ray of light cafe

It's the end of November, and Guangzhou is still very warm, and it's not winter at all this winter.

The roses in the small courtyard are still blooming pink, like clouds, and the Four Seasons Osmanthus at the gate of the courtyard is still full of tender yellow flowers, with a fragrant fragrance.

It's just that the weather is not so good.

It was Saturday, around four o'clock in the afternoon, the whole sky was gray and gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain.

The shop manager's sister was not there, and Tao Fu was the only one in the cafe.

There were no customers either. Tao Fu simply tidied up the tables and bar counters, then went to the cabinet in the corner, turned on the floor lamp, and turned on the bronze gramophone-shaped stereo, playing his rainy playlist, feeling happy.

Warm yellow lights filled the room, soothing music sounded, and the gloomy weather outside was not annoying at once.

Tao Fu looked around in satisfaction, picked up the closing sign and was about to go to the courtyard gate to hang it up, and planned to come back and read a book on the sofa after closing the door.

But when he was less than one meter away from the courtyard door, the courtyard door was pushed open, and a guest came in, a man.

The first time he saw this guest, Tao Fu let out an "Ah" in his heart, his eyes widened and he was a little dumbfounded.

The client was young, in his 20s, tall, with clean cropped hair, wearing a fine white shirt with an army green jacket, khakis, and sneakers.

He is very good at dressing, although he has some strange color combinations, but he is as chic and handsome as a magazine pictorial.

Tao Fu admired the guest's outfit for a few seconds before looking at his face - the face is also beautiful, as handsome as a star.

The guest looked at Tao Fu and smiled, pointed to the closing sign in his hand and asked, "Is it closing?"

This laughter and these words entered Tao Fu's ears, making him "ah" in his heart again, "ah" for a while, and then "Huh huh?!"

It's too deep and magnetic... This sound suddenly feels like the music in the store has faded away.

"Are you closing the door?"

Seeing that Tao Fu opened his mouth stupidly and did not answer, the young male guest asked again.

"Oh, no, no," Tao Fu came back to his senses, smiled sheepishly, and quickly hid the closure sign behind him to make way for him, "Come in! What do you want to eat?"

The customer smiled again, his angular facial features softened and warmed up, and he replied as he walked into the store, "I want to eat chicken noodle soup."

Tao Fu followed the customers into the store, scratched his head and said awkwardly, "We don't sell chicken noodle soup."

The customer sat down by the window, leaned on the back of the sofa relaxedly, looked up and asked, "Then what do you sell?"

Tao Fu subconsciously looked at the table - there was only a clean white tablecloth and a bottle of roses, no menu - and he didn't answer in time.

The guest's deep and pleasant voice sounded again, "Or, what do you like best? What are you best at?"

Tao Fu raised his head to meet the guest's smiling eyes, and asked, "Me?"

The guest nodded, "Yeah."

"Lava chocolate, cappuccino coffee." Tao Fu tilted his head and thought about it, and smiled a little shyly, "I just learned to do latte art."

The guest smiled and nodded, "Okay, that's it."

Tao Fu smiled with a row of white teeth, "Okay, then... sir, wait a moment!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to the bar.

But another sentence came from behind, "Lian."

Tao Fu looked back and asked doubtfully, "Huh?"

The guest propped his head with his hands on the table, smiled at him and said, "My surname is Lian."

Tao Fu understood, "Okay, Mr. Lian."

The coffee needs to be brewed from coffee beans, and the lava chocolate cake needs to be baked in the oven, which is not so fast.While the oven and coffee machine were working, Tao Fu was idle for a short and long time.Tao Fu, who was idle, poured a glass of lemonade and sent it to Mr. Lian, the only guest, on a tray.When sending it over, Mr. Lian was looking sideways at the sky outside the window, with a gentle and calm expression, as if he was immersed in the background music.

Sensing Tao Fu bringing water, Mr. Lian turned to smile at him, "Thank you."

Tao Fu put down the water glass, "You're welcome."

But Mr. Lian didn't go to get the water glass, but reached out to touch the pocket of his trousers, and at the same time asked him softly: "Can I smoke?"

When Tao Fu heard this, he subconsciously wanted to frown, but felt it was wrong, so he raised his eyebrows instead, shook his head a few times while holding the wooden tray, and said softly but firmly, "No!"

"Okay, then I won't smoke." Mr. Lian smiled, put the cigarette case he took out back into his pocket with his left hand, and put the cigarette he was already holding behind his ear with his right hand.

