The world always compares Yue Lao and me. One is in love and the other is not in the world of mortals. Little do they know that love only accounts for a small part of the world. A bowl of Mengtang ends the past, and all the love, hatred, fame and desire of a lifetime are turned into dust and smoke. Sometimes I would also listen to stories about ghosts that come and go, but no matter what, all the things in the past life can only be turned into a sigh, and turned into a dream in the world as Meng Po soup is cooked.