Eighty-first bowl of soup (1)
how come…
Hei Tuanzi stared blankly at Qing Huan and "looked", although he didn't know if there were really eyeballs that could "look" under its chubby appearance. Qing Huan picked it up in her hand, touched it carefully, and sighed: "So you are furry."
She wanted to touch it the first time she saw it, and now she finally got what she wanted.
The black ball flicked in her palm, and it became the size of her palm when she woke up, it was just right to hold and play with in her hand.
"You, you won... Obviously the last illusion..."
"It's not that I won, it's that the masters in these illusions made new choices." Qing Huan shrugged, "It's just that I lent my consciousness to them, not me. So, I didn't lose, but neither did you." Lose. The last master of the illusion, she was supposed to eat the monk's soul and turn into an Asura to harm one side, but now she can be reincarnated as a human being, from a certain point of view, it is also a kind of blessing."
Hei Tuanzi moved in her palm, as if he was still a little confused. Qing Huan gently stroked its soft fur, and said to it: "Since we are in a draw, whether you want to go with me or not is up to you to choose, I will not force you."
"...Where am I going with you?"
"Go where you need to go, you should remember who you are."
"who I am?"
Qing Huan smiled, time lost herself in time.
These twelve worlds are all illusions, formed by the obsession of the owner of the illusion, and also because of Heituanzi's ability to control time - it has forgotten who it is, but it has never forgotten its mission. Time stays in one dimension, and then selects people from various worlds who can fulfill its wishes. But - it is dead, its mission has been inherited by others, only it itself is still trapped in this obsession.
To eliminate the beast of other people's obsession, it is trapped in its own obsession.
In ancient times, there was a divine beast named Qiongyi, who had four wings, controlled fate and controlled the speed of time.
But mythical beasts die too. After the death of the beast, there will be obsession, so there is a destiny in the dark, and Qing Huan will come to take it away and end its endless waiting and struggle.
It's good if you can't remember, Qing Huan thinks. Sometimes remembering too much will make life unhappy, and it will be easier to forget.
Sitting by the bridge drinking tea, she couldn't help smiling as she watched Qiongyi quickly wrestle with little Hei Jiguang. Moze thought that he had the same human form as his master, and he should maintain his image, so he restrained his inner desire and leaned on Qing Huan's lap, looking at the still light in the air with his big curious eyes: "Master , time stopped."
Qing Huan stroked his soft black hair, "Yeah, time has stopped." From then on, on the Naihe Bridge, there was no more time, no past and no future, everything stayed in the present, in every moment. This moment.
"Master will go away for such a long time in the future?" He blinked his big watery eyes, "I can't bear to part with you. Once the master leaves, the village will be deserted."
"Maybe... yes." Qing Huan sighed, "There is another person who needs me to find him."
"… who is it?"
"I won't tell you." She pinched Mo Ze's little nose, and when she saw his little face wrinkled into a ball, she chuckled, "Okay, okay, it's time for us to open, go and see what's in the pot." Is the soup boiled? If it boils, remember to stir it, so as not to taste bad."
Moze slid down from her arms, ran away pattering away, stirring with a spoon that was taller than him, Qinghuan smiled and looked into the distance, although there was nothing there. It is not wrong to say that she has no future. In those twelve illusions, she just lent her heart to them. But when the illusion passes, their obsession disappears—it's just an illusion.
All revenge is meaningless, Qiong Qi can control time, but he can never change the facts that have happened. It hoped that someone could save the twelve women, but no one could save them.
It is said that fate can be changed, yes, it is possible.
But fate is also irresistible.
The dead are still dead, the desperate are still desperate, the wronged are still wronged, and the regretful cannot be fulfilled. Because it's all just an illusion, it's just an illusion.
It's just that the suffering is real, the sadness is real, and the struggle, anger and unwillingness are all real.
Only love is fake.
Qing Huan spread her palms, she could not bring back the souls of those twelve women, because they had already been reincarnated, no one knows what the new world will be like, but they will never be so painful again, maybe this is good news .
She smiled slightly, looking at the Bana flowers spreading out at the head of the Naihe Bridge and fluttering in the wind. They are bright red in color, the flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves fall without flowers, and they cannot be seen for life.
At this moment, the soul-invoking bell was ringing, and the soul-calling banner was buzzing. Qing Huan looked towards the bridge, and saw a woman in white walking slowly. The clothes were snow white, but the blood stains on them were bright red.
