writing coffee

Originally, I made up my mind to stay until the day before the "October" before going back. I even booked the air ticket for the morning of September NO.30.

As a result, the weather forecast said a strong typhoon.I had no choice but to refund the ticket and take the high-speed train back a few days in advance.

After a nine-hour drive, I took a taxi from the high-speed rail station to get home, and the street lights along the street were all on.I put my luggage away, took a shower, went downstairs to the entrance of the community to have dinner, and decided to visit the store.

The typhoon is expected to land in the middle of the night. Now, it's windy, but it hasn't rained yet, but the wind blowing on my face is already a little cool.At this time, there are more pedestrians on the road than usual, like crabs rushing to the beach to look for food when the tide recedes, disturbing the leisure of the row of kapoks.

As a meteorological disaster, the word "typhoon" should be much more friendly to the residents of the southeastern coastal cities than to the northern people like "cold wave" and "sandstorm".Because it always occurs in the hottest season of the year, the sweltering heat is temporarily relieved by strong winds and rainstorms, allowing people in the deep furnace to take a breath.Moreover, for urban residents, typhoons most of the time just mean travel inconvenience.

Its true ruthlessness has never been manifested in places that cannot be built with reinforced concrete.The hard work of ten thousand hectares of fertile land was wiped out overnight, the old tree in front of the door was uprooted and overwhelmed the old house that watched it grow up, the sea water stretched its bloody mouth to the land, swallowing the docks, roads and houses, breeding Dead bodies littered the pond.But in just a few hours, when he came, he was aggressive, and when he left, he was devastated...

I stood across the road and glanced at the facade of "Writing Coffee" from a distance, and couldn't help laughing.It sat alone and darkly under the street lamp, beside a tall and silent kapok tree, the surrounding light seemed to be sucked in by it, unintentionally showing a cold temperament, and the pedestrians passing by it did not Consciously quickened the pace.

When I crossed the road and took a closer look, it was no different from when I left. The small notice was completely hung inside the door, protected by a layer of glass, and not even a grain of powder fell off.When I opened the door, I was greeted with a thick and dry smell of books. The aroma of coffee had been exhausted, waiting for me to grind it again.

I turned on a few small lights, took down the small blackboard for notifications, hung out the sign that I was resting, and locked the door from the inside. Then I walked slowly into the bar, took out a small bag of old beans that had been reported damaged from the locker, and opened it. Smell the packaging, it is still very fragrant.Then plug in the grinder, pour in the whole bag of beans, and start grinding.

In just a few moments, the smell of coffee filled the entire space. "Writing coffee" seemed to come alive. The aroma of books and coffee collided in the air, lingering, and blended into an intoxicating mellow aroma. Take a deep breath, you just can't stop .

I didn't intend to do anything, and I didn't mean to make a cup of coffee. I just wanted to sit down and smell the familiar smell. It would be great to be in a daze.

The tables and chairs were covered with a thin layer of dust. I took two paper towels and wiped one of the chairs clean, and wiped the tabletop by the way. Then I went to the bookcase and took a random book as a prop. I sat down and started to wander .

I don't know how long I've been swimming, and which country I've been to. I vaguely heard someone knocking on my door. Maybe the wind blew something?

After a while, there was another knock on the door, this time much clearer, accompanied by a vague call, Murong...Murong...

Murong?Oh, call me.

I came back to my senses completely, turned my head to look in the direction of the glass door, and saw Qianli.

I don't know why, but I was a little surprised at first, because I thought it was a guest who wanted to come in for a cup of coffee at such a night, but when I found out that it was Qianli, I didn't seem surprised at all, as if her appearance was a matter of course, and As if I knew she would come.

When I first looked up and saw her, she was almost stuck to the door glass, as if breaking in at any time, and only after she successfully caught my attention did she come down from the glass, standing there in an orderly manner, waiting, You can feel her burning eyes through the glass.

Of course I wouldn't turn her away, I walked over and unlocked it, the door opened a crack, and she couldn't wait to come over, "Murong! You're back..."

The undisguised joy in her eyes seemed to reflect the starlight of the entire Milky Way, which was astonishingly bright.

I smiled unconsciously, "Come in first." After opening all the doors, I realized that the wind had become stronger, the air was a little damp, and there were few people on the road.

"When did you come back?" She entered the door and stood behind me. After I locked the door again, she followed my footsteps and walked inside. She asked in a soft tone as she walked.

"I just came back not long ago." I walked to the place just now and sat down by myself, "Why are you still outside in this weather and passing by again?"

"No, I came here on purpose to see if you're here. I'm so lucky today!" As he said that, he wanted to sit down opposite me, but I stopped him with my hand.

"Dirty, go to the bar and get some paper towels to wipe it off."

"Oh~" she responded, and quickly ran to the bar, then quickly ran back with a tissue, wiped the chairs with unusual speed, and then sat down.

I had enough time to watch her perform, and couldn't help saying, "Magic?"

She laughed "hehe~" without any rebuttal. She simply lay down on the table with her arms resting on her chin, raised her eyes and asked me, "Did you come back by plane?"

"No, I took the high-speed train in advance because I was afraid that the flight would be cancelled."

"Take the high-speed rail, it will take a long time!" She seemed very surprised, and raised her chin from her arms, "Are you tired?"

