My senior is too affectionate

After class, it was still early, but at this time, the sky was covered with snowflakes. Meng Luo hated the whiteness. In her eyes, the so-called innocence was undoubtedly just a hypocritical expression.

The intimate couples snuggling in the corner seem to like this snowflake very much. It seems that in the eyes of these children, this is romance!And what about the company of love until old age?What does it feel like, can't you escape?

When Meng Luo pushed open the glass door, there were no customers in the shop. After all, those barbers were young men, very impetuous, so they were all let out to find someone to play with, and sat quietly on the small sofa in the corner The proprietress who flipped through the book heard the crisp bell ringing when the door opened, and raised her head to look at her with a smile.

"It was cold when you came back, right?" The proprietress's voice was soft, and the way she smiled was always a bit shy and gentle. This is the strength shown after the vicissitudes of life!

Shaking her head, Meng Luo replied: "It's okay, the snowflakes are quite beautiful." Meng Luo forced herself to say this, she took out a cup of coffee that was still warm from the paper bag she held in her hand, and handed it to the proprietress, He also took his share and sat opposite her.

After taking a few sips of the bland latte, I really didn't feel anything, and it didn't taste good, not even as good as boiling a glass of water!Monroe put down the paper cup, and her eyes fell on the book that the proprietress was flipping through on the light-colored wooden table.

It was an old book with yellowed edges, but although the paper was old, it looked smooth and clean because of the owner's careful collection.A yellowed photo that was turned upside down on the page covered most of the text, and the words exposed from the edge were densely packed like a diary.

"Boss, what is this? Why is it so old?" Meng Luo saw the worn paper, "This is a diary from a long time ago, I guess the supermarket can't even buy this book."

The proprietress lowered her long and slender eyelashes, casting a faint shadow in her eyes, and said, "Yes, it has changed. Time will not only destroy people, but this notebook will not escape the rot. Destiny is just the emotion conveyed in this diary, it is so sincere, it will never disappear!"

Meng Luo touched it and continued: "It's too connotative, I can't understand it at all, maybe the feeling is sincere, but it will still disappear, just like a candle, even if it illuminates everyone, it can't be understood. In the end, all that was left was the babbling." As she spoke, she raised her chin and looked at the diary spread out on the table.

"This diary was left by a friend of mine, but she may not come back to take it away." The proprietress raised a small arc on her lips, "I just remembered after looking at this diary, I still owe you money." She promised one game at a time, but unfortunately she will never be able to keep it."

Seeing the proprietress turn her attention back to the window again, Monroe also got up and took down a magazine from the bookshelf and began to read it.As for the bitter diary, he was not interested in reading it. Although the proprietress was very supportive of her, this kind of insignificant concern was not enough for the demon blood flowing in her body, and she instinctively rejected external emotions.

Seeing the bottom of the coffee in the paper cup at hand, Meng Luo saw that the proprietress sitting opposite was still sipping with relish, and asked, "Madam proprietress, why don't you drink the coffee in the shop?"

"Obviously we have coffee making tools in our own store, and I think my craftsmanship is comparable to that of the waiters in that store, so I can't find it anywhere." Meng Luo looked at the proprietress with her face in her hands.

"Yeah, your craftsmanship is so superb that my old coffee machine had to be replaced with a white box"

"...Uh, if the old one doesn't go away, the new one won't come." Then he rolled his eyes and said, "It's not because your old antique is too old, I just lightly press it and it breaks."

"It's really confusing black and white. I think I'm too much when you say that." The proprietress raised her head, her bright black eyes were full of smiles. "I see which boy will chase you, so he can say that he can't see you greeting a few guests."

"Auntie, don't avoid the topic. Tell me first why my coffee doesn't suit your old man's wishes."

The proprietress smiled and sighed, and said: "It's not that the coffee you make is not good, but I miss the taste of the past. I used to drink it when I was in school, so I got used to it. In my heart, it is the best thing to drink."

