after becoming a ghost

"Your coffee." The waiter brought a cup of coffee.Song Yuan looked at the dark coffee, then at the clock pointing at nine o'clock, finally he was out of anger. "He Mo, you are kidding me. We agreed to quit coffee, and you ignored my words." He Mo calmed down, paused for a moment with the hand holding the coffee, and continued to drink .At first, Song Yuan thought that when he stopped, he would remember his teachings. "I've only been dead for a few days, and I've started to forget what I said. Will you forget me in a few days?"

"I'll help you, help you in vain..." Thinking back to the past, Song Yuan really didn't seem to have done anything for He Mo. "You beat the little monsters for you. Hmph." Song Yuan likes to play games, and his hands are so fast.He Mo can't do it. He looks smart, but he's a scum when it comes to playing games.He Mo's popularity is not very good in reality, and even worse in the game, people beat him up every day.However, the people who beat him up in groups didn't have high combat effectiveness, and Song Yuan could completely resist them with his strength.However, if he enters the game now, no one will cover him.Even though every time He Mo was beaten by a group, Song Yuan would deliberately procrastinate for a while when he went to rescue him. It was refreshing to see him being so abused that he was powerless to fight back.

He Mo picked up the tablet and continued to browse the web.Song Yuan looked sideways, only to see that the webpages on the tablet were all in English, and he didn't know any of them, except for simple words like it and you. "Oh." Song Yuan sighed faintly.That jealous-yet-happy mood is so sad.This is his brother, being so powerful will encourage him to work harder and tempt him to be lazy. "Anyway, if you can't get along, you still have the sense of security that he has. You don't understand." This is what he said when he talked about his brother to others.

After finishing the coffee, He Mo got up and was about to pay the bill and leave.When checking out at the counter, the sweet-looking waiter smiled and took out a pink envelope from the drawer and wanted to hand it to He Mo.Song Yuan immediately described it as wretched, "Okay buddy, the peach blossoms are here, pick them up quickly." He Mo frowned, gave the waiter a warning look, closed his wallet and left.Song Yuan followed He Mo with a regretful expression.The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly, "Sir, this is a birthday present from your friend."

He Mo, who was leaving quickly, stopped, as if thinking of something, he turned around and strode over, almost eager to get the envelope.Song Yuan, who was following He Mo, watched He Mo turn around, getting closer and closer to him, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.Then He Mo passed through Song Yuan's body without a trace of nostalgia.Song Yuan looked at his subconsciously raised hand, and clearly realized that he and He Mo were not from the same world anymore.

"Sir, is your name Mr. He Mo?" Although he already knew the name of the diamond king, he still wanted to ask. "I am." A low voice sounded, Song Yuan looked at the pink envelope back to his senses, his face suddenly flushed red, he jumped up and wanted to grab the envelope.But the result is obvious, Song Yuan still doesn't want to give up after going through the envelope again and again.Why is this letter still there, how can this waiter keep her promise so much, the black and white of the underworld are not as honest as she is. "This is what your friend Mr. Song Yuan left for you a month ago. I hope we can pass it on to you. At the same time, our shop also congratulates Mr. Happy Birthday." He Mo took the envelope with one hand, and put the other hand on the envelope. In his trouser pocket, he looked calm and indifferent.But Song Yuan knew that he was very nervous and agitated now, the more turbulent his heart was, the calmer his appearance was.

"Thank you." He Mo held the envelope tightly in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand were exposed, as if he was afraid that the letter would be snatched away.He Mo didn't leave in a hurry, he lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Did he send it here in person?" There was a hint of sadness in that voice. "Yes, originally our store manager wanted to present Mr. He with a birthday cake, but Mr. Song said that he would come over to borrow the first cake from our kitchen in person on his birthday." The waiter suddenly shut up and didn't dare to continue.

Song Yuan scratched his head anxiously beside him, he had long forgotten this letter, because this letter itself was a bad idea given to him by his bad friend.He Mo raised his head and thanked again: "Thank you." The waiter smiled embarrassedly, "It's okay." With such a strong aura, he didn't dare to answer at all, okay?

Along the way home with He Mo, Song Yuan's expression was in a daze.He felt that he was going to be unlucky, and He Mo would definitely tear him apart after reading the letter.What to do, what to do, what to do, Song Yuan was going crazy.Suddenly, Song Yuan remembered that he was a ghost, not a human.Song Yuan never felt that the words "I'm not human" were so beautiful.He let out a sigh of relief, and followed He Mo with peace of mind.Looking at the letter he was holding tightly, Song Yuan remembered that the waiter said it was delivered a month ago.was it a month ago?The date is not right, it seems that it was delivered more than 20 days ago.

As he walked, Song Yuan felt something was wrong. Why didn't He Mo drive? Was he going to walk such a long distance by himself?He Mo walked on the side of the road unconsciously, not knowing what was going on in his heart.He probably forgot, probably not, he probably just wanted to take a walk, it's his birthday today.Don't be awkward for a long time, Song Yuan finally choked out a sentence: "Hey, He Mo, happy birthday." "I don't know how to eat a birthday cake for my birthday, or even a bowl of longevity noodles. Usually I don't know how to make more friends. It's all right now, the young master is dead, and you are alone. But seeing your paralyzed face, I can only bear to stay with you." Looking at the time displayed on the roadside store, it was almost eleven o'clock. "Don't go home yet, Er Que." Song Yuan was almost bored to death while talking by himself.

He Mo stopped his aimless walk and sat alone on the side of the road, almost completely covered by the darkness of night.Song Yuan watched him sit for a while, then carefully smoothed the crumpled letter in his hand, and put it on his chest.His expression was so solemn and pious that he actually had an illusion of affection.Feeling cold for a while, Song Yuan sat next to He Mo, leaned closer to him again, saw He Mo shivered as if he was cold, and moved away silently.

He Mo turned his head and looked over, his eyes were cold and scary.Song Yuan accidentally moved his buttocks and sat on the ground.Exaggeratedly rubbing his buttocks, Song Yuan shouted angrily, "Why are you staring? I'm a ghost now, and I'm afraid you won't succeed. You're fine if I didn't scare you to death." Although He Mo had warning eyes, But he didn't look directly at Song Yuan, but only looked in the direction where Song Yuan was. "I don't care what you are, don't follow me."