this life is waiting

When I arrived at the door of the cafe, I looked at the time and found that it was only 10 minutes after class ended.

I expressed surprise that I walked here from the teaching building in 10 minutes.

This obviously shows my eagerness, but in order not to show my impatience in front of He Cheng, I sat at the door of the coffee shop for 5 minutes. During these 5 minutes, a cart selling tea eggs passed by me. So hungry that I drool.

I understand in my heart that these 5 minutes are nothing more than trying to show that I don’t value this matter. It’s like a date. When I arrive at the place and find that I’m early, many people will choose to go to other places instead of choosing the most convenient one. Stand still.

This may be the arrogance in the deepest part of the heart, who likes to show things that are obviously important.

Five minutes later, I, who was inexplicably nervous, walked in calmly.

Pushing open the wooden door, I heard the jingle of the bell behind the door, and the waiter came forward with a soft background sound and asked how many people I was.

I looked around and found He Cheng on the right by the window, and walked over after gesturing to the waiter.

There was a pot of scented tea and two cups of coffee on the table, one of which was hers, and the other one was placed opposite her, and there was an empty cup beside me.

After she sat down, she took the kettle on the table and poured it into the scented teapot, shook it, poured it into my empty cup, and then poured herself a cup too.

The flame under the pot was flickering, she put down her back and pressed it into a shape, her movements were so soft that she looked at me with a low eyebrow and a smile, and said, "Try it."

This atmosphere is too suitable for her, I think, it's a good thing she said this, if I say some tentative love words, I may fall into her tender trap.

No wonder Yuyu told me that it is said that many people like He Cheng but dare not like her. She gives people the feeling of a light wind, blowing gently past you, you feel it, but you can’t catch it .

In the past, I always attributed these things to her having a good face. After all, such things as face value can really add a lot of points, but now I don't think so.

But why not?

I lowered my head and raised my cup to take a sip of the tea in the cup. The smell of flowers is not strong, but there is a bit of sweetness in the fragrance, which is not too harsh.

"Well, it's delicious." I looked up at her.

He Cheng pursed his lips and smiled, took the teapot and added some more for me.

You see, since she sat down, she hasn't mentioned the time when I came here at all, so those who are important or not are not worth mentioning in the eyes of others, and they are just mediocre.

"I bought a cup of coffee here yesterday, and I think it tastes good."

He Cheng raised his eyes to signal the coffee in front of me. I oh and oh again before I lowered my head and took a sip.

Why do I think she missed something behind this sentence? Maybe what she wanted to say was that she thought the coffee here tasted good, so she wanted to bring me to try it.

Oh my god, why am I so narcissistic.

Although I was comforted in my heart that He Cheng just invited me here by the way, and I have no way of knowing what kind of reason it was, but I already had the narcissistic thought just now in my mind, and I couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Obviously not in a tense state, but her heart was beating violently.

"Do you have the habit of drinking coffee?" She suddenly asked me.

I shook my head.

Compared with coffee, I prefer tea, probably because my father also likes to drink tea, and this habit has been developed at home.

The bitterness of coffee is a bit heavy for me.

Such a gentle atmosphere almost made me forget the purpose of coming this time. After drinking another cup of scented tea, I suddenly realized that He Cheng has been so neither salty nor bland from the beginning until now. The knife killed me.

Repaying grievances with virtue makes me ashamed!You see how many moths you are doing behind my back, meddling in my own business, but I treat you like this and take you to taste all the delicacies in the world, do you know that you are wrong!

God, how can people be so bad!

I mean me.

Obviously, He Cheng has a kind heart.

Perhaps the atmosphere is too comfortable, and a comfortable atmosphere always makes people dreamy, so people always say that worrying too much is just because they are not busy enough.

So I prepared to get busy, tapped my fingers on the table, poked my head slightly, and whispered, "Don't you want to ask me anything?"

She looked up at me: "You mean about your apology?"

I paused and nodded three times.

"I forgive you," she said.

This sentence made me swallow the 300-word summary and sincere apology. I licked my lips, put my hands on my chin, moved my body forward, and asked with a surprised expression: "Do you know why I apologize? ?”

She looked at me, but she didn't seem to be looking at me. This gaze fell on my face for a long time before I realized that she was looking at my dimples.

Do you like my dimples?So I pursed my lips a little bit calmly, the dimples deepened a little, and then I bent the corners of my mouth, making a cute and pitiful look.

It is always right to be likable in the face of mistakes.

Of course, this pity is what I have in mind. I don't know if she looks pitiful.

"I don't know," she said.

