writing coffee
Chapter 4
At that time, "Writing Coffee" was still an ordinary coffee shop, with single-serve coffee, fancy coffee, non-coffee drinks, and desserts, and some books were placed for customers to kill time—it is different from other coffee shops. The store is different, but there are a little more books.
That's right, that's when the "Gilatu" was sold.
I am a person who loves ice cream, so there are only a few flavors in the ice cream cabinet that I like, and I remember it very clearly: blueberry yogurt, mango and tiramisu, and two strawberry and vanilla flavors for guests selected.
Once it was rainy and gloomy, with few people on the road and no customers in the store.It’s late autumn, and it’s a bit chilly. I lie on the semi-automatic espresso machine to keep warm, and look at the outside world through the glass door boredly.
Someone hurried past with an umbrella, probably catching the subway, and walked along the road through two traffic lights and turned left.Someone didn't bring an umbrella, put his bag on his head, and ran over quickly, only to see a embarrassed figure.
The rain suddenly became heavier, and the raindrops fell into the arms of all things in the world, like a band composed of countless musical instruments freely, knocking out out of tune reverberation, and passed it to my ears through a door, leaving only It was vaguely noisy, as if I hid outside the door and eavesdropped on a performance.
At this time, a young mother took her little boy and stopped outside my door, borrowing my eaves to shelter from the rain.She knelt down, touched the boy's wet hair, took out a few tissues to help him wipe off the rain, from the hair to the cheeks, to the neck, to a pair of small hands, and wiped it very carefully. After wiping, she rubbed the boy's arm for a while , afraid that he would freeze.
The little boy was very obedient, and let him fiddle with it without moving. When she finished, she turned around and looked into my door curiously. He saw the ice cream cabinet facing the door at a glance, and then couldn't move his eyes.I stood up straight almost reflexively, following the intuition of a businessman, ready to welcome the guests.
Sure enough, after a silent exchange—mainly because I couldn’t hear it—the young mother took the little boy’s hand and pushed open my glass door.I can't remember how I felt at that time, whether it was the joy of suddenly having a business visit after a long period of coldness, or the resentment that I was finally able to be lazy and disturbed. An indescribable emotion, like the wind chimes that are still delicate and light, reminds me that at that moment, a flower seed fell in my life like a weedy wasteland.
"Hello~" I walked out from the bar, smiled at my guests, asked them to sit down freely, and handed over two menus.
This is a very striking mother and son.The mother looks very young and beautiful, but not the kind of "hot mom" that is popular nowadays, but the kind of, how should I put it, a textbook mother.It is the kind you have seen in the illustrations in elementary school textbooks, or the ones you have seen in TV commercials. They are always matched with light warm-colored clothes, and their long hair is soft and smooth. They all carry gentle love, and their gestures are full of gentleness and demureness.
"Thank you," she didn't open the menu right away, but said to the boy, "Don't you want to eat ice cream?" After she finished speaking, she smoothed out the boy's hair sticking out of his ears. That gesture really touched the hearts of the onlookers .
The boy raised his head and asked obediently: "Mom, can I have coffee?" His father must be a tall and handsome white man to give him such deep facial features, even if the depth is rendered a bit shallow by childish innocence, It is also possible to see from the azure blue in the depths of his pupils that he will turn all living beings upside down in the future.
The young mother smiled slightly, "Yes, but you can't eat ice cream after drinking coffee, so you can only choose one."
The boy then closed the menu neatly, jumped off the chair and went straight to the ice cream cabinet, "Then I'll eat ice cream!"
This tutor is amazing!I glanced at the young mother with a smile, and just met her gaze. She nodded, "Please give me a cup of hot Americano, can I add some milk?"
"Of course, wait a minute~"
Holding two menus in my arms, I walked slowly to the front of the ice cream cabinet, bent down beside the boy, "Which flavor do you like?"
"I like several!" He was a little embarrassed, obviously, he had judged from experience that he could only eat one.
