"I don't drink Meng Po Soup." I shouted angrily, looking at the old woman who was using a computer to divide the soup. I never get angry randomly, but the old woman said that you are not allowed to cross Naihe Bridge without drinking soup.
"If you don't want to drink soup, just go over there and wait far away from the bridge." The old woman said ruthlessly.
I asked curiously: "What are you waiting for?"
"First, wait for the person you love. Second, wait until you want to drink soup." The old woman said nonsensically.
"The person I love..." I said to myself, looking at hell, a place of ghost mountains and seas of ghosts, looking for the person I love.
I looked around, but there was nothing, so I walked to a place far away from the bridge in disappointment and waited. There were quite a few people "waiting" there. One of them told me: "I have been waiting here for 120 reincarnations."
"120 Reincarnations? Then, doesn't it mean it has been thousands of years?"
"Yes." He shook his head.
I said, "Then you wait until you find the one you love?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because she has never thought of me, so I can't see her. Although she may turn into a shadow and walk past me, I don't know when she comes or when she passes."
"Then, what do you do?" I asked.
"When I forget her, Po Meng will give me soup, and I can be reincarnated."
In the sea of people, no, in the sea of ghosts, he couldn't see her because she had forgotten to strangle him, and he was still waiting foolishly and stupidly... Waiting for her to think of him...