Suspicious sweet little days

Emotions have colors.

Too many colors mixed together is black.

Too much emotion mixed together is stress.

Those brilliance and brilliance will eventually be covered by black, so those happiness and happiness will eventually be replaced by pressure.

If it is a blank, everything is much easier.

If you can start over, can you just choose to fill with the color you like?

Does a life without pain, without depression, without sorrow really exist?

Suspect's body, half in the dark past, half in the bright future, both sides are pulling him, neither side will let go.

What about yourself?Which side do you want to go?

He looked back at the black half, the dazzled lines and the color blocks intertwined and infiltrated each other, as if his brain was about to be squeezed out, there were countless faces, countless memories, flashing and disappearing, there was himself All the roads I have traveled, all the things I have done, all the words I have spoken, and all the people I have known.

The grasped arm gradually tightened, and the body kept sinking into the darkness. It became very difficult to breathe, and it was hard to breathe, as if the chest was pressed by a stone.

I don’t want to go, I want to escape, it would be great if nothing happened, if everything starts again, there will definitely be a different ending, I just want the color I like, I want to have a life that only has happiness and happiness.

The suspicious ghost desperately threw off his arms, turned around and ran towards the white world without hesitation.

The force pulling the arm was suddenly released, and the feet became light enough to move, and the effortless body floated away towards the pure white world.

The white in front of the eyes rapidly expanded and spread towards the back, the black was instantly dispelled, and all the colors were washed away.

When the suspicious ghost stopped again, there was only a white world left around him.

A piece of barley grass grew from the foot of Suspect, and soon, the whole ground spread from the foot of Suspect to the distance, the green grass instantly covered the whole ground, and a sparkling river appeared in the distance , A red arched wooden bridge is erected over the river. On both sides of the river, plants are rapidly taking root and sprouting, with branches and leaves stretching and flower buds closing to bud.There is an earthen platform not far from the other side of the river, and there is a figure shaking on the platform.Where it meets the ground in the distance, the sky is dyed orange red, shrouding suspicious ghosts in the orange red world.

The suspicious ghost stepped forward slowly, stepping on the soft grass under his feet, and the rustling sound entered his ears, like a dream.

When I came to the red arch bridge, I saw the words "Naihe Bridge" written on the bridge pillars.

There is a stone tablet beside the bridge, with the inscription "Sansheng Stone" three words, the color is like cinnabar.

Looking at the Donghe River, the river is crystal clear, and countless lotus flowers are blooming at the bottom of the river.

Beside the Naihe Bridge, beside the Sansheng Stone.

The suspicious ghost thought in his heart, then this river must be the Wangchuan River, and the water must be Sanqianweishui.

The suspicious ghost stood by the bridge, hesitated for a while, and saw the flower buds stretching on both sides of the river, the delicate and slender petals slowly unfolding, and the blood-red manjusawa dyed the banks of the Wangchuan River red.

It blooms for 1000 years and falls for 1000 years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet.Love is not causal, edge destined to death.

As bright as blood, as red as fire, the suspicious ghost knows that he has already embarked on the "road of fire" leading to Youqi Realm.

Looking at the Sansheng Stone beside him, which records his past life and present life, stepping on the Naihe Bridge means preparing to forget the karma of his past life.

Walking on the Naihe Bridge, every time I take a step, it seems that something is torn away and peeled off with the progress of the footsteps, and the body becomes more and more light, but I feel that every time I take a step, it is more difficult.The regret, fear and uneasiness brought about by forgetting, seem to be as uncomfortable as the heart being crushed by Bai Kong.

The suspicious ghost held onto the side of the bridge, making it difficult to continue walking.

The whole person seemed to be lighter than a feather, as if a gust of wind would be blown away. He put his hands on his chest, as if he wanted to grab his heart, but he felt as if his heart had been torn away.

who am I?

If everything is gone, am I still me?

I want to turn back, but I dare not turn back. If I turn back, can I continue on this road?

On the Wangxiang Terrace in the distance, the hunched Po Meng is drinking a bowl of soup, which is made of Manzhu Shahua and Wangchuan River water. He wants to stand on the Wangxiang Terrace and see the last look of this world. , He has to drink the full bowl of Meng Po soup in one gulp, and then he can reach the place he wants to go.

The suspicious ghost stepped forward, eyes full of blood and fiery color made him feel dazed, and the river of Wangchuan lay under the bridge.