"Oh, so which ones do you like?" I tilted my head to look at him, and put on a naughty expression that I thought was unfathomable, "I can help you make one~"
I rarely have the leisure to talk to children like this. In my impression, children are unreasonable, and this impression is based entirely on the facts I have experienced rather than subjective speculation.Now, I can only say that I still have too little experience, and I apologize to all reasonable children for my narrowness.
"Is it really okay?" He finally shifted his gaze from the ice cream to me, his eyes lit up with joy, and the blue color became clearer.
"Little Jin," the young mother said suddenly, her voice was still gentle and gentle, and she called the boy's name, but she didn't know which word it was, "don't trouble my sister." This was a reminder, not a reproach.
"It's okay," I stood up straight, and gestured around with my eyes, "There are no other guests."
The boy also seized the opportunity to turn around and looked at her mother eagerly, until she said in a compromised way: "Then you have to—"
"Thank you sister!" The boy seemed to be rushing to answer a question in class. Before she could finish speaking, he happily thanked me and then lay down on the glass of the ice cream cabinet. The remaining two adults looked at each other and smiled.
I opened the door of the ice cream cabinet, held up the spoon, and put on a pose ready to cast a spell, "Have you chosen?"
"I want tiramisu, blueberry yoghurt and mango!"
I almost looked at him in astonishment, "Where are the strawberries and vanilla?"
"I don't like strawberry and vanilla flavors." He said nonchalantly, without even looking at the two bowls of ice cream.
I chuckled softly, "Really, I actually don't like it either." At that time, I hadn't foreseen that this small and almost insignificant mutual liking was actually the beginning of our long friendship.
"Ah, then why are you selling it?" He looked up at me innocently and confused.
How do I explain to him that I am a "businessman"?He looks less than 10 years old... "Because other children like it, and other adults like it too."
"Well, only my sister and I don't like it." He nodded understandingly, and like a considerate little adult, he took the three-colored ice cream cup and said again: "Thank you sister!" A little reserved, he ran to his mother.
The autumn rain lasted for more than an hour before it was completely over. The leaves that were still hanging green on the branches were washed clean, and the dirt in the air and the dirt on the ground flowed through the city's sewers. It is unknown where it will go. "A burst of autumn rain and a burst of cold", my coffee machine seems to be warmer again.
In just over an hour, my "confidant" little boy was so obedient that I was amazed, and he had refreshed the upper limit of my understanding of children.
He sat on a chair and ate his ice cream quietly from the beginning to the end, with his two little feet hanging in the air, shaking it from time to time, and digging out a piece every time he ate a new flavor. The little spoon stretched out in front of his mother across the table, "Mom, this is yogurt flavor~"
The young mother raised her head from the open magazine, took a sip, and touched his head by the way, "Thank you, is it delicious?"
"good to eat!"
After the ice cream was finished, the children started to read.Since I never thought about preparing some children's books in the store, what he spread out in front of him was a "Nature" magazine, and he flipped through the colorful animal pictures page by page. He began to ask his mother: "Mom, what is this?" He even took the initiative to lower his voice!
What kind of family can raise such a rare little thing!
However, until they waved goodbye to me, I didn't have any further communication with them.For me, it was just a very pleasant hospitality experience, or a beautiful encounter, which I can look back on years later and say to someone close to me that I met two very special people. Guests... that's all.I have always felt that all the first encounters are just accidents, and the second start can be counted as fate.
So probably because of fate, it rained again that evening. I locked the door of the store early and walked slowly for more than 20 minutes with an umbrella before returning home. While waiting for the elevator, there was a young mother The little boy who was leading her pushed open the door.Mother held a big umbrella in her hand. This time, they seemed a lot more relaxed.
"Sister!" Mom was busy putting away the umbrella, the boy saw me first, ran to my side with a crisp childish voice, and shouted again: "Sister!"
The undisguised joy in his voice and eyes prompted me to reach out and rub his hair, and I was also full of joy, "Seeing you again~"
Mom came over, dragging a small shopping cart in her hand, smiling lightly, and said softly, "Do you live here too?"
