writing coffee

Li Tang liked me a little bit, the kind of liking he admired, and he showed it.

If Li Tang was described as a type of coffee, it would be Mandheling made with ice.He is not as thick, strong, and "manly" as ordinary mandheling, but it has a calm temperament and a lot of mellowness that makes people memorable, and because of the "imprisonment" of low temperature, the flavor of the entrance is richer and more colorful. ,charming.

It's a pity that this coffee shop doesn't have pour-over items. I ordered a glass of iced Americano, which was a bit sour, that kind of monotonous, vulgar and unflattering sour.I had no choice but to look at Li Tang who was sitting across from me every time I took a sip, imagining that what I was drinking was the "Golden Mandheling" that Xiao Churan brought back from Indonesia last time, so it seemed less difficult to swallow.

"Do you not like drinking coffee?" Li Tang asked suddenly.

of course not. "How to say?"

He smiled, "Your expression is exactly the same as when you drank caramel macchiato last time, a bit painful."

"Haha, is it so exaggerated?" I am still very confident in my expression management, I can only say that he is observant.

"Don't drink it, let me change it for you." He stood up as he said.

"No need," I called to him, glanced at the menu hanging on the wall behind the bar, shrugged, "they're pretty much the same." Then I took another sip of the iced Americano.

Helpless, he sat down again.

"You're not a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts, are you? Do you teach physical education?" Afraid he would get confused, I quickly changed the subject.

"I don't look like an artist at all?" He coordinated with his injury.

"It looks too young." I told the truth.

"Hehe, I actually teach art psychology." He said seriously.

The psychology of art?What is it?My face must be as confused as my heart, so that Li Tang smiled and shook his head.

"What about you? I didn't expect to see you here. You are not a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, are you? Department of Literature?"

He managed to make both of us laugh out loud at the same time.

"It's not enough, I just came to meet a friend." Although my university is really a literature department.

So we chatted about literature, art and psychology, and sports, without mentioning coffee.

But I still remember the last sentence he said when we said goodbye at the airport last time, and he obviously didn't forget it.

When there were only ice cubes left in my glass, Li Tang finally ended our rambling conversation. He even adjusted his posture so that he didn't look so casual, stared into my eyes, and said seriously and sincerely: " I think the three encounters have already used up all my luck, so that I can see you in the future, Murong, can I leave your phone number? I promise I won’t drink coffee next time.”

Heh, of course you can keep the phone number, and you still have to drink coffee, but I don't know if he would mind being a friend.

In fact, if you want to talk about fate, we are really destined. We meet again and again unexpectedly, and every time we meet is a pleasant experience and a good memory.But fate is only responsible for making people meet.

"Don't you see that I'm a T?" I didn't intend to embarrass him, and I didn't need to think about what he would think, but I just thought I should be more honest with him.

Unexpectedly, he just smiled lightly and sighed: "I can see..."

I am a little surprised.

He still smiled faintly, "So I didn't ask you for your contact information when we met at the airport for the second time. At that time, I thought, if there is a third chance, I will definitely not miss it again."

I smiled wryly.

"So just now I made a decision."

I looked at him, having fun while suffering, so he wouldn't change his gender for me, would he?

However, he was beyond my expectation again, he made a serious joke, he said: "Isn't it popular to bend straight men now, I want to see if I can straighten T."

I suddenly didn't know what to say, I thought he just didn't see it, or wasn't sure, so I wanted to at least try.But it turned out that he knew and understood, but still...

"Li Tang, no one can be bent, unless he doesn't know he is bent." Therefore, no one can be straightened.

"Ah, is that so?" He laughed at himself, looking into my eyes, "What about you?"

"I have a girlfriend." I said.

I'm sorry, but not enough to respond to his sincerity with an apology, he doesn't need this.

He was silent.

But there was no silence for too long, and I didn't get into embarrassment. I still smiled and said, "You really don't leave any room."

"Because there is no room at all." I looked at him.

"Well, I see." He said frankly.At least, it looks calm.

I knew I had to do something so I wouldn't lose a worthwhile friend.

"Actually, I like drinking coffee very much, but I don't like drinking this kind of coffee. If there is another time, can I recommend a coffee shop that I like very much?"

"Okay," he said kindly, "Actually, I was laughed at by my students just two days ago because I don't know anything about coffee."

"Haha, are young people nowadays so disrespectful? When I was studying, the most I could do was dislike my teacher in the dormitory."

He laughed helplessly.

I took out my phone, typed the word "Li Tang" in the name of the new contact in the address book, and handed it to him.He took it, lost his number, and returned it to me. I dialed one and his cell phone rang.

