Two hours later, the flow of people on the street and the piping hot coffee made me feel a lot better.

Of course, it could also be because of the new clothes and shoes on his body.

There's always a magic to a new outfit that makes people look good, so when I look in the mirror, I feel like I've been lightly touched by a magical fairy wand at some point, which immediately expels the sallow and withered dead air that originally filled my face, and makes me feel like a different person in an instant, no longer weak, no longer walking.

Also, after all, they are luxury brands that I usually don't want to buy anything, so when I checked at the ATM, I realized that the deposit left by my father had been used up at least three or four thousand.

The reason for checking is because I didn't buy these expensive things myself.

They were like the □□ novel that appeared on my suitcase in the blink of an hour from my house to the train station square, and suddenly appeared to me in the few seconds I lost consciousness.

What happened in those few seconds? How did I get rid of the female ghost in my house who almost caught me and ran to the train station with all my luggage? Who helped me buy a train ticket, new clothes, new shoes, and a novel with a rather □□ cover?

While thinking about this, I felt the pain in my right eyeball again, and the pain made me pause all the thoughts in my head, and I took a hard bite of the cup of Häagen-Dazs in front of me that I was reluctant to buy in the past.

There is a good saying that 'money is something outside the body', but if you really want to grasp its concept accurately, only those who have experienced it, or have really reached the threshold of 'imminent death', can have such open-mindedness without hesitation. So although the card was a few thousand dollars less, it didn't hurt me at all when I found out, but it made me feel a kind of comfort after indulgence, and with this strange feeling, I forgot for a moment the terrible thing that happened to me, sitting in the bright and sweet smell of ice cream in Häagen-Dazs, holding hot coffee in one hand and scooping the expensive bowl of ice cream in the other, not caring about the various chemical effects that these two might have on my stomach after eating them at the same time, gulping and devouring them greedily.

It wasn't until a figure came and sat down in front of me that I stopped eating as rough as I was gluttonous, and subconsciously glanced up at the other party.

He was a man who was very delicate in both his dress and his appearance.

So delicate that as soon as I entered the door, I attracted the attention of many people of the opposite sex, including me, who had just breathed a sigh of relief from the dire situation. So, almost reflexively, I put down the spoon in my hand, wiped my mouth clean, sat upright, and quickly lowered my head when I realized that he was looking at me, and covered my right eye with my hair, which could not see anyone.

"A piece of green island snow, thank you. The man's voice was soft and pleasant. The same is true of the short, neat hair, and as a matter of professional habit, I peeked very closely at him as he used his slender fingers to arrange his hair while he was preoccupied with the pictures on the menu, and in a few seconds it seemed that I could create a delicate frame and add a new figure to my unfinished album.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

It's really a little obsessed with what he does, and to this day, he doesn't know how he got to this place from home, but he can still think about what new characters he added. Come to think of it, according to the skeleton man, I only have a week to live at most. In just one week, it was fleeting, and all kinds of terrible things around me seemed to smell a wave of decay and follow one after another. Seeing that not only is life impermanent, but it is even difficult to even die a 'good death', how can I still have the spare time to think about these things.

So I dug a big spoonful of ice cream and stuffed it into my mouth again, trying to enjoy as much human fun as possible in the few days, but at this moment, a bell with a crisp bell sound rolled all the way to my feet, I just subconsciously looked down at it, who knew that I didn't see any bells, only to see a black mouse squatting in that place, twitching its small nose, looking up at a pair of black round eyes staring at me intently.

I can't help but be surprised.

Jumping up from the chair at once, he pointed at it and was about to turn his head to call the waiter, but in an instant, he found that the mouse was gone.

Lying still on the ground was a black pet bell.

The dripping light was round, revealing the crooked sound hole at the bottom of it as if it were sneering.

It made me look at me for a while.

But I didn't have the heart to figure out whether this was an illusion, or whether the mouse just now was an illusion, or whether a qiē and a qiē were all my hallucinations. Because of the twinkling eyes around me, I couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground and get into it immediately.

I wonder if I'm about to be driven crazy by what happened in the past few days.

As I sat back in my chair and was in a daze, I noticed that the man was also looking at me, smiling rather than smiling, which made me feel even worse.

So he lowered his head and prepared to finish the rest and leave quickly. But as soon as I picked up the spoon, I saw the man get up and walk towards me.

He stood still in front of me, bent down, and picked up the black bell from my feet: "I'm sorry to scare you." ”

"This is yours?" I was a little surprised.

"Yes. He smiled and held the bell in his hand and shook it: "A gadget for gifting." ”

"Girlfriend?"

"Sort of. ”

The short conversation ended when he put the bell in his pocket and turned to leave.

But it also left a good impression on me, because the man's gestures and the aura he exudes are pleasing to the eye.

It was a feeling like a fresh lemon.

Therefore, this whole day can't be regarded as all the worst things, at least there are a little episodes that make people's feelings better. So with such a repeated chewing on the vignette, after eating the ice cream, I saw that the time was about the same, and then left the Häagen-Dazs store with my luggage, all the way to the train station.