"Well." At this time, there was a "ding", and the elevator door opened. I walked in first and pressed the button to open the door. After the two people and the shopping cart came in, I asked, "Which floor are you on?"
"15th floor, thank you!" Mom replied, holding the boy's hand.
I started to be surprised, it seemed that someone was moving across from my house a while ago...
"Where do you live, sister?" the boy raised his little prince-like face and asked impatiently.
"Hmm..." I rubbed my chin and said with a prophetic face, "I live across from your house!"
"Really? Mom!" The little friend was excited.
There are two elevators in this building, and each elevator can only reach two units on each floor. I took the same elevator with them, and only pressed the 15th floor... Mom has already made sure that I am not kidding children.
"It's so predestined~" she said, smiling sincerely.
"Yeah, you just moved here last month, I heard the move next door."
"Yeah, I'm still packing things slowly."
The 15th floor was really not very high, and the elevator door dinged again. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and there was no more topic to talk about.
I was the last one to go out, and the boy turned to me and asked, "Then can I go and play with my sister later?"
"Okay," I agreed smoothly, even though I have never received any guests in the more than a year I lived here, "but you have to tell me your name first."
"My name is Yan Jin! My mother said it means to be cautious in words and deeds. Sister, you can call me Xiaojin just like your mother!" It turned out to be this word, cautious in words and deeds... I couldn't help but glance at the young mother from the corner of my eye. , did she come up with the name?
After that day, Xiaoyan and I became friends.He visits my house from time to time, or visits me in a coffee shop. Occasionally, when his mother has something to do, he will leave him with me for a whole day without worrying about it. Because he is really not troublesome at all, and occasionally listening to him say "Sister Murong", I feel my heart softened by him.
But the relationship between me and my young mother can almost be called a "gentleman's friendship", and it is really as light as water.Because none of us are curious people.
If I knew she died young later, maybe... maybe what?Learn more and listen to her more?Heh, maybe he wouldn't talk to her from the beginning.After all, watching someone you know die is a far cry from watching a stranger die, isn't it?
That's right, that's when the "Gilatu" was sold.
I am a person who loves ice cream, so there are only a few flavors in the ice cream cabinet that I like, and I remember it very clearly: blueberry yogurt, mango and tiramisu, and two strawberry and vanilla flavors for guests selected.
Once it was rainy and gloomy, with few people on the road and no customers in the store.It’s late autumn, and it’s a bit chilly. I lie on the semi-automatic espresso machine to keep warm, and look at the outside world through the glass door boredly.
Someone hurried past with an umbrella, probably catching the subway, and walked along the road through two traffic lights and turned left.Someone didn't bring an umbrella, put his bag on his head, and ran over quickly, only to see a embarrassed figure.
The rain suddenly became heavier, and the raindrops fell into the arms of all things in the world, like a band composed of countless musical instruments freely, knocking out out of tune reverberation, and passed it to my ears through a door, leaving only It was vaguely noisy, as if I hid outside the door and eavesdropped on a performance.
At this time, a young mother took her little boy and stopped outside my door, borrowing my eaves to shelter from the rain.She knelt down, touched the boy's wet hair, took out a few tissues to help him wipe off the rain, from the hair to the cheeks, to the neck, to a pair of small hands, and wiped it very carefully. After wiping, she rubbed the boy's arm for a while , afraid that he would freeze.
The little boy was very obedient, and let him fiddle with it without moving. When she finished, she turned around and looked into my door curiously. He saw the ice cream cabinet facing the door at a glance, and then couldn't move his eyes.I stood up straight almost reflexively, following the intuition of a businessman, ready to welcome the guests.
Sure enough, after a silent exchange—mainly because I couldn’t hear it—the young mother took the little boy’s hand and pushed open my glass door.I can't remember how I felt at that time, whether it was the joy of suddenly having a business visit after a long period of coldness, or the resentment that I was finally able to be lazy and disturbed. An indescribable emotion, like the wind chimes that are still delicate and light, reminds me that at that moment, a flower seed fell in my life like a weedy wasteland.
