The Charming Cannon Fodder

Liu Guang always thought that after death, there is no soul, but until she was killed by a car because she saved a little boy who accidentally ran through a red light.

She thought that she should die, but she was watching how her soul got out of her body.

Then, in a daze, she wandered in the world for a long time and didn't know how long she waited for the envoy to come and set foot on the road named Huangquan.

Huangquan Road is not as dark and horrible as she thought. On the contrary, this road is beautiful, pedestrians in twos and threes, leisurely and cozy, not like a road to the undead, but more like the fairyland she imagined, red and red. In the setting sun, the curving roadside with no end in sight is full of fiery red flowers.

The wind blew slowly, and the fiery red flowers of the other shore swayed, as if to burn all the merits and sins of one's life.

This seemingly endless road suddenly became foggy after turning nine turns, and the fiery red around it also became blurred.

When it became clear again, her eyes were still endless flowers of the other side, but there was no setting sun, and the silvery white light poured on the fiery red color, which was a beauty that bloomed to the fullest.

She slowed down and watched with amazing eyes. Even though she had been watching for a long time, she didn't feel displeased at all, even more amazing.

Just after she walked for a long time, a long line appeared in front, and the line was blocked. She was slightly surprised, and just turned her head to ask the people around her what they were doing, but a black figure suddenly broke into her sight.

Outside the winding sheep intestines, among the flowers on the other bank, a man in a black suit stands sideways.

The man is slender and has a gentle and elegant temperament. Although he is dressed in a black suit, he is as elegant and moist as a gentleman with a breeze and lonely moon in an ancient book.

Wen Xinglan!

Almost at the moment when she saw the man, Liu Guang took a breath, and even though she was so far apart, she could still recognize who that man was.

Without him, she was crazy about him.

Although he was a film and television actor hundreds of years ago, and although he has passed away for hundreds of years, even in their century, there have never been fewer people obsessed with him.

Or perhaps it should be said that since this man stepped into the show business circle, there have never been fewer people infatuated with him, even if he and his wife died unexpectedly later.

In the memory of life in which the streamer is almost black and white, the only colorful thing is the long-awaited photos in the journal records.

The elegant man with a white shirt inside and a black suit jacket holding a flaming rose and smiling gently. But the simplest three colors of pure black, pure white, and red in the world have put together the most stunning and stunning colors, so that countless people in the future will lose their color, not even one thousandth.

Even today, 700 years later, this picture is still widely circulated.

She remembered clearly that the theme of that issue of the magazine was "Life".

It is said that it was the theme set by the man who shot the magazine, and this issue of the magazine that surprised countless people was actually released after the man died.

She had never understood what these two words meant, nor could she understand what Wen Xinglan wanted to express.

Yes, the man in the photo is Wen Xinglan.

Although she didn't understand the meaning of these two words, according to the spread of later generations, Wen Xinglan filmed for his wife, and wanted to express her love for his wife and love her for life.

It's just a pity that Ying Rusheng's wife Ying Rusheng died in that accident with him.

Unexpectedly, she had always thought that the people she could only see in the recorded images and photos were seen on Huangquan Road after her death.

Seven hundred years passed between her and him.

"Little girl, don't you line up?" The questioning female voice suddenly rang in her ears.

Streamer was pulled back to his sanity, and there was a kind old grandmother who appeared beside her. She was pointing to the line ahead and asking her.

She wondered, "queuing? Grandma, can I ask why there is a line there?"

She patronized Wen Xinglan, and she almost forgot that she was looking for someone to ask why there was a line there.

The grandmother smiled kindly, "Line up to drink Mengpo soup. If you want to reincarnate, you have to line up to drink Mengpo soup."

She persuaded her earnestly, "It's already very late now. If you wait until everyone in the line has crossed the bridge and Po Meng has left, you can only wait for tomorrow. Waiting for one night is very difficult."

It turned out that there was a queue to drink Meng Po soup.

It turns out that there is such a thing as Meng Po soup in this world, Liu Guang was surprised, but... "Grandma, why is it hard to wait for a night?"

The old grandma seemed to remember something, and smiled helplessly, "Because there is a price to pay for this night. After the soul enters the underworld, it needs to consume the original spiritual sense to maintain the stability of the soul. It is fine during the day, but only consumes the original spiritual sense. At night, when the ghosts are rampant, the souls that have been corroded by the original spiritual sense have to endure the bites of the ghosts."

She pointed to the front of the line, "Did you see that bridge?"

Streamer nodded. Although there were crowds in front of him, after all, everyone was under the bridge, and the beautifully carved stone bridge couldn't be more clear.

The grandmother explained, "That is the Naihe Bridge. Underneath the bridge is the Wangchuan River. Hundreds of fierce ghosts are immersed in the Wangchuan River. Li ghosts are unconscious. They are vicious and fierce, but there is Meng's wife in the day. Now, they won't show up. When Po Meng leaves at night, this place will become their boundary."