Tao Fu doesn't like people smoking. Although Mr. Lian is good-looking even with cigarettes in his ears, his favorability for him has dropped.After the coffee was brewed and the flowers were drawn, and the oven dinged and the aroma of chocolate came out, Tao Fu politely and thoughtfully delivered the meal in silence. He didn't linger in front of the guests, and then silently went back behind the bar to wash the coffee machine and cups and plates.

The rainy day playlist on the phonograph was playing all the time, and the three songs "It's Raining in Tokyo", "Rainy Day", and "Rainy Night" were played, and even the food on the husband's table was finished.After eating, he remained silent as if he had something on his mind. When he went to the front desk to pay, he only used hand gestures and Tao Fu to signal, and walked out of the store after paying.

But he just took a step, a dazzling white lightning flashed across the gray sky, followed by rumbling thunder, and then, pea-sized raindrops fell with a crackle, falling on the roses in the courtyard and making the flowers bloom. Trembling wildly, it fell on the glass window and made the glass window blurred.

Seeing that Mr. Lian's footsteps stopped, Tao Fu immediately ran to the storage basket at the far corner of the bar and took out a transparent long-handled umbrella, walked to him with the umbrella, looked up at him and said, "You can borrow this first." for you--"

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by the guest shaking his head.

Mr. Lian shook his head, smiled slightly, looked at Tao Fu and said softly, "It's raining, so I don't want to leave, I want to stay and chat with you for a while."

Mr. Lian sat down on the sofa again and ordered another cup of coffee.

When Tao Fu went to make coffee, the shop was very quiet. Although the sound of the rain outside was loud, it was like a medium that isolated everything, making the shop an isolated island with only warm lights and soft music.

When Tao Fu brought the coffee to Mr. Lian's desk, the light music turned into a song again.

It wasn't just the wine last night that made me shed tears.

It is not only your tenderness that makes me reluctant to part.

A folk song that has been popular in the streets and alleys for a long time, "Chengdu".

"Sit." Mr. Lian said to Tao Fu who brought a glass of water after putting down the coffee.

"Yes." Tao Fu sat down on the sofa opposite Mr. Lian.

"I also sang this song." After taking a sip of coffee slowly and gracefully, Mr. Lian suddenly raised his head and said.

"Huh?" Tao Fu was at a loss when he heard this, what do you mean you have sung it too?So popular, who hasn't sung it yet?

"It's a cover on the Internet." Seeing that Tao Fu didn't understand, Mr. Lian added with a smile.

"Ah..." Tao Fu suddenly realized, and understood, this person's voice is so beautiful, singing on the Internet must be different from ordinary people like him, and will attract many people to listen to it, right?

"After the song was released, many people liked it, and the number of downloads is quite high." Mr. Lian held a coffee cup in his hand, looked out of the window, and said in a recalling tone, "Later, a friend of mine sent me a message on WeChat. , 'I always hear this song when I play mahjong in the restaurant downstairs in the community, and I think of you every time I hear it.'”

"Haha, playing mahjong, is he from Sichuan?" Tao Fu was drinking from a cup, and smiled.

"Well, from Chengdu." Mr. Lian turned his head to look at Tao Fu, nodded with a smile and continued, "I have never been to Chengdu, and I have a good impression of Chengdu because of him. At that time, it was also selfish to cover this song, so I sent it out. Seeing that as I expected, many people mentioned him and at him in the comments, I am very happy."

Tao Fu felt something was wrong, put down the water glass, and asked tentatively, "Is that friend... a girlfriend?"

Mr. Lian smiled faintly and shook his head.

Tao Fu blinked, thought for a while and asked, "Is that... ex-girlfriend?"

After hearing this, Mr. Lian was silent for two seconds, then raised his eyes, smiled helplessly and said, "He's a man."

Tao Fu's heart froze for a moment: "Ah..."

Mr. Lian suddenly pushed away the half-drunk coffee cup, folded his hands on the table idly, leaned forward a little, still had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes became serious, and said to Tao Fu: "Want to hear a story?"

The expression on the face close at hand, and the emotion in the voice in the ear, seemed to bewitch the Tao Talisman like magic, making him nod his head almost immediately and say, "I want to."

That evening, the rain kept falling and the music kept playing—just turned down.

On the sofa in the corner of Yilianguang Cafe, Tao Fu listened to a guest, Mr. Lian, tell a story about him and his friend from Chengdu. He turned on the iPad and watched the program that the friend sang on a certain TV station. .