Little B Coffee Shop

The next day, early in the morning, the sky was gloomy and oppressive, as if a heavy rain was brewing, and it didn't know when it would suddenly strike.It's easy for He Zhao to get up on such cloudy days. Fortunately, this day is a weekend rest, so there is no danger of being late.When he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but swear.The aftereffects of the hangover broke out together, his head was throbbing, and his stomach was particularly uncomfortable.He had never drank so much before, thinking of yesterday, he was a little lucky, it was good to be drunk, so that he would not be thinking about Liu Qing all night.

He closed his eyes and lay on the bed for a while, then sat up and picked up his mobile phone to watch, it was past 10 o'clock.There were a few missed calls on the phone, he stood up and went to the bathroom to wash up, and glanced: Zhu Han made a few calls, and there was also a call from Ms. Qin.He tidied himself up quickly, and called the important Ms. Qin first.After a while, the phone was picked up, and a few beats came from inside.Ms. Qin has been a rough and casual woman all her life, but when she gets older, she starts to pay attention to the fact that women should age gracefully, so she and her old sisters enrolled in Mrs. Elegant Training Class, and began to learn how to walk, illustrate and drink tea.Old Mr. He murmured many times in private that when he was young, he drank beer and played cards, and he was not particular about it. He became a little old lady and was more elegant. What is this?It's a pity that she was ignored by Ms. Qin, who said that she would turn him into a bad old man, and he would definitely be crushed when he went out with her.The two live treasures in the family have added a lot of helplessness and jokes to He Zhao's life.

As he walked to the kitchen to see what to eat, he held his mobile phone and asked Ms. Qin what she wanted to do.Ms. Qin pinched her throat and said in a soft voice that He Chao hadn't come back for a long time and asked him to go home for dinner today.He Zhao felt goose bumps all over his body, and he almost couldn't hold the cup steadily in his hand.He cleared his throat and responded.Then he hung up the phone and rubbed his arms.

He turned on the rice cooker to cook something to eat, but he saw that there was still warm rice porridge inside.There is also bought bread in the refrigerator.He was a little surprised, could it be that Zhu Han was so caring and even prepared breakfast for himself? Thinking about it, he couldn't believe it.He took out a bowl and brought it to the table.He called Zhu Han, and the phone rang twice before answering.Zhu Han's voice on the opposite side was a little anxious.

"Why did you go home yesterday? I went to pick you up, but there was no one there. I called you several times but no one answered. I was so anxious. If you weren't old and ugly, and you didn't like it How much money do you bring, I thought something happened to you!"

He Zhao felt that the world was so beautiful, he couldn't be so irritable.Suppressing the urge to spray him all over the face, he exhaled and said, "Didn't you send me yesterday? No, then who sent me back. I still have warm porridge and bread in the morning. Is it possible?" It was the snail that I reluctantly ate a few days ago, which turned into a snail girl and appeared, and she wanted to make a grass ring and repay my benefactor with a promise of body."

"Get out? It's unnecessary for me to care about you. As long as you live, I'll hang up." The other side immediately cut off the phone.

He Zhao pouted, put down his phone, and sat at the dining table to have breakfast.I plan to have a full meal first, and then ask Xiaoan who sent me back later.The rice porridge was soft and moderate, warming He Zhao's tormented stomach.

After dinner, He Zhao washed the dishes, slumped on the sofa and asked Xiao An on WeChat who sent him home yesterday. Xiao An didn't know what he was doing, so he sent a message after a while.

[Manager, it was your friend yesterday. I saw that you called your friend during dinner, and then I called the first one in your call log.You are picked up by a tall, squint-eyed man in a dark blue striped shirt.What's wrong?Am I making a typo? 】

When He Zhao saw Xiao An's description, he knew it was Liu Qing.He glanced at the call log and found that after the phone call with Zhu Han yesterday, Liu Qing also called, but maybe he ran to the toilet to vomit and didn't answer.

He tidied up his house and was going to buy some chestnut cakes from Ms. Qin's favorite pastry shop, which happened to be near the company, so he could go to Liu Qing's shop to thank him and treat him to a meal.After deciding, he put on his clothes and went out.

There were so many people on the subway on weekends, He Zhao was squeezed back and forth, and he sighed in his heart that he had to save money quickly and put the matter of buying a car on the agenda. It was too inconvenient to catch the subway all day.

After leaving the subway station, dark clouds began to gather, and He Zhao realized that he forgot to bring an umbrella when he went out.I thought about asking Liu Qing if he had any extra umbrellas, otherwise he would be a drowned rat.

Because the pastry shop is delicious and unique, many people line up to buy it every day, rain or shine, even if the weather is bad today, there are still many people.He Chao waited in line for nearly 10 minutes before buying it.He took some pastries and went to the cafe.

As noon approached, there were more people in the coffee shop.He Zhao looked in from the outside of the glass and saw Liu Qing standing there helplessly, rather than helping, and Xiao Xu secretly watched him from the side in embarrassment and confusion.He Zhao opened the door and walked in. He walked towards Liu Qing with a smile, raised the dim sum in his hand, and said, "I bought some dim sum, please eat."

Liu Qing stood there without moving, looking at him with a complicated expression, his eyes were mixed with bewilderment and sadness, his mouth was tightly pursed, his hands clenched into fists, and he looked at He Zhao from a distance.

Seeing that something was wrong with him, He Zhao stopped and stopped moving forward.He frowned, his brows and eyes full of doubts.Liu Qing closed his eyes, his face tensed, and when he opened his eyes, he had already made up his mind.His lips quivered a few times, and he opened his mouth to say a word.

Surrounded by the soft and gentle music of the coffee shop, there is also the sound of customers talking and ordering.He Zhao couldn't hear his voice clearly from a distance, but this time He Zhao understood the shape of his mouth unexpectedly.

"Yesterday, I heard everything you said." He Zhao understood this vague and incomplete sentence.Yesterday's clips rushed to the surface. He hugged Liu Qing, confessing his suppressed feelings for so many years; Liu Qing's silent reaction, silent resistance; dark.

He Zhaoru was struck by lightning, and his breathing became disordered. He stared blankly at Liu Qing, feeling stiff and cold all over. "He knows, he knows that he has that kind of thought for him; he is rejecting himself silently, not wanting to say that he has ruined their friendship. I finally lost him completely! How can a weirdo like me do this?" Where's his good brother?" He Chao took a few steps back with a pale face, and Liu Qing was a little worried and couldn't bear to approach him.He Zhao shook his head lightly, showing a pale smile, but it was more sad than crying.

"sorry!"

He Zhao said this to him, turned around and put Liu Qing's favorite warm walnut cake in front of the door, and hurried away with messy steps.

Looking at his back, Liu Qing felt as if a large piece of his heart had been torn off, bleeding profusely. "It shouldn't be like this! Is what I did right? Is it really worthwhile to hurt Ah Chao like this, and lose his friend who is like a relative?!" Liu Qing questioned himself.He walked to the door in despair, picked up the bag of walnut cakes, and the temperature, only a dozen pieces of cakes, but Liu Qing's hands were extremely heavy.He took out a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. He couldn't feel a trace of sweetness, and he couldn't stop the piece that was missing in his heart.He slumped on the chair, stuffed his mouth with walnut cakes, covered his eyes with his hands, and remained silent.