Finally arrived at Wangxiang Terrace, the silver-haired Granny Meng, with the wrinkles on her face imprinted with time, smiled kindly at the suspicious ghost.

"Take a look back, and you will end the fate of this life." Meng Po said to the suspicious ghost.

Suspect closed his eyes, turned around trembling, and when he opened his eyes facing the world, tears poured out uncontrollably.

No, we can't just leave like this.

Even in a messy world, with so much pain and hatred, even if all the colors will eventually turn to darkness, but still can't just let go.

unwilling.

Even if it's bad, even if it's dark, the little bit of happiness and happiness that always exists is like a star in the night sky, allowing him to open his eyes, allowing him to hold on tightly, and sustain him to survive.

"Love and hatred, parting from life and death, those who can't let go of people and things that can't let go, singing this bowl of soup, can turn into misty clouds and gradually fade away in the ups and downs." Meng Po came to Suspect's body, and Meng Po soup was served in front of him.

"Drink it." He said with a smile.

The suspicious ghost looked at the bowl of Mengpo soup that reflected his face, he took a step back and shook his head.

"Drink." Granny Meng stepped forward.

Suspect took another step back.

"Drink." Granny Meng stepped forward again, this time putting away the smile on her face.

The suspicious ghost wanted to retreat again, but found that he had reached the edge of Wangxiang Terrace.

"After crossing the Naihe Bridge, you can't go back on your word. Drink it, and forget it. How about starting all over again?" Granny Meng approached a little closer.

"No, let me go back, I don't want to forget, I don't want to leave, I want to go back." Suspect said.

Granny Meng lowered her hand holding the bowl, looked at the suspicious ghost and shook her head.

"The past is like a cloud, why should you be persistent? If you can't let it go, it is you who suffer."

As soon as Po Meng's words fell, a hook and knife suddenly emerged from the suspicious ghost's feet to trip his feet.

The suspicious ghost wanted to move, but the hook knife was embedded even tighter, and the blade bit into the flesh.

"Ah..." Suspicion could not help squatting down due to the pain.

"The more painful it is, the more painful it is. It's better to drink this bowl of soup honestly, forget everything in the previous life, and start a new life." Granny Meng picked up the bowl of soup again and brought it to Suspect's mouth.

The suspicious ghost looked at the soup in front of him, and suddenly raised his hand to overturn the soup bowl.

"Don't drink! Let me go!"

"Drink!"

It was obviously overturned, but when she looked at it again, Granny Meng still held the bowl of soup in her hand and put it in her mouth.

Po Meng smiled at him, her eyes seemed to say that all struggles were useless.

This time, Suspect stretched out his hand fiercely to push Po Meng down, and the bowl of soup was also spilled on the earth platform. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Suspect pulled his foot out of the hook knife abruptly, and ran towards Naihe Bridge.

Both feet were bleeding continuously, staining the road red, but the suspicious ghost couldn't care about the pain, he just wanted to go back, back to the other side, the manjushahua on both sides of the bank was so red that it seemed to burn his eyes, but he couldn't bear to look away .

Finally reached the Naihe Bridge, the suspicious ghost smiled, saying that no one can go back to the Naihe Bridge, but the other shore is ahead, and he can do it.

"Great God... Great God... I want to go back, don't just forget you like this... If you don't want to just give up..." Suspicion shouted in his heart.

"Where to go!"

Two figures suddenly appeared on the road, one black and one white, blocking the suspect's way.

"Black and white impermanence!" Suspect was forced to stop.

"You escaped when I caught you last time, don't try to escape again this time!"

After finishing speaking, Black and White Wuchang rushed towards Suspect, Hei Wuchang threw off the shackles, and held Suspect tightly, and then the two ghosts supported Suspect and quickly returned him to the Wangxiang Terrace.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!" Suspicious Ghost stabbed fiercely.

"After passing the Naihe Bridge, you still want to return to the present world? Stop dreaming!"

Hei Wuchang pressed the suspicious ghost to the ground, and Bai Wuchang pressed his head.

Meng Po came to him with a bowl of Meng Po soup, opened Suspect's mouth, and forcibly poured Meng Po soup into Suspect's mouth.

As the warm soup slowly flows into the throat, various tastes of sour, sweet, bitter, and hot permeate the spleen and lungs.

Tears welled up in their eyes, but quickly dried up due to the dry climate in Ukihiro.

"Great God... Great God..."

Muttering in his mouth the last thing he didn't want to forget, the suspicious ghost slowly closed his eyes.