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Chapter 32

Before Yang Fan started to tell the story of Po Meng when she was young, Guoguo suddenly asked, "Brother, I drank Po Meng Tang, but I don't have any memory of the past. Did you drink it too?"

Yang Fan said, "I didn't drink before I came to this life, so I have memories of my past life."

Aunt Thirteen smiled without saying a word, not exposing Yang Fan's lies.

To lie to a child is not called cheating, it is called coaxing.

"Brother, aren't you having a hard time? Do you feel very tired?" Guoguo worried, because my brother said that the overlapping of reincarnation memories would lead to severe personality conflicts, bringing great confusion to the soul and body. , so that people can not feel at ease into a new round of life.

"It used to be very hard, until one day..." Yang Fan said, and stopped abruptly.

Guoguo, who was hiding under the quilt, was in a hurry, so she quickly got up and asked, "Brother, what happened one day?"

Yang Fan smiled and said: "Until one morning, I opened the door and saw two angels standing outside the door, one big and one small, the light on their bodies was extremely peaceful and warm, blowing away all the haze shrouded in my previous life, I Enough."

Aunt Thirteen was stunned for a moment, and only reacted in a moment.

"Are there really angels in the world?" Guoguo asked.

"Yes." Yang Fan pinched the little girl's little face, her skin was smooth and delicate, and it couldn't be more tender: "Isn't Guoguo an angel?"

Guoguo was very happy. After a while, she pulled up her shirt to check and asked, "Don't angels have wings? Why don't I?"

"Angels with wings are not allowed in the world, so before you were born, the wings were retracted into the body." Yang Fan explained.

"When will my wings grow?" Guoguo asked impatiently.

"Listen to your mother's words, eat well, be healthy, and when you grow up, it will grow." Yang Fan said.

Guoguo turned her head, looked at her mother, and asked, "Mom, haven't you grown up yet?"

Aunt Thirteen was at a loss and looked at Yang Fan. You made up your own story, and I can't help you.

Yang Fan pondered for a moment and said, "Guoguo, it's not that your mother hasn't grown up yet, but she was disobedient when she was a child, she didn't eat well, and she always made your grandmother angry, so her wings didn't grow back."

Aunt Thirteen raised her eyebrows and stared at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan added: "Well, it may be that your mother hasn't grown up yet. See if she still looks like a girl."

"Yeah, Mommy dresses up in front of the mirror every day, it's very stinky." Guoguo agreed with Yang Fan's words.

Aunt Thirteen beat her daughter's ass: "Didn't I learn from you?"

After beating Guoguo, she asked Yang Fan, "Last time you said that Meng Po Tang was inspired by eight tears, what kind of eight tears?"

Yang Fan looked at Aunt Thirteen, are you also a child?

Curiosity is so heavy.

The story I made up, how can you believe a child like Guoguo?

"Didn't you say that I haven't grown up yet?" Aunt Thirteen twisted a little and indented slightly into the quilt: "I also need to coax... I also like to listen to stories."

Yang Fan didn't pay attention to these details and explained: "Eight tears are one raw tear, two old tears, three bitter tears, four tears of regret, five inches of lovesickness, six tears in sickness, seven feet of parting tears, and Meng Po's tears. tears of sadness."

Aunt Thirteen was fascinated: "Eight tears are the lead, remove the bitterness, leave the sweet fragrance, and suffer for a lifetime, to make a good soup."

Yang Fan nodded: "Those people who have loved, those things that can't be put down, those countless joys and sorrows in the rolling red dust, will only slowly enter the throat with Meng Po Tang, and will always be frozen in the desire to walk on the Naihe Bridge. The sad eyes filled with tears turned into misty clouds and disappeared indifferently."

Aunt Thirteen was both hopeful and a little scared.

"Is it a hurried regret? Is it a regret that Yin and Yang are forever separated? Or a goodbye with a knife and a sleeve? It is no longer important, because after drinking this bowl of Mengpo soup, everything will return to dust." Yang Fan sigh.

It was as if he had seen Meng Po and drank Meng Po soup.

Aunt Thirteen, who had regained her senses, gave Yang Fan a blank look, and I was almost deceived.

The man's mouth is indeed a liar.

"It's too late, let's go to bed after telling the story." Aunt Thirteen said to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan hissed: "Don't be noisy, Guoguo is about to fall asleep."

Aunt Thirteen looked over and saw that Guoguo was about to fall asleep.

"Hey, Guoguo, wake up and listen to the bedtime story." Aunt Thirteen shook Guoguo awake.

"..." Yang Fan, isn't the purpose of telling bedtime stories to coax her to sleep?

She was about to fall asleep, you shook her awake.

I've never seen such a rude mother.

"Oh, I'm awake, you talk about Guoguo." Guoguo was inarticulate, her eyelids were fighting.

Po Meng is a figure in ancient myths and legends in Yang Fan's previous life, who lives on the Naihe Bridge.

She provides Meng Po soup to all spirits heading for reincarnation to erase the ghosts' memories.

There are usually three theories about the origin of Meng Po.

The first is Mother Meng who existed before the separation of the Three Realms.

The second is Meng Jiangnu.

The third is a lady in the Han Dynasty. She studied Confucian books since she was a child, and when she grew up, she began to recite Buddhist scriptures.When she was still alive, she never recalled the past, and never thought about the future, but wholeheartedly persuaded people not to kill.

The version of the story that Yang Fan wanted to tell when she was young was not the above three, but the other.

The story was a bit long, and he whispered to Aunt Thirteen: "This story is not short, why don't I leave it out tonight? You see, Guoguo is about to fall asleep."

Aunt Thirteen refused: "Tell me, I'll wake her up when she falls asleep."

Yang Fan carefully compared the appearance of the two mothers and daughters: "Aunt Thirteen, are you sure that Guoguo didn't come from you?"

"What?" Aunt Thirteen asked suspiciously, "Is there no self after giving birth to a child?"

Before Yang Fan said anything, she added: "What's the point of having a baby if you don't use it to play? She can't do anything. The only thing she can do is make me unable to do anything all day."

Yang Fan explained: "If you don't have a child, you have to lose yourself... You are child abuse."

"Tell me!" Aunt Thirteen threatened: "Tell me or not? If you don't, I'll shake her awake again."

Yang Fan was speechless. Last night Guoguo was gone, and you were still crying.

I am willing to torture Guoguo tonight.

A fickle woman with an unpredictable mind.

"The other side of the flower blooms on the other side, and the flowers bloom and the leaves will never be seen. Let's tell the story of the hell flower, and the Sansheng stone that can resist memory." Yang Fan took out a small stone hanging on his chest with a negotiating tone.

Aunt Thirteen's eyes lit up, and women like flowers, even if it was a hell flower, she nodded repeatedly: "Then tell the story of the other side of the flower first. Why is your name so nice?"

"It actually has another name, also called Manzhu Shahua." Yang Fan said.

Aunt Thirteen was full of joy: "It's so poetic, let's start, I'll lie down."

(End of this chapter)