Forgetting the River (Chapter 1: The Covenant)

Two eight- or nine-year-old children stirred vigorously into a large pot of soup, and the two children were wearing the same clothes, both shirts and a pair of over-the-knee pants, exactly the same style, one green and one yellow.

At the edge of the cold NaiHe Bridge, a woman in a white T-shirt and jeans sat at a stone table, in front of which was a gray enamel bowl full of soup, and the ash bowl against the clear soup was unusually clean.

"Drink it, drink it, drink it, all the dust in this life, all the past has been broken." A white-haired old woman opposite the woman said in a very soft tone, although the tone is soft, but people can't feel emotion, oh no, it should be said that the ghost can't feel the emotion. This white-haired old woman is the administrator of the order of the end and reincarnation of the underworld, Meng Po. No one can say the age of Meng Po, Meng Po and the underworld have existed for the same long time, so many years down, forget the river water flowed through a series of years, the other side of the flower blossomed and failed, only Meng Po has never changed; it is said that Meng Po changes every thousand years, there are also ghosts who travel back and forth between the yin and yang worlds, saying that Meng Po is actually one person, because Meng Po has been this face for thousands of years, and has always been a "beautiful person" with a graceful posture, only Meng Po herself will call herself a half-old Xu Niang with various souls who come to Wangxiangtai. This Meng Po in front of the woman's eyes, it is really difficult for people to call her old woman, because Meng Po is really beautiful, in addition to full of white hair, her eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose are standard beauty embryos, although Meng Po's clothes are half old and not new black gray material, but the black gray that can be worn on her body is shining. Probably because the time by this Naihe Bridge is too long, the long Meng Po herself does not know the age, only know that it is a very long time, for all the undead Meng Po who came to the Nai Ho Bridge called herself an old woman, the older undead called her Meng Po, the younger ones would call her Old Woman, Meng Po never had any objection to these titles.

"Drink it, and all the past will become as clear and blank as this soup?" The woman looked at the soup on the stone table and asked slowly.

This woman's name is Lan Amaranth, she was born in the year of the village drought, orchids belong to semi-negative plants, do not need too much water, the family name lan, so her parents named her a word, but also has the meaning of indifference. She didn't like the name, she didn't even like that home, and she was afraid to stay in that home for as long as she could remember. Lan Mo was the second eldest in the family, above was an older sister named Lan Ning; below was a younger sister and younger brother, the younger sister was called Lan Qiao, and the younger brother was called Lan Yi. The four of them are really people like his name, sister Lan Ning has the strongest ability, just like the name of the sister, the core strength of the family is condensed on the sister; sister Lan Qiao, the skill is not weak, but there are many things Lan Qiao are opportunistic; younger brother Lan Yi, also did as his name, everything is also done beautifully, everyone is satisfied; only Lan Qiao, sure as his own name, indifferent to nobility, from childhood is the main object of mother education, although he knows that his mother is so "vigorous" Educating herself is more to kill the other three children to look at the monkey, but after a long time, Lan Mo is more and more afraid, and there is no difference in the degree of clothing, but every time the mother "educates herself", the burden in her heart increases by one point, and later more and more, Lan Mo is not even willing to talk, the mother is really angry when she sees it, the mother feels that the bigger the child, the more people are embarrassed, lan mound feels that the bigger the more she wants to be liberated.

Later, on a dinner evening, the mother began to preach again, the mother specifically said what Lan Mo did not remember, because Lan Mo heard too tired, quietly listening to the mother count herself, Lan Mo did not say a word washing dishes and chopsticks, a total of nearly ten minutes, the mother said thirsty, but also because the dinner dishes are somewhat salty, so this is the shortest time in history for the mother to preach. Watching her mother go to the living room to pour water, Lan Mo did not speak, quietly closed the kitchen light, returned to the bedroom to change into a comfortable dress, put on a faint waterproof makeup, and then left the house.

By the time others found Lan Mo, Lan Mo was a corpse in the water, and Lan Mo's soul had already reached the edge of this bridge.

"This bowl of soup has two tastes, and the uncaring person drinks it like water; the more sorrowful the sorrow, the stronger the soup, just like the stronger the liquor." But no matter what kind of person, drinking it is the same as pouring out the past, and when you cross this bridge again, everything is new. The white-haired Meng Po was still in that soft but emotionless tone.

"If that's the case, I'd like to have two bowls, can I?" Lan Mo asked.

Meng Po looked at Lan Mo and said, "Young man, you were born and died, according to the rules, you should not cross the Nai Ho Bridge so quickly, my wife saw that you were pitiful before giving you the permission to relax the bridge, you now want to ask for two bowls of Meng Po soup, I can't give it." ”

Lan Mo sighed lightly and said, "I'm not afraid to cross the Naihe Bridge, I'm just afraid of thinking about the yang world, I don't want to think about them at all, I don't want to think about that home at all." I heard that Nai Ho Qiao would have to stay in the Yan Luo Temple for a while, and I was afraid that I would think of things in the Yang Dynasty, so I wanted to ask for two bowls of soup. ”

"Well, people like you who are born lightly will not cross the Nai Ho Bridge so quickly and see the pavilion in front of the Wangxiang Platform?" Fallen into disrepair, it is time to repair, you should be punished to find materials, and even if you are not good, you should be allowed to burn fire and mix soup like big green and rhubarb. Meng Po shook her head and said, and the big green and rhubarb in Meng Po's mouth refer to the two children mixing soup in front of the boiler.

"You want two bowls of soup, I'm conditional." Meng Po continued.

"Yes, yes, any condition." Lan Mo listened to this and answered with some excitement.

Meng Po saw lan mo answer so cheerfully, not hurriedly said: "My wife is used to being alone, but habit is not a good thing, I have a lot of things to say, oh no, no ghosts to say." ”

Lan Mo saw Meng Po truthfully, knowing that Meng Po was going to change her mouth, silently suppressed her mood and said, "Meng Po Po, no, Sister Meng, I will agree to whatever conditions you have, and if you want to say anything, I can also be a listener." ”

"I want you to accompany me, for a long, long time." Meng Po looked at Lan Mo, this time the tone was still soft but more emotional than before.

"How long is it, a month?" A year? decade? Or is it longer? Lan Mo asked lightly.

Meng Po said, "Anyone who comes to the Nai Ho Bridge to drink Meng Po soup is past the first seven, and you did not go back when you were on the first seven, I think you are afraid that you will not be willing to reincarnate when you arrive at the Yan Luo Temple, so it is better to stay in this Nai Ho Bridge and watch the water flow of the Forgotten River with me, and the flowers on the other side bloom and fall, are you willing?" ”

Lan Mo replied without any hesitation, "I am willing, as long as I no longer step into the human world, stay in this underworld, and guard this forgotten river, I am willing to do anything." ”

"Young man, this time is very long, long, you don't regret it." Meng Po Said.

"You've been able to hold on for so long, and so can I." Lan Mo still did not hesitate to return.

"Well, now that you have decided, I promise you, and you promise me, and we will keep our promises to each other." Meng Po arrived.

"Well, that's it." Lan Amaranth responded happily.