Chapter 2709 The first sight of the first sight (6)
Certainly not.
He was slowly relieved.
In this way, I convinced myself.
Brainwash yourself, and then suppress your doubts.
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Outside the Hall of Yama.
On the Naihe Bridge.
Yun Si sat on the bridge lightly, her red dress fluttering, her bare feet swaying slightly.
Holding the half-eaten candied haws, the Bianhua tin between the eyebrows is bright red like fire, burning, glowing red, bright and fresh.
The candied gourd in her hand was red and sizzling, stained with sugar coating, and after shaking it a few times, it made her look like a lucky year doll, exquisite and lovable, eccentric.
In this dark hell, there are ghosts everywhere, with dead fish eyes.
Only she, with a particularly abrupt appearance and bright colors.
Like the guardian spirit of hell, born here, abrupt and inexplicably harmonious.
The lonely and wild ghosts on the Naihe Bridge saw her and avoided her silently.
I was afraid of offending her.
Beside the bridge, the old Meng Po who was hard at work making soup couldn't help feeling sour when she saw her leisurely appearance.
"You girl, you are really lucky."
"I was born here, no one cares, I can go wherever I want, and I can do whatever I want."
"It's not like me, who is so miserable. At this age, I still can't stop. I have to go to work every day, and I don't have to rest for half a day."
"...Huh? You want to rest?"
The eyes of the person sitting on the bridge lit up, "Okay, okay, you go to rest, I'll make soup for you, I like soup best!"
Po Meng: "..."
Did she mean to take a rest? ?
She hunched over her old body and spat into the soup pot, annoyed.
"Come on, I'll boil the soup for you, I'm afraid there will be chaos in less than half a day!"
"The pot that I gave you a try last time, the ghost still has a stomachache after drinking it."
"It made my old lady have to be found by Yan Luo. I am so mad!"
"..." The ghost **** the bridge stuck out her tongue, "I didn't do it on purpose."
"It's the first time I've done it, so there must be a little... little accident."
She squeezed her fingers, indicating only a little.
It was really just a little accident.
The eyes are big, and the appearance is innocent and slightly pitiful.
Grandma Meng held the big spoon and stirred in the bubbling soup pot, feeling sorry for herself.
"Oh... I'm so old, I have to go to work, I have to work..."
"I also want to do nothing... I also want to play every day..."
"It will be my turn to be reincarnated in another day, and I will definitely become like you. Every day is careless, and I can live a day foolishly..."
"..." The **** the bridge tilted her head and looked at her, "It's started again."
She shook her head, expressing that she was used to it.
Meng Po will do this every day.
When you are tired, you will feel sorry for yourself, blame the world, and blame the injustice of this world.
I envy everyone I see, and I can find a few places to envy no matter what.
As if she is the only poorest person in the whole world, she will start to cry as she talks.
The sad tears flowed down the soup spoon and fell into the soup pot, mixed with other strange things.
Finally, Mengpo soup was successfully cooked.
Ghosts passing by each have a bowl, drink a sip, and can forget the sorrows in the world.
It is more effective than the wine that relieves thousands of worries.
While listening to Po Meng's complaints, she was eating her candied haws leisurely.
(end of this chapter)