If life had never been like a drama and I had never met you, I think I would be a very poetic woman, dancing the piano, listening to music, tasting tea, and reading about life. All my dream-like life began when I met you at Sansheng Bridge. At that time, you were dressed in red, with long hair slightly tied, and a look of sadness in your eyes. I am very curious, why did you die so early when you seemed to be just over 28 years old? When grandma handed you Meng Po soup, I deliberately knocked it over. You looked at me angrily and sadly, with a cannibalistic look in your eyes. Then you turned your head and stretched out your hand to look at Po Meng, signaling Po Meng to give him another bowl. Po Meng looked at me and shook it again. I shook my head and sighed. At this time, I suddenly remembered what Meng Po said to me: "Every person has only one bowl of Meng Po soup after death. It cannot be broken. If it is broken, the person will not be able to cross the Sansheng Bridge and can only spend this life by the Sansheng Bridge."...