writing coffee

The day before Christmas, the weather inexplicably turned hot again, making the snowflakes on the Christmas trees at the entrances of major shopping malls seem a bit contrived.

In contrast, the facade of "Writing Coffee" is a bit too plain.It is like a child forgotten by Santa Claus, standing alone in one place, watching other children show off the surprises in stockings to each other.

I used to have surprises like this when I was a kid too, because my mother was a huge fan of decorating for the holidays, especially Christmas and New Years.Christmas doesn't need to be explained, New Year's is because that day is my birthday.

"It's better with you, I listened to 'MerryChristmas' and 'jinglebells' in our store and I was going to throw up!"

As soon as **en entered the door, he closed his eyes exaggeratedly and was intoxicated for two seconds, then stepped on the beat of the background music and moved in front of me, complaining and making an expression of wanting to throw up. "Oh, and 'HappyNewYear'!"

"Don't you need to work overtime tonight?" I poured her a glass of warm water and asked casually.

Although the "Museum Cafe" is opened on the first floor of the museum, there is another exit facing the famous light square, so it is usually open until twelve o'clock in the evening. Tonight "Christmas Eve", it should be very busy That's right, why would you think of asking me to go clubbing?

"'Christmas Eve' is okay, they can handle it. The New Year's Eve will be dead in a few days, maybe it depends on the sunrise!" She shrugged, "So these days, we should recharge our batteries and close normally."

I turned my head and looked at the time, "It's about half an hour before I close, do you want to read a book or go out by yourself?"

"Of course it's reading, I'm such a literary person~"

I glanced at the few nails on her earbones and the black bf-style leather jacket on her upper body, and didn't comment.

"By the way, where was the little beauty last time?" She looked around, "How could Xiaoqianli not seize the opportunity on such a romantic night?"

"You mean you suddenly decided to go to the bar alone tonight?"

"Ah, no, no, I really need your company tonight, Murong... Can Xiaoqianli spend Christmas with you tomorrow!"

Why do you have to be alone?I waved my hand to express that I didn't want to continue talking with her, and sent her to sit down.

But she reminded me that tomorrow is the weekend, and Qianli should come over.I picked up my phone and texted her.

Me: I will rest tomorrow, you don’t have to come over.

I didn't get a reply after a few minutes, it seems that I am really busy.She said before that on "Christmas Eve", their school clubs have activities, friendships and so on. I don't know if it is academic exchange or emotional connection?But she really should take part in some of their young people's activities. Don't you think it's boring to run to me every weekend?I'm not afraid of "a man's heart fails before he grows old"...

**en actually had something on her mind to talk about. I found out this fact belatedly, because she didn't take me to the "Men's Stop" where she often went, but to the one where we met for the first time. Clear it, call it "1987".

I never asked about the meaning of this number. The first time I entered it was because it had a glass wall facing an open space, and there was a dark and narrow place in the corner, which was just right for one person, and for two people.

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"It's suitable for heart-to-heart talk." **en said that when we met for the first time.

I leaned back in the chair, folded my arms and raised my eyebrows to look at her.

"Of course we'll talk about it later," she sat down opposite me, "It's the first time we meet today, let's talk about superficial things first, for example, my name is **en, how about you?"

Of course I ignored her.

"1987" is not big, not even as big as my "Writing Coffee". The seats are very small and crowded, but a small stage is set up in the innermost, facing the glass wall.Every night at eleven o'clock, when the band's drum beats, the atmosphere in the store will be high, and this corner against the wall will become darker and narrower.

It's really suitable for heart-to-heart talk.

"I'm single again." **en shook the ice cubes in the soda water, his tone was sparse and normal, as if telling me "the museum closes at 5 o'clock", but his expression was not so indifferent.

I stared at the glass in her hand, not surprised at all, and I had no opinion to express, but one thing I was curious about, "Why do you drink soda?"

She glared at me.

I spread my hands, "If it's divided, it will be divided. There is nothing to say. Sooner or later, this day will come. You have been mentally preparing for a year. Do you want me to tell you that this is the right choice?"

I've seen her girlfriend, nothing special.An ordinary white-collar worker couldn't bear the teasing of a handsome T, walked an unusual path, and finally just succumbed to the routine.

There may be no right or wrong in love, but if you fall in love with someone who is crooked, but still want a straight future, isn't it sick?

"Of course I know this is the right choice, but what I need now is spiritual comfort! Do you understand comfort?"

I suddenly realized that I understood everything, leaned in front of her, and whispered obscenely: "xo——"

She was choked, covered her mouth and coughed for a long time.

I showed a disgusted expression, sat up straight, and looked down at her, "It's just a bottle of wine, don't you need to do that?"

She was coughing and laughing, her saliva splashing in the dark, a bit sad.

