On the swaying boat on the Santu River, there was a wooden platform with a chandelier hanging on a hook above it, emitting a faint white light.
White light seemed unable to penetrate the black river water, and even the visibility was extremely low.
There is a thin layer of gray fog above the river. Through the fog, I can only vaguely see a man in a black robe standing bent over at the bridge, holding an oar in his hand.
"He is the ferryman of the Santu River."
Meng Po said calmly: "The ferryman can travel freely between the two sides of the Santu River. Of course, his boat can also carry quite a few people."
"But, they need enough banknotes, otherwise the ferryman won't let them on board."
Bai Wuchang added a sentence, and I frowned suspiciously.
Many people passed away, family members and relatives will burn a lot of paper for them...
I was thinking, and suddenly recalled some words I asked the pervert before, and almost forgot.
People in the underworld cannot actually receive the banknotes burned by living people. This is just a nostalgia and a thought of people.
"No matter how much paper people in the yang world burn, they won't be able to receive any of it. Only when they live and work in the underworld will there be paper money in circulation in the underworld." Bai Wuchang sat on the bridge, with his two short legs stretched out. outside, constantly
"Then why are they crossing the river?"
Meng Po's voice was light and soft: "Madam, there will be a period of time in the mortal world, the yin will be very heavy, it seems to be called Qingming Festival, during that time, as long as these poor people have enough paper money to go back and forth, they can travel to the mortal world in a short time See your loved ones."
After hearing this, I understood the meaning of that ferryman's existence, and fixed my eyes on that black shadow.
"His temper is weird. Xiaobai went to play with him before, and he spanked his butt with a wooden paddle!"
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Po Meng couldn't help laughing out loud, her hands half covering her mouth, the corners of her mouth couldn't stop the smile.
I couldn't help laughing too, seeing her bulging cheeks, I couldn't help pinching her.
I never expected that she would say such a thing, no matter what, Bai Wuchang's status in the underworld is not low.
Even though she was a child, I still felt a special sense of joy when I told her about the fact that her butt was big by the ferryman.
"Sister Meng is still laughing! You saw everything at the time, and you didn't come to help me. My butt hurts for a long time!"
Po Meng raised her head and said with a smile: "Who told you to be so mischievous, once the Santu River water touches your body, your soul and body will be hurt."
"It's not good to go anywhere, but I have to come to Santuhe."
Bai Wuchang clasped his chest with his arms puffed up, his mouth was pursed, and his eyes were fixed on the ferryman. To my surprise, the ferryman remained motionless like an old pine growing on the boat.
…
Later, we got together with Granny Meng for a while, and for some reason, the number of souls who had just passed away suddenly increased. Granny Meng got up, took out a few pieces of wood from the firewood piled up on one side, and threw them into the blue-black ghost fire.
Seeing that she was busy, we stopped disturbing her and planned to leave and return to the palace.
When I was walking on the road, I suddenly thought of the time in my heart, and shouted: "It's over!"
Bai Wuchang was taken aback by my sudden action, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with your mother? Is there something wrong?"
She grabbed my hand and asked anxiously.
I covered my head and looked at the sky.
Since my phone was out of battery, whether there is day or night in this underworld, I have no concept of time at all, which made me a little worried about the affairs of the underworld.
My parents know that I am resting at home. If I am not at home suddenly, even if they know that I may go back to school, they will make a phone call to inquire about it, and they will definitely warn me for a while.
The point is, my phone is out of battery, so they will definitely be anxious now.
And An Ning, An Ning is still in the hospital. Although I had a lot of phone calls with her before coming to the underworld, if she is discharged from the hospital, I should pick her up.
I have been thinking about the matter of An's family. I don't know if they have found a solution. How is Grandpa An's health
Anze's words were still echoing in my ears, and I lowered my eyes slightly.
When Bai Wuchang heard what I said, he pinched his chin with his fingers, and finally, as if he had decided on something, he said to me: "Your Majesty, when Lord Yama comes back, you can ask for his permission."
"Xiaobai sees that the empress's body is recovering very well. Recently, all she eats are things from the underworld. Many of them are specially cultivated by someone in the palace, and the atmosphere in the palace is much better than outside."
"Maybe in a short period of time, the little prince can no longer use his ability to protect the empress, but the daily life of the empress will not be seriously affected."
While talking, Bai Wuchang kept stroking my body with his two little hands, and finally said to me seriously.
After I listened, I nodded silently in my heart.
The main reason is that I have no concept of time. If the mobile phone is still charged, I still know how to measure it.
Now, in order to prevent unnecessary worries for my family and peace, if my body recovers well, I should go back.
