Midnight Offering

On the boat, which is constantly shaking on the santu River, there is a wooden platform with a chandelier hanging on the hook above, which emits faint white light.

White light seems to be unable to penetrate the black river, even the visibility is particularly low.

Over the river, there was a thin layer of gray fog. Through the mist, I could only see a man in a black robe, bending over the bridge, holding an oar in his hand.

"He is the ferry man of santuhe."

Meng po said calmly: "ferry people can freely travel between the two sides of the river, of course, his boat can also carry a lot of people,"

"but, they need enough paper money, otherwise the ferry people will not let them on the boat."

Bai Wuchang added a sentence, and I frowned suspiciously.

Many people die, family and friends will burn a lot of paper for them

I was thinking, suddenly thought of some of the words I asked the lecher before, almost forgotten.

The paper money burned by living people can not be received by the people in the underworld. This is just a remembrance and a thought.

"No matter how much paper people burn in the sun, they can't get any. Only when they live and work in the underworld, will there be banknotes circulating in the underworld." Bai Wuchang sits on the bridge with two short legs stretched out, constantly

"so what are they doing crossing the river for

Mother Meng's voice was light: "Niang, there was a period of time when Yin Qi would be very heavy. It seems to be called Qingming Festival. During that time, as long as these poor people have enough banknotes, they can go to the world to see their relatives in a short time."

After listening, I understood the meaning of the ferry man's existence, and my eyes were fixed on the dark shadow.

"His temper is strange. Before Xiaobai went to play with him, he beat his ass with a wooden oar!"

Puff and hiss --

grandma Meng could not help laughing, her hand half covered her mouth, and the smile of her mouth could not stop.

I couldn't help but laugh, and when I saw her cheeks bulging, I couldn't help pinching.

I never thought that she would say such a thing. Anyway, Bai Wuchang's status in the underworld is not low.

Even if she is a child, she was ferried to the bottom of the matter, said it still makes me feel a different kind of joy.

"Sister Meng Po still smiles! You saw it all at that time. You didn't come to help me. My butt hurt for a long time

Meng Po raised her head and said with a smile: "who makes you so naughty and mischievous? Once the three rivers touch you, your soul will be hurt."

"Where to play is not good, but to santuhe."

Bai Wuchang's bulging hands encircle his chest, his mouth shriveled, and his eyes fixed on the ferry man. To my surprise, the ferry man was like an old pine growing on the boat, motionless.

……

Later, we got along with Meng Po again. Somehow, the souls who had just passed away suddenly increased. Meng Po got up, took out some pieces of wood from the firewood on one side and threw them into the dark green fire.

Seeing her busy, we stopped disturbing her and planned to leave for the palace.

Walking on the road, I suddenly thought of time in my heart and cried out: "it's over!"

White impermanence was startled by my sudden move and asked, "what's wrong with your mother? What's the trouble? "

She took my hand and asked anxiously.

I covered my head and looked at the sky.

As the mobile phone is out of power, there are days and nights in the underworld. I have no concept of time at all, which makes me a little worried about things in the sun.

My parents know that I am resting at home. If I am not at home all of a sudden, even if they know that I may be back to school, they will call to inquire about it, and they will certainly tell me for a long time.

The point is, my cell phone is out of power, now they will be worried.

There is peace. Anning is still in the hospital. Although I have made a lot of phone calls with her before I came to the underworld, if she is discharged from the hospital, I should pick her up.

I've been thinking about settling down in my heart. I don't know if they have found a solution. What's the matter with their bodies?

Anze's words still reverberate in my ears, and I drop my eyes slightly.

White impermanence heard what I said, his fingers clenched his chin, and finally seemed to have decided something. He said to me: "Niang, wait for Lord Yama to come back, please ask for his permission."

"Xiaobai sees that the Niang's body is recovering very well. Recently, she has been eating things from the underworld. Many of them are specially cultivated in the palace, and the smell of the palace is much better than that outside."

"Maybe in a short time, the little prince can no longer use the ability to protect his mother, but the mother's daily life will not be greatly hindered."

Bai Wuchang said, two small hands in my body constantly stroked, and finally seriously said to me.

After listening, I nodded in my heart.

The main reason is that I don't have the concept of time. If the mobile phone still has electricity, I still know how to be proper.Now, in order to prevent family and peace they don't need to worry, if the body is well recovered, I should go back.

