Before Yang Fan started telling the story of Po Meng's youth, Guo Guo suddenly asked: "Brother, I drank Po Meng's soup and I have no memory of the past. Did you drink it too?"

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

Aunt Thirteen smiled and said nothing, not exposing Yang Fan's lie.

Lying to children is not called cheating, it is called coaxing.

"Brother, haven't you had a hard time? Do you feel tired?" Guoguo asked worriedly, because her brother said that the superposition of reincarnation memories would lead to severe personality conflicts and bring great confusion to the soul and body.

, making people unable to enter a new round of life with peace of mind.

"It was very hard before, until one day..." Yang Fan said and stopped suddenly.

Guoguo, who was hiding under the quilt, got anxious and hurriedly got up and asked: "Brother, what happened one day?"

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Until one morning, I opened the door and saw two angels, one big and one small, standing outside. The light on their bodies was so peaceful and warm that it blew away all the haze that enveloped me in my previous life. I

Enough."

Aunt Thirteen was stunned for a moment, and it took her a moment to react.

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

"Yes." Yang Fan pinched the little girl's face. Her skin was smooth, delicate and extremely tender: "Isn't Guoguo an angel?"

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

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

"Then when will my wings grow?" Guoguo asked impatiently.

"Listen to your mother, eat well and stay healthy. When you grow up, it will grow." Yang Fan said.

Guoguo turned around, 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 make up your own story, 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, didn't eat well, and always made your grandma angry, so her wings didn't grow back."

Aunt Thirteen raised her eyebrows and stared at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan added: "Well, maybe your mother hasn't grown up yet. Look, she still looks like a girl."

"Yes, mom dresses up in front of the mirror every day. She looks very pretty." Guo Guo agreed with Yang Fan.

Aunt Thirteen spanked her daughter: "Didn't I learn from you?"

After beating Guoguo, she asked Yang Fan: "Last time you said that Meng Po Soup was induced by eight tears. What kind of eight tears were they?"

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

So curious.

If a kid like Guoguo believes the story I made up, how can you believe it too?

"Didn't you say that I haven't grown up yet?" Aunt Thirteen was a little nervous and shrank back into the quilt: "I also need to be coaxed... I also like to listen to stories."

Yang Fan did not pay attention to these details and explained: "Eight tears are one drop of raw tears, two cents of old tears, three cents of bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesickness tears, six cups of tears of illness, seven feet of tears of separation, Po Meng

tears of sadness."

Aunt Thirteen was fascinated: "Eight tears are the guide, removing the bitterness and leaving the sweetness, and after a lifetime of suffering, it becomes a pot of good soup."

Yang Fan nodded: "Those people I have loved, those things that cannot be let go, and those countless joys and sorrows in the rolling world will only slowly enter the throat as Meng Po Tang flows, and will forever be frozen in the desire to walk on the Naihe Bridge.

After he stopped talking, his eyes filled with tears turned into misty clouds and dissipated indifferently."

Aunt Thirteen was a little hopeful, but also a little scared.

"Is it the regret of a lifetime? Is it the regret of the eternal separation of yin and yang? Or is it the farewell of severing one's sleeves with a sword? It is no longer important, because after drinking this bowl of Meng Po soup, everything will return to dust." Yang Fan

sigh.

He said it very seriously, as if he had seen Po Meng and drank Po Meng's soup.

When Aunt Thirteen came back to her senses, she rolled her eyes at Yang Fan. I was almost deceived.

A man's mouth is indeed a liar.

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

Yang Fan hissed: "Don't make any noise, Guoguo is almost asleep."

Aunt Thirteen looked over and saw that Guoguo was almost asleep.

"Hey, Guoguo, wake up, get up and listen to a 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, and you shook her awake.

I have never seen a mother who is so cruel to her children.

"Oh, I'm awake, Guoguo, you tell me." Guoguo's speech was slurred and her eyelids were twitching.

Po Meng is a character in ancient myths and legends of Yang Fan's previous life, who always resides on Naihe Bridge.

She provides Meng Po soup to all spirits going to reincarnation to eliminate the ghost's memory.

Regarding the origin of Meng Po, there are usually three common theories among the people.

One is Meng Po who existed before the separation of the three realms.

The second is Meng Jiangnu.

The third is a lady from the Han Dynasty who studied Confucian books since she was a child. 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. She just wholeheartedly advised people not to kill.

The version of the story of Po Meng’s youth that Yang Fan wants to tell is not the above three, but another one.

The story was a bit long, so he whispered to Aunt Thirteen, "This story is not short. Why don't we stop telling it tonight? You see, Guoguo is almost asleep."

Aunt Thirteen refused: "Tell me, if she falls asleep, I will shake her awake."

Yang Fan carefully compared the appearance of the two mothers and daughters: "Aunt Thirteen, are you sure you didn't pick up the fruit?"

"What?" Aunt Thirteen asked in confusion: "After giving birth to a child, you no longer have yourself, right?"

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

Yang Fan explained: "If you have a child, you have to lose yourself... What you are doing is child abuse."

"Speak!" Aunt Thirteen threatened: "Say it or not? If not, I will shake her awake again."

Yang Fan was speechless. Guo Guo was gone last night and you were still crying so hard.

I am willing to abuse Guoguo tonight.

A fickle woman with unpredictable thoughts.

"The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the flowers bloom and the leaves never fall. Let's tell the story of the hell flower, and the three-life stone that can resist memory." Yang Fan took out a small stone hanging on his chest with a consulting tone.

Aunt Thirteen's eyes lit up. Women all like flowers, even the Hell Flower. She nodded repeatedly: "Then let's tell the story about the Flower of the Other Side first. Why did you choose such a nice name?"

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