Now that the pervert has allowed me to enter and leave the palace, if I want to come in the future, I can come back at any time.
When I returned to the bedroom, the pervert had already returned, hugged me, and led me into the back room.
"Hua Er, did you have fun today?"
"How does hell feel?"
I sat on the edge of the bed, and he sat down next to me. My tone was a little excited, and I recalled what happened today in my mind.
"That's right, pervert, I'm more concerned about Granny Meng."
I tugged on his sleeve, and a gleam of light flashed across his eyes, fleeting, but I caught it.
"At that time, when you took me through the two worlds, the singing I heard was her singing, but she seemed very sad when she heard this song."
The pervert wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and I leaned gently in his arms.
"It's very sad, what has she experienced?"
Po Meng can make soup that washes away the memory of the dead, so why does she have emotions
She can drink it by herself and forget all her sorrows and sorrows.
The pervert squeezed the hand on my shoulder, and sighed almost invisibly: "She used to have a lover, but he is no longer alive."
Surprised, I raised my head suddenly and asked, "My love?"
He nodded and continued: "Po Meng once fell in love with a man, and that man died in an accident in the world."
"At that time, she fell in love with him at first sight. According to the rules, she had to drink her soup before the man stepped onto the bridge, but her heart relented."
"That song was taught to Granny Meng by that man. Granny Meng never let him walk on the Naihe Bridge. Once on the bridge, she must drink soup first, so she always took him by her side to accompany her."
The pervert stopped at this point, I raised my head, pushed his chest with my hand, and motioned: "Continue talking."
"Later, they got along day and night for a long time, and the man also fell in love with Meng Po. However, there are rules in the underworld. Anyone who dies must drink Meng Po's soup and walk across the bridge of Naihe."
"In the end, the man didn't drink the soup, but jumped directly from the bridge and into the Santu River."
When I heard the final ending, the shock in my heart could not be calmed down for a long time.
In the process of the pervert's narration, the tone was very flat, without a trace of emotion. Even though I learned about Po Meng's experience from a third party, I could still hear that this story was very, very sad.
I don't know what Po Meng experienced with that man, what did they do when they got along
However, I can recall the sadness and pain on Po Meng's face when I was humming that tune.
They really love each other, but there is nothing they can do. Po Meng knows that they cannot be together. She will spend her whole life cooking soup on the bridge, and the man will also pass through the Naihe Bridge and officially enter the underworld to start a new life.
What hurts my heart the most is the way that man chose in the end.
His soul does not want to forget Po Meng, does not want to forget their time together, does not want to spend his life in the underworld in amnesia, would rather not have a soul, not reincarnate, embrace their beautiful memories, disappear between heaven and earth .
How should I put it? How should I express my thoughts
I only saw two words before them.
"Beloved."
A love that goes beyond the soul.
I carefully recalled the situation when I got along with Granny Meng. When she said "I can't bear it", I actually missed the loss and nostalgia in her eyes, but more of it was full of melancholy.
The pervert seemed to know that I was reminiscing the story he told me, so he didn't make a sound, just kissed my forehead occasionally, and hugged me even tighter.
…
A little later, I had dinner with the pervert in the palace. He listened to my thoughts and agreed to let me go back to the world.
"Don't meddle in the matter of An's family, and take a good rest at ordinary times, you know?"
Before the pervert left, he told me for a long time, and then reluctantly gave me a deep kiss.
I thumped his chest amusedly, and said, "It's not like we didn't meet again."
His pretty lips pressed against my ear, and he replied seductively: "Don't you know, my wife, it's like three autumns since I don't see my wife for a day."
My cheeks were hot from being teased by him, and I opened my mouth in a panic. I wanted to quarrel with him, but what I said was completely opposite to what I thought!
"Hurry up and finish the business, and spend more time with me!"
A smile flashed across the eyes of the pervert, and I was covering my mouth with my hands, cursing myself for revealing my inner thoughts. The pervert smiled lightly and lingered with me for a while, and agreed: "Obey, lady."
He disappeared, and I returned to my own home.
The first thing to do is to charge the phone, and then look at my chat.
When I saw the message my mother sent me, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiaohua, I can't get through to your phone number. Have you gone back to school? Remember to call me back after recharging the battery. Your dad and I are going on a business trip this month. I'm going to city M, and your dad is going to country R. Want us to bring something back?"
This was posted by my mother yesterday, as well as that little girl An Ning.
I can't believe that she sent me 99+ messages not long after I disappeared.
It's a runaway emoticon, and it's complaining. She also said that if I don't answer her phone, she will break up with me, which makes me laugh and cry.