writing coffee

I spent my last two days of vacation lazily and leisurely. On the first day of other people's vacation, I went to the store two hours earlier than usual to clean up.

In fact, such a holiday does not have much impact on "writing coffee". After all, it is rare to have the opportunity to travel far, and not many people are willing to waste time in a bookstore that only sells single-origin coffee.Even guests who come here from afar just want to confirm whether it is worthy of its reputation, and will not stay for too long.

So when I put the bookcase in the end, I seemed to be very calm. When I put the new book on it, I saw an interesting name and cover, and I would stop and look through it... so that when a guest came in, I Only to realize that the normal opening time had been missed, so he simply took out the small blackboard and postponed the opening time by two hours.

But why did someone still push the door open?

I turned around, "I'm sorry..." Seeing the person coming, I paused, and continued to smile politely, "We only open at two o'clock today."

"Oh, I know, you wrote it outside~" Qianli raised a bright smile, "But I'm not here for coffee today, I'm here to help!"

I raised my eyebrows, "Help make coffee?"

She rubbed her nose, felt guilty for a second, and immediately cheered up again, ran to me, picked up a new book from the cardboard box at my feet, "Help tidy up the bookcase!"

"Oh~" I nodded, pretending to be suddenly enlightened, "Well, thanks for your hard work~" Then I turned around and sat down at a nearby seat, so I could watch her tidy up the bookcase in my spare time.

She looked at me in shock, unable to speak for a while, and only complained silently with her eyes.

I expressed my confusion, and asked blankly, "What's the matter? Didn't you say that you would help organize the bookcases... I misunderstood?" After speaking, I made a gesture to stand up.

She waved her hands hastily, "No, no, no, you got me right, I want to help! Sit down! Sit down!" Then she twisted her smiling face and began to slowly put the new books on the bookcase according to the categories.

I couldn't help but raised the corner of my mouth, pressed it down again solemnly, picked up the phone, and flipped through it boredly.

I don't know how long it took before Qianli's voice came from above my head, "What are you looking at so seriously?"

I raised my head and glanced behind her, "Are you done?"

She staggered her body, reached out to the bookcase behind, and showed it proudly, "How is it? Awesome!"

"Excellent." I said without sincerity.

However, this kind of perfunctory did not affect her joyful mood in the slightest. She sat down opposite me and asked enthusiastically, "Are you browsing Moments?!"

"No." I haven't looked at Moments for many years.

"Oh, did you block me or you really don't post on Moments at all, I can't even see your updates!" This is a vocal accusation.

I chuckled, "I don't post on Moments."

She began to show a kind of surprise, and counted with her fingers: "Hey, you don't send WeChat Moments, you don't check Weibo, and you don't follow TV dramas..." Suddenly she stared at me with wide eyes, " What do you usually do?!"

Aren’t there still movies, Zhihu Tianya and Danmaku, how silly!I looked at her sympathetically, and replied calmly, "Read a book."

Fortunately, she was only silly once in a while, and looked at me at this time, not believing, "Then what were you looking at just now?"

I didn't bother to answer, so I handed her the phone directly.

"Huh? Is this... a hand pour pot?"

"Ah."

"Wow, the shape is good, the curve of this gooseneck is so beautiful..." She began to chatter into the phone, "The stainless steel wooden handle is very special, and the electric heating can adjust the temperature...Coffee Competition Collector's Edition! Do you want to buy this?"

"No."

"Huh? What's wrong?" She suddenly put on a posture of academic research that she was not ashamed to ask, and she almost took out her pen to take notes.

However, the real reason why I don't want to buy it is just, "Pink doesn't match my deep temperament."

"Hahaha, how dark are you!" She laughed, "Is there no other color for it?"

"No more." Apart from the color, I really like this hand pouring pot, but the designer doesn't want to consider my mood.

"Then what color do you think is good? Deep black?"

Hehe~ "This shape should not be suitable for black. I think the lines are too soft. White, the kind that looks thick... like the white that was dug out of a paint bucket, do you know what I mean?"

"Hmm." She suddenly showed me a gentle smile, and the meaning behind the smile was almost tolerant.It was only then that I realized that the person across from him was a top student of the Design Academy... Don't be too ashamed to say "like digging it out of a paint bucket"!

"Hey, this is a WeChat official account. So, do you like to read official accounts?" She seemed to have discovered a new world, showing great curiosity about my phone, "Can I check other official accounts?"

I shrugged, stood up to pack the empty cardboard boxes, and let her go.There are more than 100 public accounts in my WeChat subscription, coffee, literature, art, astronomy, geography, and natural science, which are enough for her to pass the time.

Take the cardboard box out to the nearby garbage collection point and throw it away. When you come back and open the door, someone rushes over with glowing eyes, "Murong Murong! It turns out that you also pay attention to the exhibition recommendation! Recently, the museum has a large East African I really want to go to the Mask Culture Exhibition, it looks amazing! Let’s go together, okay?"

