The river choked. The girl was picked up, and the scholar was thrown into the river, no one cares about him. The scholar couldn’t wait for a girl at Po Meng, so he became a lonely ghost-he never thought that the girl was still alive. However, the girl has become a fool, can’t remember anything, and can’t even take care of herself.
The girl’s house married her a long way away, so naturally the scholar never saw her again. I told these inexplicable things to the scholar. After listening, the scholar laughed up to the sky, then wailed his chest again, and kept chanting: “How can this be, how can this be! Xianger, I hurt you, I hurt It’s you!” After I said this, my head was as heavy as lead, and it shook my head and planted like a river.
“Xiang’er!” My body became light and light. I heard someone talking, but I really didn’t have the energy to open my eyes. “Qing Yun, I’m back. You didn’t hurt me, it was because I was not good. I forgot our agreement and made you wait for so long. Qing Yun, I’m back!”
“Xiang’er! Xiang’er!” A big man cried so sad! In a daze, I saw them waving at me: “Thank you, Xiaoxiang! Thank you for reminding me of my previous life!”
Wake up in the morning, I still Sleeping peacefully on the bed, for a while, I couldn’t tell whether it was a dream or a non-dream. However, since then, I have never heard anyone call my name in the middle of the night, and I will never answer anyone in the middle of the night.
Legend has it that past lives and this life may really exist, but the fate of past lives is the debts of this life. Love and hate are entangled and cut constantly. Who can tell the world’s foolish men and women!