"Hello~" I walked out from the bar, smiled at my guests, asked them to sit down freely, and handed over two menus.
This is a very striking mother and son.The mother looks very young and beautiful, but not the kind of "hot mom" that is popular nowadays, but the kind of, how should I put it, a textbook mother.It is the kind you have seen in the illustrations in elementary school textbooks, or the ones you have seen in TV commercials. They are always matched with light warm-colored clothes, and their long hair is soft and smooth. They all carry gentle love, and their gestures are full of gentleness and demureness.
"Thank you," she didn't open the menu right away, but said to the boy, "Don't you want to eat ice cream?" After she finished speaking, she smoothed out the boy's hair sticking out of his ears. That gesture really touched the hearts of the onlookers .
The boy raised his head and asked obediently: "Mom, can I have coffee?" His father must be a tall and handsome white man to give him such deep facial features, even if the depth is rendered a bit shallow by childish innocence, It is also possible to see from the azure blue in the depths of his pupils that he will turn all living beings upside down in the future.
The young mother smiled slightly, "Yes, but you can't eat ice cream after drinking coffee, so you can only choose one."
The boy then closed the menu neatly, jumped off the chair and went straight to the ice cream cabinet, "Then I'll eat ice cream!"
This tutor is amazing!I glanced at the young mother with a smile, and just met her gaze. She nodded, "Please give me a cup of hot Americano, can I add some milk?"
"Of course, wait a minute~"
Holding two menus in my arms, I walked slowly to the front of the ice cream cabinet, bent down beside the boy, "Which flavor do you like?"
"I like several!" He was a little embarrassed, obviously, he had judged from experience that he could only eat one.
"Oh, so which ones do you like?" I tilted my head to look at him, and put on a naughty expression that I thought was unfathomable, "I can help you make one~"
I rarely have the leisure to talk to children like this. In my impression, children are unreasonable, and this impression is based entirely on the facts I have experienced rather than subjective speculation.Now, I can only say that I still have too little experience, and I apologize to all reasonable children for my narrowness.
"Is it really okay?" He finally shifted his gaze from the ice cream to me, his eyes lit up with joy, and the blue color became clearer.
"Little Jin," the young mother said suddenly, her voice was still gentle and gentle, and she called the boy's name, but she didn't know which word it was, "don't trouble my sister." This was a reminder, not a reproach.
"It's okay," I stood up straight, and gestured around with my eyes, "There are no other guests."
The boy also seized the opportunity to turn around and looked at her mother eagerly, until she said in a compromised way: "Then you have to—"
"Thank you sister!" The boy seemed to be rushing to answer a question in class. Before she could finish speaking, he happily thanked me and then lay down on the glass of the ice cream cabinet. The remaining two adults looked at each other and smiled.
I opened the door of the ice cream cabinet, held up the spoon, and put on a pose ready to cast a spell, "Have you chosen?"
"I want tiramisu, blueberry yoghurt and mango!"
I almost looked at him in astonishment, "Where are the strawberries and vanilla?"
"I don't like strawberry and vanilla flavors." He said nonchalantly, without even looking at the two bowls of ice cream.
I chuckled softly, "Really, I actually don't like it either." At that time, I hadn't foreseen that this small and almost insignificant mutual liking was actually the beginning of our long friendship.
"Ah, then why are you selling it?" He looked up at me innocently and confused.
How do I explain to him that I am a "businessman"?He looks less than 10 years old... "Because other children like it, and other adults like it too."
"Well, only my sister and I don't like it." He nodded understandingly, and like a considerate little adult, he took the three-colored ice cream cup and said again: "Thank you sister!" A little reserved, he ran to his mother.
The autumn rain lasted for more than an hour before it was completely over. The leaves that were still hanging green on the branches were washed clean, and the dirt in the air and the dirt on the ground flowed through the city's sewers. It is unknown where it will go. "A burst of autumn rain and a burst of cold", my coffee machine seems to be warmer again.
