I can't get a taxi anyway, so treat myself to a cup of milk tea, I haven't drunk it for a long, long time. I followed the navigation of my phone to find the nearest bubble tea shop, perhaps because of the fast proofing, there were a few customers standing sparsely in front of the store, and the lights stretched their shadows for a long time.

In recent years, the milk tea business has been extremely hot, as if it has become the standard for shopping and amusement. When I was alive — I always thought it was strange to say this — I was a regular at the bubble tea shop downstairs, and every time someone arrived, the clerk knew how to make a black tea macchiato with ice cream. When the soul penetrates into this world, it is alone and different from others, and it will unconsciously alienate from the world, and I realize that some self-righteous happiness is actually very precious, and life itself is worth cherishing.

I looked at the price list for a while and thought about the contents of the order list. There were a couple of guests in front of me, a couple who looked in love, and a girl with short hair in a denim jacket. Couples in love are always less decisive, and the same is true when it comes to ordering, as the two of them grudge over words like fat, sugar and calories, with sluggish pink bubbles around them. I began to look around with nothing to do while waiting, and I always felt that there was something strange and I couldn't say what was strange.

But soon, I found out.

The man standing in front of me was dressed as a cool girl, with neat short black hair with highlights and a few silver-gray accents. She can be called special when she stands in the crowd, but it is not obtrusive, like countless fashionable girls in countless fashionable cities. The only difference is that there is no shadow under her. She's a ghost.

To confirm my suspicions, I secretly reached out and touched her shoulder from behind, but my fingers passed through her body. It's a wonderful thing, and although I often see some ghost friends at night, they usually wander around abandoned parks, highways, or someone's windows, and it's rare to queue up at a bubble tea shop.

"Would you like some milk tea?" I took a step forward, almost overlapping myself with her, and then covered my mouth and pretended to snort, asking in a very small voice.

She didn't react at first, probably because she was used to her own transparency, and to the coming and going of living people from her body. It wasn't until I asked again that she hesitantly turned her head and met my eyes. I noticed a long, deep red scar on her forehead, the edges of which must have been sorted out by the mortuary, but I could still make out the horrible milky white of the skull.

I nodded, motioning for her to stand next to her, it was strange to stand with her.

"You too...... Ghosts?" She was visibly more surprised, and even reached out and rubbed her eyes, "You can see me?

"It doesn't matter, do you want to drink milk tea? What do you want to drink?" I continued to cover my mouth and speak, afraid that the others would be mistaken for a neurotic who spoke into the air. The couple in front of me had successfully drunk the milk tea, and the clerk eagerly urged me to come forward and order, while encapsulating some of the ingredients in preparation for closing.

"I'll have a cup of black tea macchiato, and then a ......" I glanced at my short-haired friend and motioned for her to make a quick decision. She stretched out her finger and pointed to the milk cap column, and added, "Add coconut." ”

She made my already poor situation even worse.

After receiving the two cups of milk tea from the clerk, I walked down the sidewalk in the direction of Cao Ke's apartment, and the short-haired female ghost silently followed me. It wasn't until I turned onto a remote road that was sparsely populated that I slowed down.

"Can you really see me, who are you?" she hurried after me, as if she hadn't gotten used to walking with her feet off the ground, and she must have just died.

"I, I'm a celestial master, the kind that died once, whether it's the same kind or the enemy, whatever you think. I lifted the milk tea and looked at the label, took out the cup that belonged to me and plugged it into the straw - satisfied, still the taste of my heart.

She visibly swallowed.

"How much do you want to drink milk tea, don't go to reincarnation but stay here with nostalgia, this kind of obsession, you belong to the resentful spirit. "I remember reading in a book before that when a person dies, his most direct and appropriate choice is reincarnation, which is a way to continue life. Only people who are too obsessed, or who have unfulfilled wishes, will wander in the world because of resentment and nostalgia, and they are so incompatible with the world.

"I don't know why, on the day of the burial, my family found someone to do a ritual for me, and it stands to reason that I shouldn't be here", she roughly compared the situation with her hand, but she didn't expect that the cold and glamorous beauty who looked like a living person was intimate, but there was a great contrast in speech and action, "I don't know where I can go, no one can see me, I just remembered that I was dead." ”

“......”

I listened to her introduction while drinking milk tea, and came across an old man walking the dog on a leash, and his Shar Pei barked at the two of us a few times, and then ran behind the uncle.

"You died recently?" I didn't continue to talk to the uncle until he and his dog were far away.

"Let me think about it, it's about six days, it's still seven, tomorrow should be the first seven, and I'm still thinking about going home and seeing.

"How did you die, an accident, or ......?"

"A death I never thought about. You can't imagine it, that night my boyfriend and I had supper at a barbecue stall, I had a bad appetite at that time, so he advised me not to eat, I didn't listen, I wanted to line up, he said to buy me hot milk tea to warm my stomach. As a result, the hot pot restaurant sign above the stall was blown down by the wind, and a steel plate just cut off my skull. There are so many people, only I am dead", she seemed to want to reach out and touch the wound on her forehead, but her hand stopped halfway through, and a very sad look appeared on her face, "The hot pot restaurant lost money, and it was later published in the newspaper." ”

I don't know how to comfort her, every ghost has her own heart, and there are not only eight million ways to die in this world.

"I miss my boyfriend so much, but I can't find him, I walk around these streets. I especially regret that if I had listened to him, I would have gone with him to buy milk tea at that time, at least I was not the one who died. Her voice was wrinkled, probably crying.

"If you can, let's go on the road with peace of mind", maybe it was because of the atmosphere, or maybe I thought of something, my eyes involuntarily sore, and there was a quiet gathering of moisture. "People will eventually be abandoned by life, and we all are. ”

I stopped, looked at her, then put her cup of milk tea on the bench by the side of the road and helped her insert the straw.

She also stopped and looked at me thoughtfully.

I made a few gestures with my right hand, and with a simple spell in the air, the shadow of a whole person gradually appeared beneath her.

"This cup of milk tea is my invitation to you, a regret when you are a person, and a consummation when you are a ghost. ”