Finally finished laughing, she corrected while wiping her tears: "That letter doesn't read 'X', okay?"

"You also know that I don't know much about wine."

"Come on, my sister will teach you."

Then, she ordered a pint of beer... When the waiter brought the ice bucket over, I was about to cry but found that there were 12 bottles of beer in one pint.

You don't really want to drink away your worries, do you?I still want to be awake and chew on the stumps of the past.

"Don't worry, I'll take you home."

She looked at me with a sneer, and said to the waiter, "Please take these two glasses of soda and replace them with two new ones, thank you!"

okay~

When it was nearly twelve o'clock, I finally emptied half of the bottles, of which two-thirds were drunk like **en tasting red wine, and the remaining third was drunk like Chinese medicine.

"Hey, can you take a break?" I grabbed her paw reaching for the seventh bottle of beer, "You know I don't really want to send you home."

She didn't struggle, but suddenly said, "I might be going to live in Murray."

I lowered my face and closed my hands, just for one...

"It's not because of her." She saw through my thoughts and laughed at herself, "I'm not going to leave my hometown because of a failed relationship, don't worry."

It was only then that I realized that I was too angry, so I eased my expression, "What's the matter?"

"My grandfather's body, did I mention it to you before? I contacted the doctor over there, and my dad has always planned to develop there, so that's it." She shrugged, "But I'm not so Let's go, my parents will accompany you to take care of grandpa, I will stay, and the queen will die."

I twitched the corners of my mouth, what a melancholy thing.

"next year?"

"Silly, it will be next year in a few days."

"I mean next year after the Spring Festival!"

"For sure, maybe it will be delayed until next summer vacation. Don't be too happy~"

"I'm sorry I didn't hide it well..."

At this time, my phone on the table vibrated, and when I picked it up, it was Qianli who replied to WeChat.

Little Qianli: Murong, are you asleep?

I have not

Then she called.

I stared at the screen for a few seconds, looked up at **en and said, "I'm going out to answer the phone." Then I made my way through the crowd and out of the bar.

A door cuts off the noise in the bar. I put my phone to my ear and put my free hand in my jeans pocket.

"what happened?"

"Murong! Merry Christmas!" A cheerful voice came from the microphone.

"Hmm. Is the event over?"

"Yeah, I'm so exhausted, baby~ why do you rest tomorrow? Tomorrow is the weekend and it's Christmas again!"

I moved two steps to the side, leaned against a lamppost of a street lamp, and said slowly: "Children, don't ask too many questions, they won't grow tall."

"What!!!" She yelled over there, probably jumping, and suddenly said "Huh", "You are outside, Murong?"

"Yeah." Another car drove by.

"You don't want to stay up all night tonight so you can't get up tomorrow so you don't do business?!"

Guess.

"Go back to sleep if you're tired, you won't grow taller if you stay up late." I stood up straight, ready to die.

"Ah, I'm already 1.6 meters tall!"

I couldn't help it, "Isn't it 1.6 meters and [-]?"

"Why remember so clearly..." She whispered.

"Okay, I have something else to do, let's do this first."

"Oh, bye-bye……"

"Bye-Bye."

I hung up the phone first, but didn't want to go in right away.On the other side of the door is a Christmas tree about my height, with small shiny lights wrapped around it, colorful gift boxes piled up under the tree, and white decorative snowflakes falling all over the floor.

Merry Christmas...hehehe.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The band just started to rock and roll.I managed to get back to that corner, and **en actually drank two more bottles by himself while I was away!

I sat down and watched her silently.

So, no matter how wrong or unworthy a person is, no matter how expected the ending, no matter how tormented feelings, when they pass away, they will inevitably feel sad, right?

I helped her open the remaining four bottles, and poured myself the last glass by the way. **en's drinking capacity is actually very poor.

"Actually, you still care about her quite a bit, haven't you noticed?" The man on the verge of drunk pointed at my mobile phone and said vaguely.

"Who?"

"Little Qianli! You used to go out to play and put your mobile phone in your bag."

Yeah?Because I was just waiting for her to reply to WeChat. I knew she would reply to WeChat to protest, but I didn't expect her to call directly.

**en drank another bottle, already drunk and hazy.

"Murong, tell me, there are already so few people in this world who really like you, why are there gender distinctions?"

I picked up the glass and took a sip, I don't know why beer is bitter?

"Murong, Murong..."

"Ok?"

"Why, you are closed for Christmas?" She gradually lay down on the table, almost muttering to herself, "It was the same last year, why don't you like Christmas?"

I also got down on my knees and looked at the sparkling water in the corner of her eyes.

"Because this day is my mother's memorial day."

She didn't respond anymore and fell asleep.

The author has something to say:

I found that the authors of other people's houses are on the second and third shifts during the holidays, I... don't say anything, when I didn't say anything...