writing coffee

The flowering period of kapok is very short, and it starts to wither in the middle of the spring. When its old gnarled branches are covered with bright green leaves, Yan Jin returns.

He came back without warning, maybe he wanted to give me a surprise, but it frightened me a lot.

It was an ordinary weekend, and it was almost dusk in the afternoon. At my bar, Qianli used the white hand pouring pot she gave me to make coffee for the guests—her favorite Yirgacheffe, which she recommended to the guests.

I sat at the place closest to the bar and read a book, enjoying my leisure.

It's been two weekends since I agreed to let her make coffee for guests last weekend.Watching other people make coffee in my own coffee shop is really a fresh and pleasant experience. The only fly in the ointment is that I have to taste every cup of coffee she brews to ensure that the quality of her product does not ruin mine. "Writing coffee" reputation.Fortunately, the number of "returning work" is not many, and she even received a few heartfelt compliments, and her happiness blossomed.

It has been more than a month since the day Kapok was first opened, and the number of times I met Qianli has not increased, but has decreased.Out of her demands on herself, her studies are very heavy. In order to be a "barista" at my place wholeheartedly on weekends, she can no longer pop up out of nowhere during school days like before.I seldom ask her about school, and in this regard, she is, as she once boasted, "mature and stable."

I thought that was fine, and I indulged her habit of staying at my house on Friday nights.

However, there is not much difference between us, at most, she is keen to hug me in private, like a child, she likes things she likes, um... she can't put it down.

"Murong Murong, look!" Someone suddenly ran out from the bar, "That man, look so good! So handsome!"

I raised my eyebrows secretly, and didn't intend to turn my head to look at it, and continued to bury my head in the book.

"He's going to cross the road~ he's coming to drink coffee?!" She continued to provoke me without knowing it, "Murong, take a look, really! Michelangelo's David is nothing more than that, this one Still alive!"

The last sentence accidentally pleases me, although I can't imagine there is a handsome guy like a naked David on the street... But she means that she is just admiring a work of art.So I decided to cooperate, turned my head and took a look, and then I was stunned.

It's sincere.

He is alone.

I recognized him immediately.Although we haven't really met each other for three years, there are occasional photos and videos, and I can barely say that I have been watching him grow up, so apart from the fact that his height is a bit beyond my expectation, this face is my favorite. Fairly familiar.So what really surprised me was not that he was Yan Jin, but that Yan Jin came back early.

This surprised me, even alarmed me.

He has a stern expression, and the childishness of that delicately carved face has almost lost its childishness, and the edges and corners have begun to harden, giving him the appearance of an adult.He strode across the one-way street with a straight waist, heading towards "writing coffee" with a clear goal.My gaze followed his figure quietly, and I was more shocked than happy, and my heart was full of twists and turns, with ups and downs.

Yan Qian once said that the children of the Yan family are not allowed to leave the Yan family's sphere of influence before they are 16 years old. That's why the house left by his mother has been kept by me for three years. If drifting here is an accident, then what is it for this time?Or is it about her mother?Or is it because of the person who promised to come back with him but disappeared?

"Murong, it seems that he really wants to drink coffee~" A certain person is still in a nympho.

I came back to my senses, took a look at her jumping posture, raised my thumb and gently wiped the corner of her mouth.

She froze for a moment, blinked her eyes, seemed a little shy, and wiped her hand, "What's wrong?"

"Wipe the drool." I said solemnly.

The blush that had just appeared on her face faded away like a tide, and she gave me a hard look, "Where is it!" Halfway through the stare, the wind chime sounded, and then I watched her gaze turn away in mid-air With a big bend, a sweet smile appeared in the direction of the door.

Oh, the wings are hard.

I stood up, turned around to meet Shang Yanjin's gaze, and smiled silently. No matter what, the sudden reunion after a long absence was still touching.

He laughed too.This smile caused countless cracks on his sculpture-like cold face, like the magma surging under the earth's crust tore the frozen earth, and like a piece of spotless glass accidentally shattered, the fragments peeled off and exposed The most important thing is the warm and soft texture underneath.That smile was filled with pure and undisguised joy, reminding me of the scene of our reunion downstairs in the community on that autumn rainy evening many years ago.

Time flies like water, things pass away and people change, but there are always some things that will not change.

He walked over briskly and gave me a big hug.

"Sister Murong..." he called out softly, his voice had become a little low for some time, with a little nostalgia and uncontrollable excitement.

This little guy has grown to be half a head taller than me.

I smoothed the hair on his head and deliberately lowered my tone, "Good boy~"

He quickly let go of his embrace, like a wolf petted like a dog, looking at me with a complicated face.

Qianli smiled unpretentiously beside her, which caught his attention.

"You're not the legendary little prince Yan Jin, are you?" Qianli blinked.

Unexpectedly, Yan Jin was completely indifferent to this title, it seemed that he had heard it before, or was already used to it.He looked at Qianli inquiringly for a while, and then asked confidently: "Are you the little sister who accompanied Sister Murong on her birthday last time?"

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, I still remember this incident?But where is the logic?Because he has heard of such a young lady?

Qianli was also obviously taken aback, but only for a moment. She opened her eyes wide in surprise, and then she looked proud, "Yes, I helped her bring your big chinchilla home!"

I started to have a bad feeling.

Yan Jin glanced at me, a little unbelievable, "Really? Sister Murong brought it home?"

"Of course, that's a gift from you!" Someone began to get carried away, like a gossip dealer with a big secret in his hand, using a mysterious tone that deliberately tantalizes people's appetite, "That princess skirt……"

I grabbed her by the collar, threw her back to the bar, and asked Yan Jin, "There is no ice cream to eat, Xiao Jin, do you want coffee?"

