bad complexion? How long have you been here?" Young Master Jin Yi looked at the drowsy woman in Xing Yi by the bridge, walked up to her and sat down.

"You don't drink that soup either? How long have you been waiting here? That woman said that if you don't drink soup, you will lose your soul power if you stay here. Can you tell me how long it will take for you to lose it like this?"

"You look very young, about the same age as me. My name is Jing Han, what's your name? By the way, I was killed by a glass of poisoned wine by my emperor brother. How did you die?"

"Why don't you speak? You can't speak, or don't you want to speak? Can't you hear me?"

"Did you make these things on the ground?" Jing Han looked at the several mud balls beside the woman's hand, which looked like jars of rouge in the world. "It's really interesting, your hands are so skillful. No one in my temple knows how to do this. Hey, hey, you finally reacted?"

The apricot-clothed woman stared at him with a pair of lifeless eyes, which made his hair stand on end.

"Why are you looking at me like that, I won't steal your things." He seemed to feel a little bored, rolled his eyes, and said teasingly: "However, I'm afraid you don't even know what I'm doing when you look like this." What?!" As he said that, he reached out and grabbed a clay pot on the ground and threw it into the air.

"Give it back to me!" The apricot-clothed woman suddenly screamed, and rushed towards Jing Han to snatch the clay pot in his hand, but unexpectedly, Jing Han loosened his grip because of her fright, and the clay pot fell off the shackles. It fell to the ground and shattered into mud.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry!" Jing Han stood on the side at a loss, looking at the woman in front of him who was baring her teeth and waving her claws and trying to hit him just now, squatting on the ground and looking at the mud puddle, feeling guilty suddenly.What made him feel even more uncomfortable was that the woman's eyes were obviously dull, but Jing Han still felt that she was about to cry.

"Don't show such an expression, I'll pay you back!" Jing Han touched his body as he spoke, and it took him a long time to realize that everything in the world is not brought with him when he is born, except for the attire he wore when he died. What does not belong to oneself.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I forgot that I'm dead now, and all the things I gave to girls are gone. How about I give you this jade pendant? It's strange why this thing has been... hey What did you say? What do you look like?" Jing Han squatted down quickly as he spoke, watching the lips of the woman in apricot clothes open and close, and his voice was far less sonorous than before.

"Long... from..."

"Changli? What Changli? Oh, I see." Jing Han suddenly seemed to find some fun, squatting beside her and said: "This Changli must be your husband, right? You are just waiting for him .Just like me, I was waiting for my emperor brother. I regard him as the best brother, but he... well, I won’t mention it. I’ll ask him when he comes down.”

"...New Year's Eve...rouge...broken..."

It was clearly promised that it would be a box a year.

There is no end to the years in the underworld, the souls of the dead come and go, and the cycle goes back and forth. The blood-colored night sky has a little light because of the floating lights on the Naihe Bridge. Except for the occasional guests from other worlds, no one pays attention to the outside world. After a few spring and autumn.

Sending the last soul who drank the soup to the bridge of Naihe and then went to the human world to experience the joys and sorrows. The old woman in the soup shed refilled a bowl of Mengpo soup and walked to the side of a plain-clothed figure, "Forget about the past."

Apart from her, there was no other white shadow left beside the Naihe bridge, or her soul power was exhausted and disappeared, or she followed her instinct to drink Mengpo soup and saved her life.

"That Xiaojing is unlucky. He just drank Meng Po soup to reincarnate, and his elder brother came here." The old woman smiled and shook her head, "Tell me, love in this world is good, hate That’s okay, in the end, it’s just so ironic.”

"Forget about the past."

Forget about the past...what to laugh at...

These have nothing to do with me.

Pushing away the old woman's soup bowl, Su Bai's fingers began to pick up the soil on the bank of Wangchuan River again.

One box a year, as I said.

Who did I... promise to?

Who am I... waiting for?