He didn't answer or hang up, jokingly said: "No matter what, the call is coming~"

I was relieved and smiled sincerely.

Before we knew it, we spent more than an hour together, and the crowd downstairs in the coffee shop began to surge again, and the first class in the afternoon at the Academy of Fine Arts was over.Li Tang has class in the second period.

Fortunately, saying goodbye can be very easy and casual. Like old friends who have known each other for many years, we turned around and left without even saying "see you next time".

How about the next time we meet?I took the time to think, go in the direction of the car, before four o'clock, I can go to the museum cafe, I hope the road will not be too congested.

Just when I drove out of the Academy of Fine Arts and was about to turn into the University City Outer Ring Road, Xiaoqianli called.

"I'm done, Murong!" The voice sounded very excited, a kind of... inexplicable excitement.

"so?"

"Where are you? I'll look for you! Cough, no..." She cleared her throat, and changed her pitiful tone, "Are you busy, can I find you, Murong?"

I'm afraid I'm not a fool.

"You don't have to go to class tonight?"

"It's only eight o'clock, and there are still four hours in between..."

I didn't speak, thinking to myself, aren't you tired from running around?

"Murong... Murong... okay?" She paused, then lowered her voice suddenly, "I miss you..."

...What the hell, I couldn't help but reply, "I miss you."

"Ah, Murong!" I can imagine how crazy she is now, but she is very tenacious, "Please, Murong, just once! Just today! Is that okay?"

"Where are you now?" So why am I in a relationship with someone so much younger than me?

"Still in school..."

"Of course I know you're at school, didn't you just finish class ~ where are you at school?"

She smirked, "Hey, it's downstairs..."

I parked the car at the intersection of traffic lights, waiting to turn around, "Then you wait for me where I just parked."

"Oh," then reacted, "Huh? Murong, have you left yet? Are you still in my school?!"

"Well, first of all, I'm driving." The main reason is that I don't want to hear her bluffing on the phone.

"Oh." She ended the call obediently.

When I got back there, she was already waiting, and when she saw my car from a distance, she started running this way. I suspect that she also ran over from the teaching area in the same way.

I stopped the car and opened the passenger door for her, "Are you in a hurry?"

"No." She narrowed her eyes and smiled like a flower, "I'm just competing for points."

I snorted through my nose, waited for her to put on her seat belt, and drove out of the car.

But a certain person didn't intend to stop, and stretched half of his body while pulling his seat belt, "Why are you still here, Murong, you didn't mean to wait for me to finish class, did you?"

Where does the confidence come from?I gave her a caring and sympathetic look, and didn't mention Li Tang, let's talk about it next time we have a chance to meet.

She wasn't discouraged either, so she continued to enjoy herself all the way.

The Museum Café looked the same as usual, except that it wasn't dinner time and there weren't many customers.

Aven saw me, deliberately showing a surprise, "Are you alone?"

I squinted at her, "Why not?"

"Where's your cutie?" she asked, making a motion to look behind me.

"Upstairs to see the exhibition." I replied casually, without trying to refute the "my little cutie" thing.

I made a special trip to talk to Aven about her going abroad and the auction, so I asked Qianli to go upstairs to the museum to see the exhibition.I'm sure Aven can't be serious as long as Qianli is around, but I didn't expect someone to be so serious even just mentioning her name.

So is this a win for the guy?Why does everyone think she should be mine, when did she conquer my friend with something?It's so cute.

Aven looked me up and down, "Why do I smell something unusual?"

I ignored her, looked around, and chose a seat by the window to sit down.

She went into the bar and poured me a glass of water, and sat down opposite me.

"Are you together?" she asked affirmatively.

I picked up the water glass and took a sip, "Hmm."

She relaxed her body and leaned back on the sofa back, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Xiao Qianli is fine."

I looked up at her lazily, not understanding what she wanted to express, of course I know how good Qianli is.

"She makes you come alive," she said, inexplicably serious.

Am I so lifeless?

"When's the auction?" I changed the subject, not wanting to hear her rambling.

"It's still early," she said indifferently, shrugging, "early May."

"All of these are sold?" How many paintings is she willing to do?

"Almost, there's no need to take it away, and some of them can't be taken away, you know."

I understand that it is very troublesome to carry collections out of the country. Some important cultural relics or works of art by famous artists are expressly included in the list of prohibited exports. I am not surprised that she has a few of them here.

