writing coffee

Well, talk about shallow words.

First of all, shallow words are straight, I know.

Second, I've never been so self-important as to think I could bend her, and I've never been so affectionate as to think of breaking her.

There is a word called "Dream Lover". This word is used to describe Yan Qian's position in my heart. It is very appropriate. She has everything I can imagine, even beyond my imagination.What is a little wrong is that Yan Qian did not appear in my dream, she appeared in my life vividly, embellishing my life as beautifully as a dream.

This is the problem, she always inadvertently, from time to time, appears in a place I can expect and can reach, forcing me to drink poison to quench my thirst.

Like now, she is dressed in dust, with the exhaustion of the journey, just like her name, she smiled at me lightly and said, "Murong, long time no see~"

This is not what I imagined.

My imagination, based on that meeting almost a year ago.That time, she also had something to deal with, and when she passed the city, she was entrusted by Yan Jin to take a look at me in person.That time was in a hurry, and she was still taking her subordinates, and the car was parked on the side of the road opposite the "Writing Coffee".It was very dark that day, and it was raining coldly. She was wearing a knee-length windbreaker, without an umbrella, striding across the road and approaching me.I seem to see raindrops falling on her body, but it breaks into countless flashing light spots along her figure like falling on a layer of transparent enchantment, or falling on the strings, with the sound of each note Tremors crumble like bubbles into phantoms.

And this time, without warning, without warning, when I saw her, she had already pushed open my glass door.She changed her hairstyle, slightly curly, but the length didn't change much. ——Of course, this may already be the number of hairstyles she has changed. One year is enough for her hair to grow and cut, and cut and grow.

I was a little nervous, really just a little bit.I didn't say it's been a while, but I just looked at the small travel bag in her hand and asked in genuine surprise, "Are you alone?"

"Well, just a little personal business," she said.

What private matter?Is Yan Jin's mother's matter still unfinished?Or is it her own private matter?

"Oh, did you just come from the airport? Have you had dinner yet?" It was after seven o'clock in the evening, I walked out from the bar, led her to the sofa next to the bookcase, and signaled her to sit down first.

"Thank you, I've eaten. I arrived in the afternoon and went to the west city." She put her travel bag on the table, sat down, and asked casually, "What time do you close?"

"Nine o'clock." I replied subconsciously.

"Then I'll wait here for you to get off work?" she said.

ha?When I get off work?What are you doing when I get off work? !

Oh yes, she's staying across from me temporarily.The door card and keys are at my house. Although she told me in advance, she didn't say that she would come here today, so of course I wouldn't bring them with me.

That house has been kept.After Yan Jin left, because he had to deal with his mother's affairs, Yan Qian often flew over from Germany for almost half a year, and occasionally stayed there for a long time.

It was a very difficult but fleeting time.

Then things came to an end and the house was vacated.But she gave me the key and asked me to keep it safe for Yan Jin. She said that when he was 16, he would come back and get it from me.

Li Yanjin is 16 years old, only half a year has passed, it's really too late, the little prince is about to grow up.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll get you a glass of water." After I finished speaking, I turned around and left, only to be stopped by her.

"Murong, you can be busy with your work, I will pass the time by myself."

I looked at her, smiled, and pointed to the tables of guests who were quietly reading books on the other side of the bookcase, and the empty bar, "Do you think I seem to be busy?"

She also lowered her head and smiled, "Then I want ice cubes in it, thank you!"

"No problem~"

It's a bit funny to say, and I don't drink coffee in a shallow way.

I don't know if she likes to drink or not, but she likes tea anyway.I suddenly remembered that day when Qianli asked the bartender why he didn’t say anything from the beginning to the end, and I said “he just likes it”, maybe I wasn’t talking nonsense, what I meant was that it was just liking, not love.

Like and love are two completely different emotions.Like is similar to admiration, or appreciation, and you don't need to reciprocate when you like someone, just like you like a toy, a landscape, or a poem.But love, there is nothing like it, it grows deeply and clearly in your world, it blooms, it asks for something in return, and if it doesn't get something in return, it will wither.

The bartender liked the woman so much that he made a special coffee cocktail just for her, but he never said he liked it.As for me, I haven't even thought about brewing a cup of tea-flavored coffee for Yan Qian, so how can I say love?

Maybe, when she finally marries someone else one day, I will completely let go.

So, I take back the phrase "drinking poison to quench thirst".This thing must be tasted, why not just taste it?