She shook her head slightly, her face seemed to be unwilling to recall the pain, "The people who stay here will be bitten by them, and wait until the people who stay here are bitten and can't bear to fall into the Wangchuan River, or the origin spirit Consciousness is completely swallowed, and it has become a food for the ghosts, and has completely disappeared from the world."

Liu Guang was shocked, but he didn't expect that Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge, and Wangchuan River, which looked as beautiful as a fairyland, would be so cruel.

"How does grandma know so much?" She suddenly remembered something.

The grandmother missed the tunnel, "Because I have been waiting for someone. I have stayed here for five years. I can see many people fall into the Forgotten River every night, or their spiritual consciousness is eaten away."

Waiting for someone? Liu Guang was surprised, waiting for someone at the expense of his soul?

She listened to her again, "Being bitten by a ghost is very painful. If the little girl is not obsessed, you should go to the line as soon as possible. As long as you line up, no matter how late, Po Meng will let you leave today."

Until the grandmother left, Liu Guang was shocked.

She slowed down for a long time before turning her eyes mechanically to see Wen Xinglan who was still standing motionless in the sea of ​​flowers.

If what the old lady said is true, why is Wen Xinglan, who died 700 years ago, here? Isn't the actress Ying Rusheng an accident with him?

She didn't know how she stepped out of the narrow path to Wen Xinglan, but when she reacted, she was already standing in front of him.

His real person is even more refined and noble than the person in the photo, making people completely unable to look away.

Wen Xinglan felt it when the streamer approached. He lowered his eyes slightly to look at the girl in front of him, then raised his gaze again after greeting with a slight smile.

Streamer was amazed by Wen Xinglan's smile for a long time, and when he recovered, he realized that he had not paid attention to her. She looked at him suspiciously and found that the direction he was looking at turned out to be Naihe Bridge.

At the bridgehead, a young woman in plain ancient costume scooped soup bowls and handed them to the people in line. The people who drank Mengpo soup staggered on the ground on the Naihe Bridge.

She didn't expect the legendary Po Meng to be so young and beautiful, but what is he looking at?

Streamer is still confused.

Wen Xinglan lowered his eyes slightly again, "I'm waiting for someone."

After a short pause, he said, "It's almost night. If you don't line up, you won't be able to catch up with today's reincarnation."

Only then did she realize that she had actually asked her doubts, and Wen. Actor actually responded to her. And Wen. The actor is really as gentle and elegant as the rumors, and treats others with a kindness.

Just...waiting for someone?

Who are you waiting for?

But this time he didn't answer again, he just stared at the bridgehead of Naihe for a moment.

The silvery white light gradually sank, and the number of people in line in front of the Naihe Bridge gradually decreased.

When night came, there was no one in front of the Naihe Bridge, and Po Meng also left. However, Liu Guang had forgotten the reminder of the grandmother because of doubts and did not go to queue.

It wasn't until the sharp pain of being bitten by the ghost came, that she realized that the grandmother's words were not half false, but Wen Xinglan standing beside her seemed to be completely imperceptible, standing elegantly, his eyes still watching Ai He Qiaotou.

Because he was so calm and gentle, she even suspected that the sharp pain of being bitten was an illusion of her alone, but this kind of tear-like pain was so real, until later in the night, she saw his face faint Fanbai realized that this was not her illusion, but that he had been tolerating it.

Liu Guang didn't even know when she passed out in pain. When she woke up again, it was already the next afternoon, and it was almost night again.

The memory of last night was so painful.

She still remembers the unforgettable pain at this moment, but Wen Xinglan seems to have not experienced it at all, standing there without any difference from yesterday, watching the head of Naihe Bridge intently and tenderly.

This looks similar to that in the magazine.

Then without warning, a thought popped into her mind, "Are you waiting for the shadow queen?"

She saw Wen Xinglan, who had always had no emotional ups and downs, and suddenly her eyebrows were closed by two points.

At the moment when he heard Ying Rusheng's name, Wen Xinglan's gaze slowly fell on the streamer who had been bitten by Li Gui in embarrassment. His voice seemed even more embarrassed, "Yes."

A soft "yes" word, but almost exhausted all his strength.

There are four seasons in a year, twelve months.

Wen Xinglan always felt that April is a very special month, because the month of the year he really started to remember things was April.

In the most primitive memory of that year, April was blood red.

The love of his father's pregnancy. People wanted to kill him for the sake of superiority, but in the end they fell. He fell from the twenty-story high building and fell in front of him.

I don't know if it was the blood of the child in her belly or the blood of her body spread all over the place, and also spread to his feet.

That color is the purest red, but it seems to be slightly distorted by the appearance of a deformed face caused by a bleeding person falling from a tall building.