Now that the devil has allowed me to enter and exit the palace, I can come back anytime I want to come later.

When I returned to my bedroom, the color ghost had come back. He held me and took me into the inner room.

"Have you had a good time today, Hua'er?"

"How does it feel like in the underworld?"

I sat by the bed, he sat down with me, and I was a little excited, and my mind recalled the day.

"Yes, the color ghost, I care about the Mengpo."

I pulled his sleeve, and his eyes were shining, fleeting, but I caught it.

"When you took me through the two circles, the song I heard was that she was singing, but she heard it, it seemed sad."

The color ghost held my shoulder in one hand, and I leaned gently in his arms.

"It's sad. What has she been through?"

Mengpo can cook the soup of washing the memory of the dead. Why does she have joy, anger and sorrow?

She could drink it herself and forget all her sorrow and sorrow.

The color ghost put on my shoulder hand pinched, a few invisible sighs: "she once had a lover, but no longer alive."

I was surprised and looked up and asked, "love?"

He nodded and continued: "the woman once fell in love with a man who died in an accident in the sun."

"At that time, she loved him at first sight, and, by the rules, before the man went to the bridge, she would drink her soup, but she was soft."

"The song was taught by the man to Mengpo. She never let him go to neheqiao. Once she got on the bridge, she had to drink soup first, so she always took him with her

The color ghost said here, stopped, I looked up, pushed his chest with my hand, and signaled, "go on."

"Later, they lived together day and night for a long time, and men fell in love with the mother Meng, but there was a rule in the underworld. Everyone who died must drink the soup of Mengpo and walk through the neheqiao."

"Finally, instead of drinking soup, the man jumped straight from the bridge and jumped into the river on the third route."

I hear the final ending, the shock in my heart can not be calm for a long time.

In the process of the ghost narration, the tone is very flat, without a single emotion. Even if I learned the experience of Mengpo from a third party, I can still hear the story, which is very sad and sad.

I don't know what grandma and that man have experienced and what they did when they were with each other?

But, I can recall the sadness and pain that was hanging on the face of the mother Mengpo when I hum that tune.

They really love each other, but they can't help. She knows they can't be together. She will stay up at the bridge all her life. And the man will also go through neheqiao and enter the underworld to start a new life.

What makes me feel heartache most is the last way that the man chooses.

His soul, not forget the mother Mengpo, do not want to forget their time together, do not want to spend his life in the underworld in the memory, rather than soul, not rebirth, embrace their good memories, disappear between the heaven and earth.

What should I say? How to express your ideas?

I saw only two words before them.

"Love."

A love beyond the soul.

I carefully recalled the situation when I was with grandma Meng. When she said "I can't bear it in my heart", I missed her eyes and missed her, but more was full of melancholy.

The color ghost seems to know that I am reviewing the story he told me. Without making a sound, he just kisses my forehead occasionally and hugs me tighter.

……

Later, I used up dinner with the color ghost in the palace. He listened to my idea and agreed to let me go back to the sun.

"The thing of home, you don't want to mix in, usually good rest, you know?"

Before leaving, the color ghost told me for a long time before he gave me a deep kiss.

I chucked him on the chest with a laugh and said, "it's not that I don't see you."

His beautiful lips were attached to my ears, and he returned seductively: "don't you know, for the husband, I can't see her for a day, like every autumn."

I was hot on his cheek, and I spoke flusterly. I wanted to quarrel with him. What I said was completely opposite to my thoughts!

"Hurry up the business, and accompany me more!"

A smile was scratched in the eyes of the color ghost. I was covering my mouth with my hands, and I was scolding myself for exposing my inner thoughts. The ghost smiled and was lingering with me for a while, and answered: "follow the orders, my mother."

He disappeared and I went back to my home.

The first thing is to charge the phone and then look over the chat.When I saw the message my mother sent me, I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiaohua, I can't get through to you. You went back to school, didn't you? Remember to call me back after charging. Your father and I are going on a business trip this month. I'm going to m city. Your father is going to r country. Do you want us to bring something back? "

This is from yesterday's mother, and Anning's little girl.

I can't believe that she sent 99 + messages to herself shortly after she disappeared.

It is the expression bag of violent walk again, it is grumbling again, still say that if I don't answer her phone, she will break up with me, which makes me cry and laugh.