writing coffee

The light in the exhibition hall is a little dark, and there are only lights above each display cabinet, which may be to match the mystery of the mask culture.

At the entrance is a long face with a long beard like a halberd. The whole mask is as high as two-thirds of a thousand pears, and the material looks like thick wood. I really don’t know what such a mask is for. of……

Qianli obviously also had such doubts, "Wow, is this worn on the face?"

Cultural relics workers also seem to know little about it, and only indicate the source on the label.I think, maybe it's just a failed work of a carpenter's apprentice...

"I don't know, but masks don't have to be worn on the face, some of them may be just decorations, or as a symbol."

"Yeah." She nodded solemnly in the dark.

My purpose of visiting the exhibition is obviously different from that of Qianli.As a passer-by who has no research on mask culture, I am purely here to gain insight. I followed the exhibitor’s instructions and looked carefully at the showcases one by one. When I saw something particularly weird, I approached it and read the explanation next to it, and then Sighing silently in my heart, this is a habit I have developed from watching exhibitions alone for a long time.

As a student majoring in design, Qianli came here with a learning attitude and collected materials by the way.After entering the exhibition hall, she took out a SLR from her backpack and hung it around her neck. After the two "hmmmm", she started shooting from various angles.I stood there and looked at her for a while, the expression on her face became very focused, every line of sight projected from her eyes seemed to be examining, or probing, without any jokes, which made her whole temperament change. It's different.

Girls are also very handsome when they are serious.I left her and went to visit on my own.

I don’t know if it’s because of the Tuesday morning or because of the last day of the exhibition. The people who saw the exhibition were sparse, and even the staff patrolling the venue showed a comfortable attitude of appreciating art.

From time to time, Qianli would stop in front of the same showcase with me, exchanging a few questions or exclamations, or amateur academic exchanges, and then I would be left behind because I wanted to stop to take pictures, and catch up after a while, and so on. , until I read the last mask near the exit.

I looked back to her and found that she was patting me.

I wasn't very surprised, and I didn't care too much. A certain person was even more frank. He took the camera away and gave me a big smile, as if sharing with me the joy of her successful candid photography... It can be regarded as a clear stream in the candid photography world. .

I am now waiting for her to finish taking the last mask, and then walk towards the exit together.Just after leaving the door, I was stunned by a group of elementary school students wearing red scarves at the entrance. Seeing dozens of babbling kids being led in, Qianli and I looked at each other and smiled, all from each other's eyes. Captured a trace of luck of "escaping disaster".

"Do you want to stop by to see other exhibitions?" I asked her.It seems that there is an exhibition of Ming and Qing calligraphy and painting works recently, but I am not very interested, so I don't remember the time. I don't know if Qianli is interested.

She took out her mobile phone and looked at the time, "No, don't you want to go back to open the shop at twelve o'clock?"

"What time do you have class in the afternoon?"

"02:30, there are two professional courses today, and one elective tonight..." She curled her lips and dragged her voice, trying to win my sympathy.

But I don't sympathize with her at all, "What right do people who don't have to go to class all morning have the right to complain here?"

She didn't answer, stared at my face for a long time, pursed her lips and smiled.

I raised my eyebrows, "Any comments?"

"Murong, I found you..." She said, but fell silent after speaking halfway.

"how do I?"

She showed an unfathomable smile like a magic stick, it was not a secret, but she really didn't intend to make it clear.I am not at all curious.

"Would you like something to eat before going back to school?"

"No!" She rejected my proposal without hesitation, and then added, of course, "I want to take the subway with you!"

I gave a soft "oh", turned a corner and walked towards the side entrance of the museum, "Then I will eat it myself."

"Hey, where are you going?" She followed up, suddenly stopped, and felt blessed, "Murong! You are not going back to the store today?!"

I ignored her and continued to walk, so she leaned over and grabbed my arm and asked excitedly, "Why? Haven't you come back all day?"