After many nights, he always woke up in such a red dream.

So April is special to him, but never beautiful.

Until April of that year.

He thought he was kidnapped only with the daughter of the Sheng family, because he and her were the only ones in the dark room. She always likes to talk. In fact, she dislikes her very much, but out of politeness, he didn't interrupt her, but just listened silently.

I don't know how long he has been detained. In short, it has been so long that he has become accustomed to the darkness and also to her noisy day. There is one more person in the house, Ye Yunci.

So he and Ye Yunci kept listening to her talking.

Fortunately, at least he was not alone, but Ye Yunci, who was arrested later, seemed to be seriously injured, and more often fell asleep groggy.

But then he suddenly felt that Ye Yunci was also lucky to be able to fall asleep in such a drowsy manner, at least he didn't need to see those people dissolving corpses in this room.

The strong acid soaked the body of the living person, and after the violent scream, the person gradually disappeared.

After the stirring process of the "simmering soup hand", the living person only has a skeleton in twos and threes.

What a good killing technique.

What an ugly pair of killers.

Sweat kept slipping on the hands that stirred the corpse and strong acid, but those hands did not stop and fatigue.

It belongs to a human hand, but it stirs the person in the bucket, so disgusting.

He felt that his entire stomach was upset, and even felt that human skin was disgusting.

This kind of nausea made him a little bit unable to remember how many people had been melted away like this, only that the girl who was originally noisy gradually became quiet.

Even if he blindfolded her, the tearing screams and violent smell can rush into the deepest part of people's hearts.

Later, he really didn’t remember much, and he didn’t want to remember. The only thing that was clear was that the day when the opponent's defense made an omission, he dragged the half-asleep Ye Yunci away, Ben The girl who was supposed to leave with them led each other alone when they were almost found, but has since disappeared.

In his memory, she wore a red dress the day she disappeared.

The April of the year that Ying Rusheng was the first time, it was also red, but it seemed to be different, at least unlike the previous April, it made him feel that it was all hard and painful.

But he has always wondered why such a noisy and timid girl would have so much courage that day to go alone to lead away the group of people who took the gun.

Are you fearless because of ignorance?

During the seven years he was with her, he asked her if she remembered the past, her eyes were puzzled. His doubts back then were buried forever along with her doubts, but in fact, perhaps he had already got the answer when she could grit her teeth and stand up from the lowest valley.

But it doesn't matter whether she has an answer or not, she doesn't remember the best, after all, such a disgusting thing, forget it, forget the best.

He hoped that she could forget the past, but he didn't want her to forget him. When did she start to discover her anomaly?

In fact, he doesn't remember much anymore. Perhaps it should be said that this kind of discovery was accumulated little by little. Although he thought it was ridiculous at first, the later pieces made him more and more invented. Maybe she really Not to leave this country, but to leave this world, to a world he can't find or follow.

He was at a loss and scared.

This fear reached its peak when the painting she had painted for seven years was completed.

Because of love, he wants to keep her.

But also because of love, he couldn't bear to keep her.

In seven years, he knew how much she loves traditional Chinese painting and how painful it was every time she lifted a pen with her hands lost. Although this pain was never mentioned before him, every time she painted After the painting, he trembles even after holding things, and even his lips are white. How can he not let him understand?

He vaguely understood that she did not want to stay in this world because of the extreme pain and the suffering given by the Sheng family.

She has no nostalgia for this world, after all, maybe she can pick up the paintbrush again after going to the world she wants to go, and have a more perfect life. How could he be willing to stop?

That is her favorite career.

Only when painting, her face will show the most real smile and satisfaction, how can he be willing to break her wings?

But how could he allow her to forget him completely?

He wanted to be selfish one last time.

He felt that he was selfish and ugly, he loved her clearly, wanted to protect her life stability, but he would hurt her with his own hands.

Although she didn't have the slightest feeling for him, and even though he knew that his death would not have much impact on her, it would definitely exist even if the impact was small.

Perhaps Sheng Hanze was right, he was a complete lunatic.

It's just that he doesn't remember when he went crazy, maybe it was April of a certain year.

In fact, she was by his side when she was born in April and died in April.

He should feel content.

So later he chose to die in the catkins in April and set her free.

Otherwise, he didn't know what kind of crazy things the beast's self would do if he couldn't control his inner wild.

after that…

Wen Xinglan's gaze fell on the blood-red flowers of the other bank, and then he no longer remembered Spring and Autumn and April, nor did he know how long he could stay here.

**

As night approached, when the streamer reached the head of Naihe Bridge, he was still at a loss.

She remembered Wen Xinglan's light but heavy "yes", but later she couldn't ask a single word.

Then, the Guiding Soul told her that because her obsession was too shallow and her original spiritual consciousness was too weak, if she didn't leave today, she would be difficult to survive tonight.

So when night was approaching, even if she was curious, she had to leave.

