writing coffee

After all, Yan Qian did not miss the appointment, she came back with Xiao Jin.

I was surprised that she was no different from the last time we met, and then I realized that I had taken it for granted.

I also took it for granted that Xiaojin would be sad to return to this place after many years and look at the things left by his mother, but he didn't.He just opened and looked at each room in nostalgia, stroking those familiar lines inch by inch, like a treasure seeker, opening the door of a certain cabinet, digging out the jewels buried in his memory.Finally, he said, thank you sister Murong, this place is the same as before.

I smiled lightly and didn't answer.

The dead are gone, the living are like this... His aunt took good care of him.

really good.

And at this moment, Yan Qian is sitting on the couch in the living room, sitting next to me, we are like two loving mothers watching our children exploring the world, and we love each other for his little discoveries, every time he looks back at Qian. Laughed and felt relieved.The time at this moment is as peaceful as dust dancing in the morning light, like a pointer reincarnating in eternity.

So I couldn't help it, and turned to look at her, only to find that she was also looking at me for an unknown amount of time.

I panicked for a while, not knowing what she was seeing from me.

But she just stretched out her hand, and lightly placed my shoulder on her side, as if sighing, but also as if gently comforting, she said in a low voice: "Murong, the dead are gone, and the living are like this."

I stared at her blankly.

Her lips opened and closed, but her voice seemed to come from far away, and seemed to seep from the surrounding air, or, from the back of my mind, from my heart.I suddenly felt an indescribable sourness gushing out of my throat, which paralyzed my mouth and nerves, so that I couldn't say a word, nor could I make an appropriate expression.

"Sister Murong?" Xiao Jin came over at some point, and bent down to call me.

"You don't need to eat the cake, Xiao Jin," Yan Qian answered the words for me, "How about I cook dinner?"

"Okay! Shall we go to Sister Murong's house?" Xiao Jin immediately cheered, it seemed that Yan Qian didn't have many opportunities to cook.

I blinked, "Let me see what else is in the refrigerator, little prince, you may go to the vegetable market to feel the suffering of the people."

After speaking, he stood up and left the scene.

I certainly don't actually go back and open the fridge to see what's in there, I still know what's in my freezer, I just, need these few minutes to get back to normal.

Of course, I didn’t really go to the market to buy things in the end. The fresh food supermarket at the entrance of the community can deliver the goods directly to the door.

Although Yan Qian said he would not eat the cake, he still cooked the noodles and added two poached eggs, and I was forced to share one of them.

After drinking and eating, Xiao Jin became interested in the big chinchilla in my study again, but this time he was not complacent. He asked, "Where is the young lady who helped you bring it back? Sister Qianli?"

I raised my eyebrows, I didn't expect him to ask about Qianli. "I'm in school."

Today is Thursday, at this time, the evening elective class should start.

"University? Sister Qianli is studying something, where is it?"

"Well, the Academy of Fine Arts is in the university town."

"Wow, the university town..." He held his chin to think for a while, and suddenly said to Yan Qian with great interest, "I haven't been to the university town here yet, aunt, do you want to go and see it?"

Ok?

"Okay." Yan Qian said.

What's happening here?

"Sister Murong, I haven't been back for a long time, and I want to stay a few more days before leaving, and my aunt will accompany me. Let's go to University City to find Sister Qianli to play tomorrow!"

I couldn't laugh or cry, "It's okay to go to the university town, but sister Qianli may not be free, she may have classes to attend."

"Oh..." The little guy was a little disappointed. After thinking about it, he said, "Then when will she finish class? You can come to us when she finishes class!"

"I'll ask her."

So, under someone's eager gaze, I picked up my mobile phone and sent Qianli a WeChat message: Xiao Jin and his aunt want to go to the university town tomorrow, and the little prince asks if you are free.

In fact, I know Qianli’s Friday class schedule very well. There are two periods in the morning and one period in the afternoon until 03:30.She usually goes straight to the subway after class, and she can get to "Writing Coffee" before five o'clock, stay there until nine o'clock in the evening, and then come home with me.

But I'm not sure if she's busy tomorrow, and even more uncertain if she's willing to be with Yan Qian...

Little Qianli: Yes!

Xiaoqianli: Are you also together?

Xiaoqianli: I’m free at noon, get out of class ends at 03:30 in the afternoon, when will you come over

me: um

Me: Go back to the dormitory for a rest at noon, let’s play by ourselves first, and come back after class

Xiaoqianli: Good~

Xiaoqianli: "Be nice"

Xiaoqianli: "Give you a big hug"

Xiaoqianli "Ask for Kiss"

Me: play mobile phone in class?