I brought the water to Yan Qian, and when I returned to the bar, I walked around to the door and hung up the "Closed Business" sign, and then I started to prepare for closing, and turned off the light at the door.

In the past, even if I hung up the sign after 9 o'clock, there would still be customers who did not give up and knocked on the door to confirm, and occasionally some customers who came here would beg hard. At this time, I don't mind Please go to the trouble and make another cup of coffee for them. After all, there are some people who don't want to disappoint.

But now, I've started to think about the wording of the rejection.Fortunately, the guests tonight were very cooperative, no one came to knock on the door, and even the guests who were sitting at several tables left one after another quickly.

What a beautiful autumn night.

After washing the last few cups, everything was ready, I walked up to Yan Qian who was reading with her head down, and said softly, "Let's go~"

"Huh?" She raised her head, a little surprised that the time passed so fast, and a little sorry that she forgot the time. She turned on her phone and looked at it, and then she was even more surprised, "Isn't it closing at 9 o'clock?"

I shrugged, "There are not many customers, it doesn't matter if you come a little earlier, who made me the store manager~"

"Hehe, yes." She smiled softly, closed the book, and stood up.

I glanced at the cover of the book, "Old Days", a local chronicle of China, she actually likes to read this.

"Do you want to take it home and read it?"

"No, just flip through it casually." She put the book back on the bookcase, turned her head and winked at me, and said honestly, "Actually, I don't really understand~"

Oh, that’s right, it’s all about the local conditions and customs of the last century. As a German mixed-race Chinese born and raised in Germany, she knows the words above very well.

But I didn't expect her to blink that once.

Of course, she is not as cold as when I first met her. Many times, she is quiet and even gentle, but she has never been as fresh as she is now.

What influenced her?Or changed her?Is it Yan Jin?or someone else...

"When I read it, I have to look it up in the dictionary. If you understand it, how can I be embarrassed?"

"That's how I comfort myself." She followed my footsteps out of the door and stood behind me waiting for me to lock the door.

"The mentality is the most important thing~" I locked the door, "Should I go back directly?"

"Buy some daily necessities first?"

"I don't know which ones you are used to. I prepared some according to my habits. The room has been cleaned by someone. Go back and have a look. If there is anything missing, you can buy it. You can also ask someone to give it to you. Your jet lag has not reversed yet. Bar?"

In fact, someone comes to clean the house every month, but this time it is for occupants, so I cleaned it again and added some daily necessities. I said it was according to my habits, but in fact it was according to my understanding of her and my personal opinion of her. Some subjective speculations can be regarded as painstaking, I hope she will not be too disappointed.However, even if she was disappointed, she would never tell me. Who cares about this kind of thing...

"Okay," she finally showed her exhaustion, and smiled feebly, "You have arranged everything for me, thank you ~ I just want to sleep now."

"Hmm~"

I hailed a cab, opened the door for her, and got in behind her, sitting in the backseat together.I never expected that this seemingly gentle young driver turned out to be a chatterbox!

Did the two of you just come back from a trip?There is no traffic jam at this time. If it was an hour and a half earlier, it would be crawling like a turtle!I've heard that the temperature will drop in two days, but I guess it won't drop much, it's only November, it's still early!This time last year...

I couldn't take it anymore, I lowered my head and secretly helped my forehead.But I have to talk to him, it will be very impolite, and it is impossible to count on shallow words, so I can only bite the bullet, "um", "yes", "yes", "yes", and responded indiscriminately, just 5 A minute's journey is as long as a period of life...

"Thank you!" I finally got out of the car, and I said goodbye to him warmly. I watched his car turn around and leave, and I breathed a sigh of relief, and then I heard a voice behind me say, "Thank you~"

As soon as I turned around, I met Yan Qian's teasing eyes and the slightly raised corners of my lips. On the spur of the moment, I even complained to her, "You just know how to sit back and enjoy the benefits!"

I regretted it as soon as I said it. In front of Yan Qian, I have always been reserved, not only because I like someone secretly, but also because Yan Qian is a person with a sense of distance. Everything I do in front of her It's no exaggeration to say that she acted before thinking twice...it was all because of the blink of her eyes.

"Haha, my fault, I'm sorry~" she actually replied like this.

I think that if the story tonight is written into an article, it can be called "Murong Poetry's Simple Fantasy Journey".

You see, she inadvertently, from time to time, makes me hopeful and within reach.

Just a little bit, I secretly told myself, just a little bit...