Although she only asked "Is it okay" once, the way she looked at me was completely saying "Is it okay, okay, okay..."

I pushed her face away, "Not good."

"why?"

She actually asked me why... It's been less than three days since her confession was rejected...

"I don't have time on weekends." It's true.

"It's okay! I didn't plan to go to the exhibition on the weekend, it's like going to the market...We can go on Monday, don't you have a rest on Monday~"

Monday...

"You don't have class on Monday?"

"I don't have class on Monday morning, and I only have one after 4 pm. Is it okay to go in the morning?"

"Didn't you know that the museum is closed on Mondays?"

"..."

Haha.

This exhibition, which I originally planned to see, East African mask culture, sounds very interesting.But I don't intend to go with Qianli.Of course, it is more because I am used to doing these quiet things alone, such as watching exhibitions, drinking coffee, taking walks, and reading books.Not to alienate or hide from anything.

For me, Qianli's liking is far from the point where I have to deliberately show a certain attitude.

In fact, in my eyes, her liking is not much different from those of the three little sparrows.If there is any difference, it may be that she is more likable.

For the next seven days of vacation, Qianli came to "help" every day.

On the first day, she came half an hour earlier than the business hours.I was cleaning the glass at the time, so I locked her out and didn't open the door until exactly 12 o'clock.She barked her teeth and claws outside the door, begged bitterly, and finally entertained herself for half an hour before coming in aggrieved and ordering a cup of Yirgacheffe—of course, I made her Mandheling with a different flavor, She frowned and barely drank half of it, complaining, it was too strong!

The next day, she didn't arrive until around five o'clock in the afternoon.Brought me dinner. I don’t know which restaurant’s original pineapple baked rice is. It may be that the season is wrong. The whole pineapple shows a kind of stunted “liveness”, but overall it is quite delicious.

On the third day, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. She came over just before I got off work and brought a grapefruit.I asked her, you don't have to spend the holidays with your family?She said, "I finished dinner with them, and now I will watch the moon with you~" When she said this, there was still wet rain on the road outside, and the night sky was not clear at all.

On the fourth day, there were a lot of people for no apparent reason. She rushed into the bar excitedly and said she would help me wash the cups, but I kicked her out mercilessly, "Don't just walk into the barista's bar." I said.She stuck out her tongue, said sorry in a low voice, and then wanted to stand in front of the bar to help customers deliver food.I took a small plate and filled her with a few pieces of handmade cookies, and poured her a glass of warm water, good boy, go read a book.She said "Oh", and finally stopped messing with me.

On the fifth day, hehe, he was promising, and he came with Uncle Xiao.

As soon as Uncle Xiao came in, he clearly chose the seat closest to the bar to sit down, and politely ordered a glass of Mandheling, "Little Qianli, I will help you get some for Uncle later!"

Xiao Qianli responded "flattered", and stood eagerly in front of the bar and waited.

I didn't bother to tease them, so I made him a glass of mandheling at a water-to-powder ratio of 1:5.

Qianli happily brought it to him carefully, "Uncle, please use it slowly~"

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome~"

funny.

Uncle Xiao took a sip, then coughed twice with a smile, "Little Qianli, can you help uncle get two bags of sugar?"

Qianli didn't know, so she came over and asked me for two packets of sugar, which I gave.

After a while, "Oh, do you have tissues?"

Qianli came over graciously and took out two tissues.

"This glass of water is not ice enough, can you add more ice for me?"

Qianli came over with a cup in her hand, but I didn't answer it, and smiled and said to her, "Tell him to eat shit."

Then Uncle Xiao sprayed coffee liquid all over the table, and it was Qianli who wiped it clean for him.

On the sixth day, the remaining time of the holiday was very tight, Qianli finally encountered one of the three little sparrows... again.

When Wanzitou came in, Qianli was sitting in a corner reading a book, only the back of her head could be seen from the direction of the door and the bar, I don't know how she recognized it...

"Sister Totoro?!" Wanzi shouted in a low voice, then gave me a look of surprise, and went straight to that corner without even saying hello to me.

I:"……"

Because the store was too quiet, I felt that they were almost communicating with body and lip language, and Wanzitou sat opposite Qianli and gestured with his hands and feet as if he was suffering from epilepsy.

After about half an hour, the remaining two also rushed to the scene, without even looking at me, they just shouted "Hello, sister!" and passed me like a shooting star...

Well, four little sparrows, I thought.

In the evening, it was time for the children to go home for dinner, and the four reluctantly waved goodbye to each other as if they had completed a historic meeting.I looked at the mysterious and satisfied expressions on their faces, and I didn't bother to be curious.

On the seventh day, I didn't open a shop.