I don't know if it's because I haven't seen her for more than half a month, but she seems to be a little sticky.Like a glutinous rice cake, it is soft, but because it is sprinkled with peanut powder, it is not sticky and annoying.

"It's much better than flying." I replied casually.

"Huh?" She rolled her eyes, "Are you afraid of heights?"

"No...you come here every day to see if I'm here?"

She blinked, "No, I just stopped by to have a look when I'm free~"

Where did it come from?

"Didn't I promise you that I would tell you when I came back early?"

"Hmm..." She thought about it seriously, as if she was taking a Chinese test, she carefully worded her words, and finally made a half-joke, "You can see things and think about others~"

This reminded me of the reason why Xiao Churan chose to stand on the opposite side of me, and suddenly decided to try the set of "will definitely be beaten" rhetoric.

"You don't have to go to cram school on weekends?"

"I told you it's professional training!" She was indignant, "I've passed it! Even if I need to make up for it, I'll make it up for others, okay..."

I chuckled and continued to ask casually: "Is industrial design difficult?"

"It's okay, mainly because of my IQ, it's hard to find it difficult—"

"Qianli." I suppressed my smile a little, looked into her eyes, and called out softly, interrupting her self-inflation, and also... tearing off her disguise a little.

"...Huh?" Anxiety began to emerge in her eyes. The cautious fragility, unconscious pleading, and humble expectation made me suddenly very sad.

Xiao Churan went back to his alma mater to start a scholarship. As the former No.1 design school, she couldn't have known about it. What she didn't know was how much Xiao Churan would reveal to me, so she pretended nothing happened.

She must have been very sad when she saw my message at the door of "Writing Coffee" for the first time.She must have been very disturbed when she called me.She came by once a day to make sure I was there, out of fear that my promise was just a matter of courtesy.

"Your Uncle Xiao thinks that I made him not be your direct senior brother, what do you think?"

Her pupils shrank sharply following my voice, and her face collapsed.However, she met my gaze, neither dodging nor dodging, neither humble nor overbearing, after a long stalemate, as if she finally gave up, she answered clearly word by word, "I think, although it is because of you, I can't blame you, blame me for going my own way."

I couldn't hold back a wry smile, I stepped back and looked at her unceremoniously.I found that I always seemed to "misunderstand" her.She looks small and exquisite, like a fragile porcelain doll, but she is always tougher than I expected, which catches me off guard.Don't blame her, blame me for judging people by their appearance.

However this doesn't change anything.

"I like you," she said.

"Thank you." I replied calmly.

"Do you like me?"

"I already have someone I like."

Her eyes widened suddenly, her expression was unbelievable, as if it was a scary thing for me to have someone I like... She never seemed to have thought about this possibility, and she even subconsciously asked: " Really?"

I didn't answer, just looked at her silently.Sometimes, silence is more convincing than vows.

The hurt look flashed across her face, so fast that I almost had no time to catch it, she asked stubbornly and without hesitation, "Then the person you like, does she like you?"

It's hard to say how I'm feeling right now, she's really... oh, it's too much...

The wind outside seemed to be getting stronger, blowing so chaotically that the soda cans that fell down were rolling around on the ground, clanging loudly.

"Qianli, it's windy. If you don't leave, there will be no car to go home later." I stood up from my seat, didn't look at her, just took the book and put it on the bookcase.

"Murong..." She mumbled behind me.

I turned around and went to the bar, took the key, and then walked back to her, and said lightly, "Let's go."

She stood up abruptly and said eagerly, "I'll take you home!"

I really laughed, looked at her helplessly, and walked straight to the door.

After locking the door, I ignored her and walked towards my house, she followed step by step without saying a word.

The roads are empty and there are very few cars.After walking for a short distance, an empty taxi came from the opposite side. I raised my hand to signal it, and it turned around and stopped on the side of the road.

"Murong..."

I walked over, opened the back seat door, turned to look at her, and said weakly: "Tell me when you get home." Then I held the door and waited for her to get in.

She struggled for a while, finally compromised, bent down and sat in, and still reminded me: "Then be careful on your own way!"

I raised my eyebrows as an answer, closed the car door, and waited for the car to drive out before continuing on alone.Walking and walking, the exhaustion of the day's journey finally seeped out from the body a little bit.

When I got home, before I could sit down on the sofa, my phone rang.I glanced at the notification of the incoming call, and couldn't help but touch my forehead. The words "Xiaoqianli" appeared on the screen, vibrating happily with the phone.

I walked over and collapsed on the sofa, and waited until the ringing was about to die before picking up the phone, "Hello."

"Murong~ I'm home~"

"kindness."

"What about you? Are you home yet?"

"arrive."

"Don't you want to answer my call?" She was actually aggrieved, complaining pitifully, "You said you would tell you when you got home..."

I didn't ask you to call me!

"Jian Qianli, if you keep talking so much, I'll bore you!" I said viciously with the last bit of strength I had.

"Oh, let's not talk about it." She said good night cheerfully, and then hung up the phone.

I closed my eyes and sighed slowly, feeling that I was in trouble...

The author has something to say:

I'm very sorry...the recent update is very slow and irregular...Moreover, this state may last until "October". After the holiday, try to resume updating every two days, so, uh, I'm very sorry...