"This," she pointed to the chandelier above her head and the sculpture at the entrance, "and this, according to my grandfather's wishes, donated it directly to the museum, and if the rest can be photographed, I will shoot it. talk later."

Donate to the museum. With the value of these two collections, her grandfather is very considerate.So someone can still see her chandelier more often?

"What about this store, has anyone taken over?"

"We're talking, but they seem to be only interested in my cabinet of red wine. The equipment for coffee and western food may need to be dealt with separately. I find it troublesome." She finally couldn't help showing boredom as she spoke, but she was already tired It's too late, it's really difficult for her during this time.

"Did your grandpa have an operation?"

"I'm ready, but it's not something that can be done with one operation. Take it slowly, at least hope is quite big." She tapped her fingers on the table casually a few times, "So even if the auction is over, even if the store hasn't been transferred, I might want to Let's go, please help someone to deal with it, at worst, it will fly around, and if you don't come back, you will still be there."

"Yeah." I can still help her by running errands and putting away my hands.

"Ah~" She stretched her waist exaggeratedly, cheering up, "I suddenly feel that maybe there may be a new beginning over there. I don't know if there are many cuties in the United States? I want to find someone to marry. "

I almost spit out the water I just drank.

I carefully studied the expression on her face. She said the last sentence too lightly. I wondered if I was hallucinating. I never expected to hear the three words "want to get married" from her mouth. It doesn't seem like she would the words said--

"It's legal anyway, and it's convenient to tie it up." She shrugged and added.

I couldn't help wondering, "So it's because it's convenient?"

"may be."

"..."

Aven is actually a few years older than me. He is in his early thirties this year. He is about the same age as Maizi. Maizi is about to get married. It is normal for Aven to want to get married. I don’t know what I will think in a few years?

"Why? You want to get married too?"

"I'm thinking, when the time comes to attend a wedding, I need to apply for a visa, which is very annoying..."

"I don't necessarily invite you..." She looked at me with disgust, then stood up, "Go and accompany your little cutie, and have dinner together later. Last time I said to invite Xiaoqianli to dinner, you are allowed to come Rub it."

Okay, I'm reduced to a foil.

Then we had dinner near the museum. After eating, it was almost seven o'clock. Aven went back to the coffee shop to continue his work. Qianli and I walked slowly back to the parking place.

She already knew that her sister Aven was going abroad, and she was a little bit silent all the way, not knowing if she was reluctant.I didn't say anything, the city lights were on, and the neon lights were flickering, but the place Aven was going to was already dead at night.

The car was parked on the side of the road, and Qianli sat in and stopped moving, as if she had no intention of leaving.I turned to look at her, the car was very quiet, the light from outside hit her face through the glass in front of the car, making her profile very soft.

"Don't worry." She said suddenly, turning her head to me.

I was baffled and didn't know what was going on in her head, but I still asked in cooperation, "What do you worry about?"

"You still have me," she said.

I smiled lowly.

She didn't know, but whenever she said something like a promise so earnestly, I found it... very interesting.Her eyes are as innocent and pure as a child's, and the persistence in her tone sounds so immature but sweet, which makes one's heart moved, but who would really take a child's promise as an oath?

I lowered my head, stretched out my hand, pulled down her seat belt under her fiery gaze, lowered my head to fasten it, and made a "click".

But at least, I have her now, she is wholehearted, she is so moving, this moment is so wonderful, even if the rest of my life is uncertain, and there are countless possibilities in the future, so what?

So I looked up and kissed her.

A real kiss.

I licked her lips, her teeth, the base of her tongue, and her fingertips unintentionally twisted around my clothes, clinging to me unreservedly, responding to me greenly and passionately, so that the more I kissed, the more I kissed. Unable to control herself, she lingered tenderly to the depths.

Finally exhausted, I let go of her lips, but the tip of my nose was still lingering against hers, my breath was hot and humid.

She was panting with her mouth slightly open, her eyes were dim, her fingers were still holding on to my clothes, and she looked so dazed by the kiss that I pecked at the corners of her lips and the tip of her nose again.This action made her loosen my shirt, but she didn't let go of me. Instead, she hugged my neck tightly, buried her face deeply in the socket of my neck, and only showed a pair of red ears.

Oh, embarrassing.

After letting her hold her like this for a while, I stroked her hair and said softly, "Go back, huh?"

She gave a vague "hmm", finally let go of my neck, grabbed the seat belt on my chest instead, and sat down obediently.

I buckled up my seatbelt and drove the car out.

10 minutes later……

"Ouch! This is not the way back to your house!"

"Don't you have class at eight o'clock?"

"Ah-"