I intentionally answered straight and straight: "You haven't been to the store for a long time, maybe you don't know, the store is closed on Tuesday..."

"It's all because of someone..." She muttered dissatisfiedly, but she still dragged me, "But it's not important anymore! Murong, I suddenly realized that I just misremembered the timetable. In fact, there is no class today, it's tomorrow!"

It seems that she is ready to go to the house to expose the tiles?I glanced at her faintly, but didn't answer.

"Haha~ Just kidding, just kidding!" She smirked twice, her tone brisk, "Then what shall we eat now?"

"Here we are." I stopped outside a small glass door. From this angle, I could see the barista wearing a denim apron at the coffee bar not far from the room taking the ground coffee from the grinder. pink.

"Cafe!" Qianli exclaimed, looking forward to it.

At this time, the glass door was pulled open from the inside, and a tall and thin woman came out, wearing the same apron as the barista at the bar. When she saw me, she was obviously taken aback, and then her eyes fell on my left hand On the arm, and moved to my face, temporarily aphasia.

"Morning, **en." I greeted with a smile.

She finally found her own voice: "Murong?" She looked at Qianli with a vague meaning, "Long time no see...bringing friends for coffee?"

"Tea." I said.

"Haha~" She opened the door for us, "Sit down first, I'll be back later."

"Hmm." The door was a bit narrow, Qianli let go of my arm and walked in first, but when I was about to lift my heel up, I was held back by **en.

"Girlfriend?" she asked in a low voice.

I pointed to where she was holding her back, "If this counts."

She bounced off exaggeratedly, "Misunderstanding...I'm going to the bathroom, soon!" Then she turned and left.

I had to push open the glass door again and walk in. When I passed the bar, the barista smiled and said "Welcome!" He should be a newcomer, and he didn't know me.

This is a coffee western restaurant opened at the side entrance of the museum. It has been around for several years. It is one or two years younger than "Writing Coffee", so it is called "Museum Cafe".

General coffee and western restaurants serve coffee, western food, tea and wine, and the "museum cafe" is no exception. There is a whole wall of wine cabinets with a wide range of wines, but there is no single product for coffee.So I really didn't come here for coffee, just barely for tea.It’s just that the environment here is good. All the decorations in the store range from the sculptures in the main entrance to the lamps on the table and the paintings on the walls. Everything has its own background, and some of them even have a big background, which is equivalent to half a million dollars. an exhibition hall.Of course, also because the boss is nice, so I will come and sit down every time I finish watching the exhibition.

Qianli wasn't waiting for me on the seat, she was excited to explore like a child at the playground for the first time.

"Murong Murong!" She couldn't restrain the excitement in her heart and could only control the volume as much as possible, "I've seen pictures of this chandelier in books, textbooks! And this one, I know the designer, he gave a lecture in our school! "

I was afraid that she would get carried away, so I picked a seat nearby and sat down: "Calm down, aren't you tired after standing for so long just now? Sit down first."

She obediently sat down across from me, but still couldn't hide her admiration, and sighed in a dreamy tone: "Wow, it's amazing! This coffee shop..."

I decided not to disturb her world anymore.

The waiter quickly came over with two glasses of water, and took away the extra set of cutlery. I told him to order and call him over later, and he left gracefully... At this time, Qianli was still there fugue.

I don’t care about her, just opened the menu and flipped through it casually, wanting to see if there are any new products——Because I went on a trip last time and went through the "[-]th" long holiday, I really haven’t been here for a long time, no wonder* *en Seeing me is like hell.

"Murong~" Qianli finally regained consciousness and called me.

"Huh?" It's really a new product, but unfortunately it's pasta, which I don't like.

"Look at me~"

I glanced up at her, saw her starry eyes, and continued to look down at the menu.

"Hey!" She had no choice but to support herself, half of her body lying on the table and leaning in front of me, "When I become an excellent designer in the future, I will replace all the decorations of 'Writing Coffee' with works designed by me, so that Everything in the store is a 'masterpiece'!"