I was stunned, and put my hands down on the table, "You don't know?"

She repeated: "I don't know."

"I don't know you, you, will you forgive me?"

She had a serious look on her face, her eyes signaled me not to get excited, and then she explained: "There is nothing unforgivable."

Bonus points!

At this moment, my heart is cheering. What I said earlier, I don’t know why He Cheng can get extra points except for her appearance. Now I know, everything about her is shining.

Yes, it's because she forgave me unconditionally, so I praised her like this, how superficial I am.

I coughed, took a sip of tea, and asked, "Don't you want to know what's going on?"

He Cheng: "I want to know."

I paused: "Then why don't you ask."

She looked at me with a smile: "I know you will say that."

Really, really...

But it's true, I can't hold it anymore.

So in the following time, I told her everything that happened in the past two days. Although she already knew it, it was better to hear it from my mouth than from others, and it could prevent embellishment.

After I finished speaking, I pursed my lips and looked at her, and heard her say: "Why do you apologize to me for this incident?"

I replied weakly: "Don't you think I'm meddling?"

He Cheng laughed, as if he had heard a joke, "The conclusion I can draw from this matter is that you helped me, not meddling in other people's business." After she finished speaking, she pushed the tea in front of me.

That's right.

In fact, before today, I thought so too, and I was still immersed in my Lei Feng deeds and couldn't extricate myself.

"I thought you were angry with me." I smiled.

Sure enough, the tone was much more relaxed after being released, and the tea became even sweeter.

She asked, "Why do you think I'm angry with you?"

I lightly told her how unhappy Zhao Jia was when she dragged me to talk about it a few hours ago, and she returned it to me with an expected smile.

"You're mistaken," she said.

I nodded and nodded: "Now I know, maybe I thought about that matter with the idea that you were unhappy, so I drilled my head there, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that you were unhappy." I picked up the tea and made an apologetic look, Clink glasses with her in the past: "My pot."

Logically speaking, she drank the cup of tea and said she didn't mind it, but she didn't pick it up for a long time. Instead, she watched me drink it up and said: "If I say, I am really here happy."

I almost spit out my tea with a pop.

This is...not fun.

"Really?" I blurted out.

She just smiled, showing no tendency to continue talking.But I think her unhappiness should have nothing to do with me.

Although He Cheng at this moment is no different from usual, I did read a faint meaning from her eyes, as if she was caught in a certain memory, and there was something sad about this memory.

I have always thought that He Cheng is a female classmate with a story, and I can tell from the fact that she would occasionally be a little dazed, sometimes hesitant to speak, and sometimes unwilling to talk too much.

Today, I am even more sure of this idea. In the past when I didn't know her, He Cheng must have had a mysterious person pass by. Some things happened to them, which she always remembered.

I think, the story of her past must be beautiful and sad, and it must be an extraordinary story to have a story with such a bland and reticent person.

Look at the heart of gossip that is ready to move in my heart.

So I couldn't hold back, took advantage of the good atmosphere, called her name in a low voice, and asked, "Do you have someone you like?"

He Cheng was obviously stunned.

look!She froze!

Then she gave a low hum.

ah!Breaking news!

As a senior, I still look very calm. Although I moved forward a little excitedly, showing my eagerness, but overall I am still very decent.

I seized this topic and continued to ask: "Do you still like it now?"

Instead of avoiding my question, she answered me frankly: "I like it."

I silently put the hand on the table under the table, after all, it had already started to tremble uncontrollably.

Why am I so nervous about exploring her past...

"So what about you now? Are you together, or are you breaking up?"

After asking this question, I realized that I didn't know anything about He Cheng's feelings. If she told me now that she has a partner, there is nothing wrong with it. All the possibilities are surprising and normal for her.

But she answered me: "He doesn't know anything."

I exclaimed: "Unrequited love."

She tilted her head as if thinking about the word, and then replied in agreement: "Yes."

But here, I don't know how to answer this topic, what to ask, who is that person?I don't even know it if I ask.Ask her why she didn't let that person know?This seems to be suspected of exposing scars.

Sure enough, I'm not expected to be a reporter, so I said stupidly, "I'm lucky to be liked by you."

Did I say that to her?

Regardless, the person she likes is not only lucky, but according to my knowledge of He Cheng, that person is about to explode with happiness.

After hearing my sentence, she glanced at me inexplicably, and said in a low voice, "Really."

Is this what makes me sure I've really said something like that to her before.

I really want to answer her yes, and answer it righteously, but it seems that I am jealous of that person, so I give up.

But from the bottom of my heart, I'm just jealous of that person.