Little Qianli didn't reply to me, haha.

"How is it?" As soon as I put down the phone, the little prince couldn't wait to ask. When I got an affirmative answer, he finally showed a satisfied smile.

"Qianli..." Yan Qian suddenly spoke up, "Is that the kid I met last time?"

My current mood can be said to be helpless. "Uh-huh."

"Auntie, have you met Sister Qianli, when did you meet?" The little prince can be said to have fully expressed his curiosity about Sister Qianli.

I glanced at Yan Qian jokingly, with a delicate expression.I can be sure that Xiao Jin didn't know about her last injury.

Sure enough, she replied without changing her face: "When I came to live here last time, I met once in the elevator."

Brazen.

I opened my mouth: "That day——"

Someone kicked me out of Jin's sight and I shut up.

"What happened that day?" Xiao Jin persisted.

"I wasn't there that day," I said.

Yan Qian bowed his head and smiled.

The next day, the weather was not so good. It was overcast when we went out in the morning, but it never rained.

We spent a morning visiting several prestigious schools in the university town, and after a brief lunch, guided by Qianli the night before, we went to the art gallery of the Academy of Fine Arts to see an exhibition about Chinese "Duanyan".

As a native Chinese, I don't know as much about the "Four Treasures of the Study" as a traditional Chinese culture than a German-born Chinese, which makes me a little guilty.But when I think about "Buddha jumping over the wall", I feel relieved. After all, is there a specialization in art...

When I came out of the art gallery, it was already raining outside. The rain was very thin, but dense, falling obliquely at a very tricky angle, and soon formed a "vast ocean" on the ground.

Qianli didn't know if she had brought an umbrella, so we decided to drive to pick her up near the classroom.

When I arrived at the teaching area, I found that the overhead floor below the teaching building was already full of college students without umbrellas. Their clothes were of mixed colors, with different expressions and postures. In this spring rainy university campus, they could barely be regarded as A landscape painting.Among them, Qianli is the most beautiful stroke.

Because she was waiting for someone to pick her up, she stood at the outermost part of the crowd, looking forward to it. The colorful striped skirt was gently lifted up by the breeze wrapped in drizzle. From a distance, it seemed that the whole spring was full of falling flowers. fly.

I parked the car on the side of the road, separated from the teaching building by a large area of ​​greenery, and a path paved with cobblestones in the middle meanders and extends to Qianli's feet.

"I'll go pick up Sister Qianli." Xiao Jin unbuckled her seat belt and volunteered.

"Well," I turned around, facing Yan Qian who was sitting in the back seat, "Auntie, help me to hold the umbrella, the one with the long black handle is bigger."

Although Xiao Jin is just over 16 years old, thanks to his European blood, he has grown to over 1.8 meters. With that half-familiar handsome face, he just opened the car door and got out of the car with an umbrella, which has already attracted Fang Yuan. All eyes within tens of meters.

He walked over, and the two of them smiled face to face and didn't know what they said. I guess it was something like "Sister Qianli" and "Little Prince". Li walked under the umbrella, and the two of them walked slowly towards me next to each other.

Campus, spring rain, wet flowers and grass, stone-paved path, youth, laughter, young face... everything seems just right.

"Girlfriend?" Yan Qian asked.

"Well." I replied.

Xiaojin opened the co-pilot's door, and Qianli came in with a wet smell. She first called out "Murong" joyfully, then followed her gaze and nodded to Yanqian before turning her head to take it. Xiao Jin handed back the book, and said sweetly, "Thank you, little prince."

Her hair was covered with moisture, I took two paper towels to help her dry, and after Xiaojin sat in the back seat, I said, "Qianli, this is Xiaojin's aunt Yanqian, you can come with Xiaojin Call me aunt."

When I said the last sentence, I raised my eyebrows and glanced at Yan Qian. The meaning of provocation was self-evident. Of course Qianli understood, so she replied obediently: "Sister Yan, my name is Jian Qianli. You call me Qianli just like Murong. Pears are fine."

However, to my surprise, Yan Qian actually said, "Qianli is about the same age as Xiaojin, right? I'm too embarrassed to call you sister, so let's call her aunt."

Qianli is as good as a gentleman: "Okay, aunt~"

I was so frightened that I almost flew the car out, but two young people who were about the same age had already chatted happily, so I had to try my best to maintain the calmness I should have at my age, and drove the car out smoothly.