My 26-year-old female tenant: Gufan on the Island

This abandoned tractor has been aged for a long time, but you can still vaguely smell the smell of engine oil in the air. Coupled with the constant cold wind and the overgrown weeds, it formed my first impression of this cultural and creative park. : It’s too dilapidated, but secret enough; if it weren’t for the neon lights outside still reflecting the mottled walls, I even feel that it only belongs to Le Yao and I... We just talk and laugh here, Then they fell into silence again...

Yes, we fell silent suddenly. I stood in the bed of the tractor, and she stood underneath, looking at each other, as if they had forgotten that she chased me here because of my rude remarks.

After this state lasted for a while, Le Yao finally spoke before me: "Asshole, let me come up and sit too."

"I'm not stopping you, just come up if you want."

"Give me a hand...I don't have your grasshopper-like legs, so I can go up in a swish."

After saying that, Le Yao handed her hand to me. I was stunned for a moment, then changed the cigarette to my left hand, and held her with my stronger right hand...

The cold wind blew untimely again, and the smell of tobacco on my fingers, the smell of tractor oil, and the mint-like smell of Le Yao's body blended in the air, and then I felt the warmth of her palms, which made me feel for the first time For the first time, I felt: We can be so close to each other.

She seemed to feel the same way, so after coming up, she sat down next to me. I was still smoking, and she looked around, and then sighed with me: "This should be the place with the best view in the entire cultural and creative park!"

"What did you see?"

"Broken bricks and tiles, dry weeds, undisposed garbage, and dilapidated factory buildings..."

"There is no life at all."

"At first glance, it looks lifeless, but there's no need to jump to conclusions so early...look across."

While I put out my cigarette, I looked across from where Le Yao was talking and saw a female cat lying under the street lamp that had no shade. The kitten is sucking greedily...

At this time, Le Yao said to me again: "New life, new beginning, isn't this the vitality?"

After a brief silence, I replied: "A stray female cat raises a few stray kittens... Even if it shows signs of life, what's the point of seeing life equal to suffering and wandering?"

"Fortunately, they met us...we can adopt them and give them a warm home in this upcoming cultural and creative park."

I laughed: "Why, do you really want to restore the story of Miss Cat and the Butcher to reality?"

"Do you want to?"

Before I opened my mouth, Le Yao said again: "As long as you are willing, I am willing... You see there is a workshop opposite, which is particularly suitable to be transformed into a coffee shop. Then we can sell coffee and adopt stray cats at the same time... etc. There are so many stray cats adopted, how happy it is to watch them jumping up and down every day!”

"Your coffee shop is easy to implement, but what should I do with my pork stall?... This is a cultural and creative park, not a vegetable market."

"I have never seen such a dogmatic person like you, so you can't change your mind and think about it... You can run a coffee shop with me. If you go to the market every day to buy some raw meat for these stray cats, isn't it the same as killing them? ...If there is no buying and selling, there is no killing...The important thing is that you commit the crime of killing, not that you are actually allowed to be a butcher.”

I was speechless because of Le Yao's logic, and after a while I said, "Why should I commit murder and let you gain merit?"

"Because you are too free and there is no such causal relationship. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you."

"Then you can commit murder and I can accumulate merit, which will also form a cause-and-effect relationship."

"No, no... good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years. If this causal relationship is reversed, I will be the first to die!"

"You say I'm a disaster?"

"You don't think you're not a disaster, do you?"

"It depends on how you define it... If you define it from a macro perspective, I am the most scarce good young man in this society."

"Three good young people, which ones are they?"

"Uh..." I was a little embarrassed, and I touched the tip of my nose out of habit, and then said: "Don't worry about which three are good, as long as you know that I am a man who behaves upright and sits upright..."

"Haha, what's the difference between you and those people who talk about others' three views all day long, but don't even know which three views they are?"

I was even more embarrassed, so I lit another cigarette to cover up...

Le Yao didn't look very aggressive, or her mind was not on competing with me. She habitually held her chin and looked at the abandoned workshop, feeling absent-minded for a while.

Suddenly, she giggled again, as if she already had a picture of the coffee shop being completed in her mind; this made me feel the expectation in her heart, and finally said: "Although this cultural and creative park looks dilapidated, in my heart I feel I don’t reject it... If I were asked to stay here and do something... I might open an instrument training class... and then during the winter and summer vacations, I would take those talented children and play our music Caravan, touring all over the country..." My mind had been opened. After a pause, I looked forward to it again and said, "My ideal is not limited to music caravans, I may also perform in different places. In the city, I will open many sentimental coffee shops, interesting bars, and unfettered youth hostels... Eventually a route will be formed on the map... I may make some money, and then use the money to give back to the society. Vulnerable groups...such as patients with depression, I know the pain of depression too well, so if this route can really be formed, I will definitely invite some patients with depression to participate from time to time, using coffee shops and bars as a carrier, Insert the concepts of freedom, romance, and care into their broken spiritual world... Maybe, they will not be so painful and negative..."

After saying that, I lit another cigarette, and then imagined the scene that I described for the first time, and I smiled stupidly like Le Yao...

"Is there really such a path? ...Full of humanistic care?"

This was a question Le Yao raised to me, but in the end it was she who answered: "There will definitely be... Zhaoyang, your path will start from this cultural and creative park... I have already thought about it. Well, the name of this coffee shop is called your favorite city in the sky... Uh... She is a city that is crystal clear but always silent. She has a kind of magic power that makes people forget their worries and pain. Forget glitz, when you live in, nothing will matter anymore, because you will transform into a crystal clear bird, break through all constraints, and shuttle in the wind of freedom..."

I looked at Le Yao, and she repeated my description of "City in the Sky" word for word!

At this time, the cold wind messed up her hair again, and also made me very awake. I laughed "haha" and said: "Can you face the reality first... Even the money you paid for your aunt's towel was rewarded by others... …You dare to brazenly say that you want to open a coffee shop?”