He took a takeout order. The address is a cemetery. The recipient died last month.
Lin Jiu, 22 years old, is a Meituan rider. After my grandma's funeral, I got an APP on my phone with the avatar of a smiling skeleton.
"Dear, your heartbeat frequency is detected to be 112. This order is mandatory and cannot be refused."
"Dear, if you refuse to accept liquidated damages, you will be entitled to all of Yangshou."
He walked into the cemetery carrying extra spicy Lanzhou Ramen and saw that the heat in front of the tombstone was not rising - it was bending down. It's like someone squatting there, leaning close to the edge of the bowl, drinking sip after sip.
The phone lights up: five-star review. The message read - "The spicy food is quite spicy, more fragrant than the last bowl I had before my death. I wish you peace."
Only then did he understand: Five-star praise equals salvation. Every time you send a single Yin De +1. If you save up to 100 orders, you can ask your deceased grandma one thing - "Does it hurt when you leave?"
But someone didn't want him to save enough. A cutter who wears a blue uniform and is obsessed with eating dead souls. He appeared at the bottom of Lin Jiu's order list and sent a message:
"Hello, 9527. Your grandma's order is from me. ——K"
This is a story about delivering "takeaway" through the realms of Yin and Yang. Funny, tense, and then you find yourself crying.
——Every delivery is a farewell that is too late to say.
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