Qinghe waved far away to the woman in red on the Naihe Bridge by the Wangchuan River. Po Meng held the spoon and divided the soup unhurriedly. Looking at the woman in green who was coming towards her, her hand paused slightly before she regained her composure.
"Why are you here again?"
"If I don't come, you won't be able to finish the soup." Qing He raised the corner of his mouth and drank the soup in one gulp.
"The taste is still so bland." There was an obvious look of disgust on his face, but the hand holding the bowl stretched out and motioned for Po Meng to add more soup.
"That's because the world you have experienced is too boring."
"How about you add some sugar to me? I like sweets!"
Po Meng didn't even raise her eyelids to take a look, she just filled the empty bowl in a hurry. In the long years of seeing all kinds of things in the world, he is the only one who is so obsessed with reincarnation and repeating the road to hell. Every time he comes, he feels that the soup is not delicious, but he always drinks ten or eight bowls easily. I just don't know how deep the obsession is,
What a difficult and unforgettable past made her so obsessed with this bowl of soup.
"Yes, I originally wanted to taste all the tastes in the world, but unfortunately after life after life, it is still so clear and empty."
Qinghe raised his eyes indifferently and looked at the souls beside him who were holding bowls of soup and waiting for reincarnation. Some were laughing happily, some were frowning, some were regretful, and some were enlightened; but none of them were worth a bowl of soup. After drinking the soup, his eyes were filled with silence. It's just that this silence is without her.
The world only knows the blooming flowers on the other side of the Forgotten River, but they don't know that it is the past and present lives that everyone has let go of. But there is no trace of her past or present life there.
Purpose: She didn't want to stay in that realm of innocence forever, living in panic, so she picked out the immortal bones of the soul with her own hands, spent all her cultivation and spiritual power, and only kept the cat and the flower seed. She carved her body out of a mulberry tree, walked around the world, and experienced all the worldly events, just to forget the past and guard her cats and flowers. The boat in the Kewangchuan River could not ferry her past life, and the Naihe Bridge could not save her present life. Even after drinking the soup in Po Meng's hand, she could still remember it vividly.