However, at the head of the bridge, the young Meng Po's fringed wide sleeves gently brushed, and a bowl of blue soup floated in front of Liu Guang. She didn't seem to have seen it, staring in a certain direction suspiciously.

Liusu followed Liuguang's gaze and saw a figure that had been seen for seven hundred years. She sighed slightly, "Idiot."

Liu Guang was drawn back to her sane by Tassel's words, and was about to ask her, but she didn't know what to call her.

Tassel noticed it, and smiled, "Just call the old grandmother. According to the age of your human world, your old body is more than one hundred thousand years old, and you can be worthy of your grandmother."

"Grandma." The streamer was kind.

Tassel smiled, "Are you trying to ask Wen Xinglan about it?"

Streamer nodded.

Tassel smiled helplessly, "You are not the first one to be curious."

She sighed, "He...he is waiting for a god. How can people wait for a god?"

It was nothing but nothing.

But that person's obsession was already too deep, so deep that even often there would be illusions that were so real that they could almost affect others.

Even though she couldn't bear it and told him, but he still waited persistently. By now 700 years, even if his original spiritual consciousness is strong, it will soon wear out.

This idiot is almost gone.

That's all, it's all fortunes of everyone.

"Little girl, now that you know what you want to know, drink it and cross the bridge quickly." Tassel said.

However, Liu Guang was so shocked that she hadn't heard Tassel's persuasion, her eyes turned to Wen Xinglan standing among the flowers.

He was waiting for Ying Rusheng, the actress.

Po Meng said that he was waiting for a god, and that people could not wait for a god. She had told him, but he insisted on waiting.

Even if you know that you can't wait for someone to come and continue to wait, isn't it the same as waiting for yourself to disappear a little bit?

The streamer's heart shrank suddenly, but as her heart tightened every inch, a red figure appeared among the undulating fiery red flowers.

The Shuli figure in a red robe with wide sleeves clings to a red jade umbrella.

Among the red flowers on the other shore, the figure became more and more magnificent. The black figure standing motionless in the flowers seemed to be completely stiff for a moment when she saw the red figure, and then approached it step by step. Road red figure.

At that moment, she seemed to really understand the meaning of "lifetime" in the magazine's theme.

**

At sunset again, the little girl had reached the head of Naihe Bridge, Wen Xinglan could see clearly, but didn't care much.

Over the past seven hundred years, there have been too many pedestrians coming and going, and it has nothing to do with him.

"Xinglan." When a gentle and soft voice came through the swaying breeze, Wen Xinglan didn't even move halfway. I don't know how many such hearing hallucinations.

Until the voice came up again, it was especially clear. He turned his head subconsciously.

It wasn't the emptiness in the imagination, a figure that was so familiar that he was thinking about it every day and night suddenly appeared among the flowers on the other side.

He did not dare to move, for fear of disturbing the illusion at this moment.

He had such hallucinations countless times, but only at this moment is the clearest.

However, when the phantom approached him step by step, even when his warm hand touched the side of his face and still did not disappear, he suddenly felt so illusory and so unreal.

Wen Xinglan has seen the people waiting on Huangquan Road countless times and finally waited for the person who was waiting after being bitten by ghosts. He has also imagined countless times what and when he would see Ying Rusheng again, even from When Po Meng learned that he would never wait for her, he never flinched.

But at this moment she really appeared in front of him, but his brain was so blank that he retreated uncontrollably, fearing that his embarrassed vicissitudes of life would annoy her.

Ying Rusheng looked at Wen Xinglan who was close at hand, and he seemed to be no different from the original appearance in memory. If you have to count the differences, it is that his gentle and elegant temperament has become more precipitated.

But the turmoil in his eyes clearly exposed the riddled with holes under the elegant skin.

She suddenly realized that this man was not as invulnerable as she had imagined, especially the silent tears from the corners of his eyes, which crushed his perfect armor to the ground.

She never knew that such a calm and wise Wen Xinglan would cry. Although silent, she cried so sorrowfully, as if all her emotions were released in an instant, but at this moment, the tears from the corners of his eyes closed. To be thorough, the desolation and embarrassment in the eyes were also completely concealed, and the gentlest and most caring smile was restored in a flash, which was his most accustomed smile to her.

"Like Sheng."

He called.

"I'm here." Ying Rusheng replied softly.

The wind in the underworld is always cold, and Wen Xinglan has never felt warm, but at this moment, when a gust of wind blows, he feels the warmth that has never been felt in his body.

He looked at her so real, smiled, desperate and relieved, "It's fine to be here."

It is said that before the ashes are gone, there will be the most real illusion for a moment to satisfy the deepest desire of the heart.

Seven hundred years, if this moment is a real illusion before the ashes, then let him disappear at this moment.

Because she is fine.

Author: Ahem cough, temporarily finish here.

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