Feel the phantom that did not exist in this world.

"There is such a strange thing?" Xiao Han squinted his eyes and scratched his hair in confusion.

We followed the Phantom around Pingjiang Road. As noon approached, Xiao Han proposed the suggestion of finding a restaurant for lunch for the time being. He thought he could get some special dishes from Jiangnan, so he happily accepted it.

In fact, the timing and reason of each ghost appear are a mystery. Whether multiple different ghosts will appear at the same time, that is, whether the ghost's behavior is undergoing such a question at a certain time is not clear.

I, who feel disgusted with such phenomena, will naturally avoid considering such issues, but Xiao Han seems very interested in these issues and put forward ideas from various angles.

For example, the so-called ghost may just be my hallucination that my brain deceives the eyes, but if this happens, I shouldn't see the image of a ghost I've never seen before.

In other words, the hallucinations that my brain can forge are limited to those I have ever come into contact with. What I have not come into contact with is hard to imagine out of thin air. However, once we consider this way, it is like it goes beyond the scope we usually know.

"Do you know why this is called crab shell yellow?"

Xiao Han picked up the small cakes on the plate and asked.

"Isn't this Shaobing?"

"Shaobian? Hahahahaha, have you seen such an oval Shaobian?"

"I've eaten such a small sesame cake before, but it seems that the sesame seeds are not as much yellow as this crab shell."

"Well, by the way, does it look like a cooked crab shell?"

I carefully looked at the brown sesame cake in my hand and took a light bite.

"Well, there's a crab smell."

"Yes, hehe, the crab shell yellow stuffing in this store is filled with crab noodles. I wonder if you have ever heard of Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs. It's a pity that you will not be able to eat them until autumn. Alas, by the way, crabs and the nickname of the chrysanthemum Langjun, do you know why? Oh, wait - the little wonton is here!"

The waiter walked to our table with two bowls of small wontons that emitted a fragrance. Xiao Han looked at them and described it as looking at them. It was perfect.

He expressed his feelings towards the wontons that had just been served on the table.

"This store has been quite a long time?"

Like Tingyutang, this shop is located in a small house with pink walls and black tiles. There is wine-watching outside. The wooden plaque has the name of the shop, and there are many barrel lanterns hanging next to it and under the eaves.

"It's indeed an old shop. I have been here to eat breakfast since I can remember it."

"Is Tingyutang a very old shop?"

"Tingyutang, oh, the store has just been open for a few years, but grandpa has been making umbrellas for quite a long time."

He looked like he wanted to speak but stopped.

He tried to find a topic to help him avoid the next words, but he was not very good at finding a topic, and he failed.

"Ah, you haven't asked me yet, why you are so persistent about the ghost you saw, aren't you?"

He said, touching his head and throwing his eyes away.

"I could probably guess."

"You can roughly guess, then tell me?"

“…….”

"You are really shy, hahaha, actually, I'm just living in Tingyutang for the time being. After all, it's actually a shop run by my aunt. My father is a criminal policeman who died in a criminal case. Well, but that's what happened a long time ago."

He said this and showed a sad expression, and I stopped the chopsticks in my hand.

So that's it, so when I said that the ghost in Tingyutang was wearing clothes that looked like a police uniform, he seemed so excited.

"sorry......"

"No, there is nothing to be sorry for. I should feel sorry for delaying you for so long. Alas, it doesn't matter if you say it, are you crying?"

My father is also a criminal policeman. He deals with very dangerous people every day and lives a worried life. If one day he will encounter misfortune, I will definitely collapse instantly and never recover from now on. I will definitely not be as optimistic as Xiao Han.

"I said you're too slim, but it's not bad."

He picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Ah, the coffee is still delicious, this is too bitter."

He put down his teacup and sighed.

"I envy you very much. If I could see ghosts like you..."

Not good at all.

Because of this eye, I am out of place with the people around me and end up alone. How can I be envious?

"Because it makes me so lonely, without any friends, and not at all worthy of envy."

He seemed a little surprised after hearing this.

"Oh, do you have no friends?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Because a girl as beautiful as you should be very popular in school, right?"

“….”

Because it was too unexpected, the chopsticks slid down from the hand, and the sound of rain outside the wooden window was heard constantly echoing, and the world seemed to be spinning.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't expect your reaction to be so big."

"It's true."

"Um?"

I closed my eyes hard, clasped my hands tightly against my chest, and said like he did.

"I really don't have friends on my way to school, or at school or after school, I'm all alone, and I only read books alone when I finish class, as if the people around me are not in the same world as me. Even if I can't answer questions in class well, I can't do it. Their eyes at me often make me feel breathless."

"Yeah?"

Nodded.

The rain stopped, and the sun shone through the gradually thinning dark clouds and shone into the window.

Actually, I understand that it is all because I hate the fact that I interact with others. When I was young, the memories of being ridiculed and excluded by others as aliens will always appear before me when I was alone in a quiet night. At this moment, I will be in great pain. It is very difficult to forget the painful past.

"Isn't that good?"

Xiao Han pondered for a while and continued.

"The so-called interpersonal relationships are both hypocritical and fragile. People's instinctive hopes that people who are stronger than themselves will encounter misfortune, and criticize those who have only compassion for those poor people."

"What is right or wrong is actually just a concept of supervisor. Human beings can do anything for their own interests. If you really have these ugly and careful people drawing a clear line, then you are definitely the one that deserves my respect, but-"

He suddenly stopped halfway through his words, and I followed his gaze and looked out the window.

It was the bridge that was before, and the ghost appeared on the bridge again.

No, it seems that the person who does not seem to be a ghost, but is actually there, but his appearance is very close to the person in the phantom.

“It’s very similar.”

"Well, what's very similar?"

"The person standing on that bridge looks very much like that phantom."

"No, that's Brother Gu who is rocking the boat. Haven't you seen him before?"

He looked at the man on the bridge with a puzzled look and continued.

"Well, but it's worth confirming. Are you full?"

Nodded.

"Okay, then I'll go check out."

I returned to the bridge with Xiao Han.

We followed the phantom for a long time, but finally returned here, but I don't think the time passed through is meaningless.

The name engraved in the middle of this stone bridge is the name of the bridge, but because of the polishing of time, I asked Xiao Han and learned that the bridge was originally called Hu Xiang Bridge.

The air after the rain was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the old Wu songs that seemed to have been heard from some house.

The man stood on the bridge and looked at He Dao's god. When we walked to his side, he didn't seem to notice, so Xiao Han patted his shoulder.

"Yo, Brother Gu."

He was shocked and showed a reproachful attitude, but he became happy after seeing Xiao Han in an instant.

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Xiao?"

"Well, why, Brother Gu is resting here?"

"Yes, after dinner, I came here for a walk. When I walked here, I suddenly remembered this time last year."

He sat by the bridge, his eyes drifting towards the distance.

"A female passenger on my boat jumped into the river when the boat was rowing here."

"suicide?"

Xiao Han touched his chin, as if he was recalling something.
To be continued...