In just over an hour, my "confidant" little boy was so obedient that I was amazed, and he had refreshed the upper limit of my understanding of children.
He sat on a chair and ate his ice cream quietly from the beginning to the end, with his two little feet hanging in the air, shaking it from time to time, and digging out a piece every time he ate a new flavor. The little spoon stretched out in front of his mother across the table, "Mom, this is yogurt flavor~"
The young mother raised her head from the open magazine, took a sip, and touched his head by the way, "Thank you, is it delicious?"
"good to eat!"
After the ice cream was finished, the children started to read.Since I never thought about preparing some children's books in the store, what he spread out in front of him was a "Nature" magazine, and he flipped through the colorful animal pictures page by page. He began to ask his mother: "Mom, what is this?" He even took the initiative to lower his voice!
What kind of family can raise such a rare little thing!
However, until they waved goodbye to me, I didn't have any further communication with them.For me, it was just a very pleasant hospitality experience, or a beautiful encounter, which I can look back on years later and say to someone close to me that I met two very special people. Guests... that's all.I have always felt that all the first encounters are just accidents, and the second start can be counted as fate.
So probably because of fate, it rained again that evening. I locked the door of the store early and walked slowly for more than 20 minutes with an umbrella before returning home. While waiting for the elevator, there was a young mother The little boy who was leading her pushed open the door.Mother held a big umbrella in her hand. This time, they seemed a lot more relaxed.
"Sister!" Mom was busy putting away the umbrella, the boy saw me first, ran to my side with a crisp childish voice, and shouted again: "Sister!"
The undisguised joy in his voice and eyes prompted me to reach out and rub his hair, and I was also full of joy, "Seeing you again~"
Mom came over, dragging a small shopping cart in her hand, smiling lightly, and said softly, "Do you live here too?"
"Well." At this time, there was a "ding", and the elevator door opened. I walked in first and pressed the button to open the door. After the two people and the shopping cart came in, I asked, "Which floor are you on?"
"15th floor, thank you!" Mom replied, holding the boy's hand.
I started to be surprised, it seemed that someone was moving across from my house a while ago...
"Where do you live, sister?" the boy raised his little prince-like face and asked impatiently.
"Hmm..." I rubbed my chin and said with a prophetic face, "I live across from your house!"
"Really? Mom!" The little friend was excited.
There are two elevators in this building, and each elevator can only reach two units on each floor. I took the same elevator with them, and only pressed the 15th floor... Mom has already made sure that I am not kidding children.
"It's so predestined~" she said, smiling sincerely.
"Yeah, you just moved here last month, I heard the move next door."
"Yeah, I'm still packing things slowly."
The 15th floor was really not very high, and the elevator door dinged again. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and there was no more topic to talk about.
I was the last one to go out, and the boy turned to me and asked, "Then can I go and play with my sister later?"
"Okay," I agreed smoothly, even though I have never received any guests in the more than a year I lived here, "but you have to tell me your name first."
"My name is Yan Jin! My mother said it means to be cautious in words and deeds. Sister, you can call me Xiaojin just like your mother!" It turned out to be this word, cautious in words and deeds... I couldn't help but glance at the young mother from the corner of my eye. , did she come up with the name?
After that day, Xiaoyan and I became friends.He visits my house from time to time, or visits me in a coffee shop. Occasionally, when his mother has something to do, he will leave him with me for a whole day without worrying about it. Because he is really not troublesome at all, and occasionally listening to him say "Sister Murong", I feel my heart softened by him.
But the relationship between me and my young mother can almost be called a "gentleman's friendship", and it is really as light as water.Because none of us are curious people.
If I knew she died young later, maybe... maybe what?Learn more and listen to her more?Heh, maybe he wouldn't talk to her from the beginning.After all, watching someone you know die is a far cry from watching a stranger die, isn't it?
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