The flying look on his face faded, "Sister Murong, I'm leaving soon."

Qianli paused, then turned around and looked at him eagerly.

He turned his head to look outside the door, and pointed to the car across the road with his chin, "I'm going to City H, I just stopped by to see you. Sister Murong, this incident is so sudden, my aunt may not have time to tell you Mention, I came back to attend her wedding."

wedding?

A wedding... what is it?For a moment, my thinking fell into a real confusion, but it was only for a moment, and the next second, I was dragged into another quagmire, but I sank soberly, without struggling, without any struggle. into the abyss.

Yan Qian, she... is getting married?do you mean this?Is her injury healed?

Sudden?Why so suddenly?Will she?Heh, if she is unwilling... who can make her unwilling?

who is it?What kind of man is it...is that...

I looked at Yan Jin, and the face of the taciturn man repeatedly flashed in my mind. I slowly raised my right hand, and gently stroked my fingertips from between the eyebrows, across the forehead, and into the hairline.

Yan Jin's expression gradually became surprised, "Sister Murong, you know! Have you seen it?"

Ah.

I lowered my eyes, fiddled with my bangs, raised my eyes again, and said lightly, "Well, I've seen it, I guess."

Yan Jin was hit hard, he said angrily, "My aunt even showed you a real person?! I haven't even seen a real person yet, huh!"

I laughed at myself, your aunt didn't even tell you, how could she tell me?At first he wanted to explain, but then he realized that he might not know about Yan Qian's injury, so he kept silent.

At this time, I heard Qianli say: "Little Prince, can I call you Little Prince? My name is Qianli, and you can call me Sister Qianli."

"Sure, sister Qianli." Yan Jin replied.

I couldn't help laughing.I don't know if it's because Qianli is so petite and exquisite, and she may have to bear the humiliating prefix of "small" for her whole life.

I didn't ask the exact date of the wedding, nor did I ask when he would come back next time, but I reached out and touched his head again, this time, he bowed his head obediently.

After Yan Jin left, I sat where I was, but I was no longer in the mood to read. I leaned back on the chair and flipped through the pages of the book. I imagined Yan Qian wearing a wedding dress in my mind, but I couldn't. .

With Yan Yan's identity, her wedding is definitely not as simple and warm as Maizi's, but it must be extremely grand and grand, accompanied by the exchange of interests or power struggles.But none of that mattered if the other person was someone she could trust without reservation in times of greatest danger.

And I, seeing the most important people in my life have found their own destination one by one, and I am more happy than sad in my heart, even though this destination shuts me out.

And where is my home?

At the end of Qianli's busy day, I also finished reading one of my books.Stretching comfortably, I leaned back on the back of the chair and watched her clean up the bar without any intention of helping.

Maybe it was because I stretched too much, she took time out of her busy schedule to glance at me.Just a glance, no comment, and the movements of the hands did not stop at all.After all the work was done, she came out from the bar, took the book on my desk without saying a word, took it back to the bookcase and put it away, and then returned to my side, softly said: "Let's go."

I stood up without hesitation and walked straight to the door.

She turned off the lights, locked the door, handed me the key, and we walked quietly down the road.

When I got to the subway entrance, it was only a quarter to nine o'clock. I stopped, raised my hand and waved casually to say goodbye to her.

But she stood still, and looked at me again, the eyes were almost meaningful, and then she grabbed my hand in mid-air, and dragged me to continue walking.

I let her lead me, neither cooperating nor resisting. I drew a straight line with both hands and walked one after the other.

"What are you doing?"

"Send you home."

"I know the way home."

"Then I will accompany you home."

"Your mother told you to go home and go to bed."

She didn't answer, she took out her cell phone with the other hand and started calling. "Mom~ I'm not going home tonight...well, I have something to do, let's talk about it tomorrow...OK, I see...bye~"

"..."

She stopped, turned around, "Hey, I've said everything..."

I remembered what she said about face last time, and snorted coldly, "Then you may have to stay in a hotel tonight."

She smiled and took two steps back, let go of my hand and hugged my arm tightly, pushing me forward.

"Uncle Xiao and Sister Maizi's wedding will be next month. I chose two songs, but I don't know which one to sing. I'll sing it to you later. Can you choose one for me? Okay~"

"what?"

"'For You', and 'The Rest of My Life'."

"The rest of my life."

"Why? You haven't heard..."

"I like "The Rest of My Life"."

"Okay, then "The rest of my life"."

"You little girl, why sing "For You"? It's not convincing at all."

"..."

The author has something to say:

Note: 1. "For You" Lyricist: Eleven Lang Composer: Zhang Yu Original Singer: Zhang Yu (although the lyrics are not shown, but interested students can search it. It is worth mentioning that Eleven Lang is the wife of Mr. Zhang Yu Well, it is said that the stage name "Eleventh Lang" was given by Mr. Zhang Yu.)

2. "The rest of my life" Lyricist: Ma Liang Composer: Ma Liang Original singer: Ma Liang cover: Wang Erlang

Sorry for the long wait... so sorry.

At the same time, thank you friends who are still waiting for so long, and the cuties who left messages in the comments, my love for you is second only to Xiaoqianli~

Regarding the lack of update for so long, the author has no valid reason... So, I can only try to finish this article at the end of this month, um, also called the end of the year, the last day to apologize!

Starting today, it will be updated at [-]:[-] pm every night. Since the current manuscript has exceeded the number of days for daily updates, the second update will be irregular. As for the third update, what if?