In fact, she is just perfunctory to Mengluo, as far as her coffee is made, it is exactly the same as Banlangen, but it is still a thousand miles away from Banlangen. Every time I bring it to her, to be honest, I don’t feel like I’m drinking coffee, but coffee. drink yourself...

"Hey, the memories of that time are really sweet!" The proprietress seemed to recall some beautiful things, and the smile on her lips became deeper and deeper, and she could vaguely see a little innocence. "No matter how long it takes, I can still remember this taste..."

Meng Luo pretended to nod to agree with this explanation. I don't know if some of them were thrown onto stones when Nu Wa threw mud at people, so her mind was abnormal, and she was tired of thinking so much!In this regard, the life of the demons is more beautiful, at least do what you want, even if you run outside without clothes, no one cares, it's so free, and anyone who doesn't like it is just beaten up, which is so much fun.

But thinking that this kind of life might never come back, I lowered my head and continued flipping through magazines.Seeing her childish expression, the proprietress also smiled and lowered her head to read.

However, only the proprietress herself knows that after a long time has passed, what she will always miss is not just a cup of plain and cheap coffee.What she misses, and what she never forgets, is just the person who shared this taste with her.

The snowflakes were still drifting, and it was unknown when they would stop. After a while, the small wind chime on the door jingled crisply, and the glass door was pushed open by the guest.

Meng Luo got up, thinking that now the barbers are going to pick up girls, and it just so happens that he can show his skills. After so many days, he can finally practice the real head. Uh, why do you feel that saying this sentence is a bit scary... …

Meng Luo went up to meet her, and shouted with a smile: "Welcome!" She looked at the proprietress who was still sitting on the sofa reading a book and seemed to be laughing at her behavior. One can imagine how the proprietress could let her do it, otherwise she would be elegant. His long hair should turn into a shining bald gourd, which is not bad, but it would be embarrassing if there are a few bright red spots left.

"Excuse me, what do you need?" Monroe asked politely, while also looking at the simple woman in front of her.

It was a woman in her thirties, with loose hair, and a few white strands were obvious. It could be seen that the years had put a lot of pressure on him, and the most unsuitable thing was the necklace she wore around her neck. It is the most valuable thing on her body. The price of the clothes on her body multiplied by 100 is probably not worth as much as that necklace.

The woman's voice can also be heard to be full of vicissitudes. She looked at the proprietress who was sitting quietly reading a book in the corner, and said, "I left a diary here. I don't know if the store has thrown it away?"

Hearing such a familiar yet slightly unfamiliar voice, the proprietress suddenly raised her head in disbelief.A few tables and chairs away, only a dozen meters away, that person was standing in front of her eyes.

That year they walked together, went shopping together, and shared the same youthful throbbing together.We met almost every day, but I didn't cherish her. At that time, she only regarded her as a talking machine. She wanted to say a few words, but she didn't want to say a few words, and she didn't want to look at her.

Memories of the past and the reality are intertwined and overlapped, and they look at each other countless times, feeling each other's body temperature, and those tiny fragments of warmth wake up one after another with her appearance.Accompanying it, there are those who suffer again and again in the middle of the night.The body seemed to be one step ahead of the brain, and the language of the complex organization finally turned into her name, which was silently recited in her heart, but she couldn't make a sound.

She won't forget, but she can't call out, she is clearly in front of her eyes, and she still wears the necklace that she gave her, although it is just a random necklace, but she still wears it.

The proprietress called the other party's name and ran over quickly, but the other party was getting farther and farther away, and she couldn't catch up. Tears ran across the cheeks of the proprietress, and she was really in pain. She has been in guilt for so many years , everything is her sin.It's all their own fault...

The proprietress opened her tears-drenched eyes, looked at Meng Luo, who was obsessed with fashion magazines, wiped her eyes, took a sip of water, and carefully put away the diary.

Sure enough, this was all a dream, because she would never come back, and she was the one who buried her life with her own hands, the proprietress thought so, sighed, couldn't help it, tears fell down once.