I couldn't help but look up at her again.Her face was close at hand, her expression was so serious that it was almost innocent, her eyes were crystal clear, and even the tip of her nose outlined a firm arc.Seeing that I didn't answer, I asked again in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

For some reason, I think the ending sound of the word "good" is a bit attractive.

I put down the menu and leaned on the back of the chair, "Then, what else do you eat, excellent designer Jane? Hurry up and go back to school and hang your butt."

She crawled back slowly and sat down, "You have the strength to hang your butt after you have eaten enough."

"No wonder the school always likes to organize elementary school students to visit museums. It seems that the infectious effect of art is still very obvious~" I made fun of her.

In the end, she retorted seriously: "It's not the appeal that art gave me, art just gave me a little inspiration."

It's time to end this topic, I think.

"Hello, what do you want to drink?" **en finally came back, she walked up to me, and bowed to Qianli, "Is it the first time for the little beauty? Would you like me to introduce you to her?" ?” After speaking, he blinked his eyes.

I began to regret bringing Qianli here, and I forgot that this crazy woman never cared about the occasion or who she was.Just about to give her a kick and tell Qianli to ignore her, Qianli spoke first: "Okay, thank you big beautiful sister!"

"Oh, you are so cute!" A certain person was so excited, he glanced at me happily, and simply moved to Qianli's side, completely ignoring me, "Wait a minute, my sister will make you a cup of coffee with my own hands! Let's see what to eat, pasta or Steaks?"

Qianli thought for two seconds, "Let's have pasta, my sister can help me choose one~ What do you eat, Murong?"

Before I could answer, someone took the lead and spread his hands in disgust, "Hand-brew South African black tea with a piece of plain grilled cheese—this happens every day, I don't want to do her business at all."

"Haha~" Qianli was amused by her, but she did not forget to defend me, "It means that Murong is a very dedicated person, right Murong?"

"Well, that's only one aspect," I said.

Qianli was very cooperative, "What's the other side?"

"Talk slowly, I don't want to know what the other side is!" A certain person turned around gracefully, leaving behind a haughty back.

"Haha, sister **en is the manager of this store? It's fun~" Qianli obviously liked this place more.

"Well, it's also the boss."

"Oh! So what's the other side?"

"Not ready yet."

"Hahaha……"

**en quickly brought a cup of latte over, I glanced at the patterns on it, tsk tsk...

"Wow, is this a rose? It's amazing!" Qianli was flattered and responded sweetly, "Thank you sister~"

A certain person was very helpful, "You're welcome, it's rare for Murong to bring such a cute little beauty here." Then he changed the subject and pretended to mention it casually, "This is the first time Murong has brought a friend here..."

Qianli immediately turned her head to look at me, and I said nonchalantly: "Don't tell me I come here every day, I basically only come once a year, it's hard to call all my friends."

"Yes!" A certain person accepts it when he sees it, "I'm going to make black tea, what's the name of the kid, next time I come here by myself, go directly to Sister **en!"

Qianli replied obediently: "Thank you, sister, it would be good if my sister called me Qianli~"

"Yeah, little Qianli, see you later~" He even took the opportunity to pat Qianli's head...

"Bye bye sister~"

I decided not to bring Qianli here again.

After eating and sitting for a while, I sent Qianli back to school, and instead of taking the subway with her, I picked up a book and continued to sit to pass the time.

After turning a few pages, I received a phone call from Yan Qian.I looked at the name of the note and hesitated for a while, feeling a bad premonition.

"Shallow?"

"Murong, are you not in the store today?"

"It's off today, I'm sorry I forgot to tell you, are you at the door of the store?"

"It's okay, I just passed by and wanted to find you, are you at home or outside?"

"Outside, just about to go back, what's wrong?"

"I may be leaving tonight. If you are going to come back, I will wait for you at home?"

"……it is good."

Is this called, extreme joy begets sorrow?