She didn't look young anymore, she was about forty years old. Qing Huan walked towards her, the woman looked up at her, staggered, Qing Huan stepped forward to support her, and then touched the sticky hands - all blood.
"So sad..." the female ghost murmured, "So sad..."
Qing Huan did not speak, but quietly helped the ghost to the table and sat down. She didn't need to listen to these ghosts telling stories. The reason why she listened every time was just to give the ghosts some comfort and let them vent their despair. exit. Things that cannot be told during life are no longer secrets after death. The female ghost in front of her was obviously unable to talk to her, so she slowly closed the other's eyes, let her fall into a peaceful sleep, and then sent her to the Li Wangtai.
I hope that after you wake up, your memory is clean, just like a newborn.
Moze ran over, "Is the master leaving?"
"Let's go together." She bent down and picked up the little guy, feeling a little heavier again. The appearance of a child will not change, but it will never grow taller, it can only develop horizontally. "I'll always get bored if I take it with me in Zhuangzi on the bridge."
"Yeah!" Nodded fiercely, "It's suffocating! I want the master to take it out to play!"
"Yes, but you can't patronize and play. The ghost's obsession must also be eliminated, and the wish must be fulfilled."
Ji Guang and Xiao Hei surrounded her legs anxiously, and Qing Huan sighed, feeling overwhelmed. No matter how beautiful the scenery of Meng Po Zhuang is, it is not as interesting as the earthly one. She bent down and touched the heads of the two little things, "Qiong has just arrived on the bridge, you help me stay with it, and I will take you out to play next time."
The furry black ears and white ears drooped down, but Qing Huan was hard-hearted, knowing that these two little things were the best at pretending to be pitiful, so she patted their heads and beckoned Qiong to come over.
The black dumpling is still a small one, the nose, eyes and mouth cannot be seen clearly, the fluffy and soft touch feels great. Qing Huan couldn't help pinching it—the meat was also soft, really cute. She doesn't need any helpers at all, just one person on the Naihe bridge is enough, Xie Bi'an's presence has also lightened her workload a lot, the reason why she always picks up some fluffy balls is really just because they are cute …
Superficial, so superficial.
Fortunately, no one knows this little secret except God Meng Po herself.
She walked out of Naihe Bridge with Jiguang, and with Qiongxi present, she could freely choose the time to appear without taking other considerations into account.
The woman on the bridge is called Xie Man. She is from a good family background and has a smooth journey. She married the husband who grew up with her. After her husband married her, he inherited the Xie family's property as a matter of course. The two lived happily for a long time, and then Sherman became pregnant and bore her husband a son. The son is beautiful and smart, and as he grows up day by day, Xie Man thinks he will be happy for the rest of his life.
Until Yi Xiaodie appeared.
This sixteen-year-old girl appeared in her life with an elf-like attitude. And talked about love with Xie Man's son, just when Xie Man thought that the young couple was in love with each other, but found out that Yi Xiaodie and her husband also had an affair!
The whole world seemed to start to change. All the men who had sex with Yi Xiaodie fell madly in love with her, including Xieman's husband and son. They become like another person, Sherman is no longer their beloved wife and gentle mother, but a vicious, scheming executioner who wants to separate them and Fluttershy!
Sherman died at the hands of his son. The child she raised with her own hands pointed a gun at her, but she didn't know why, could it be because she insisted that he break up with Yi Xiaodie? !
That woman ruined her home and she wants to have her evicted! What's wrong with this? Her husband and children turned against each other for a woman, and in the end they were even willing to share Yi Xiaodie with more men. How could there be such absurd things in this world? !
Too bad Sherman doesn't know why, and she never will, because she's dead.
Even after he died, he still worried about his husband and children, and hoped that they would be safe and awake.
Qing Huan sighed, in this world, women's hearts are always too soft. After death, she still refused to let go, reluctant to let go, and all the happiness and happiness of her life disappeared in the last year. The girl named Yi Xiaodie came aggressively, with overwhelming charm and coquettishness, allowing men to be controlled in her hands , and let Xieman die in the indifference of her husband and the unfeeling trigger of her son.
How can I not be sad, how many years of love is no match for a young and beautiful girl.
Qing Huan looked in the mirror, and Mo Ze beside him kept jumping around: "Master, master, eat and eat."
Hey, this little fat guy, only he is the real optimist.