writing coffee

"Hello store manager!" "Hello store manager!" "Hi sister Murong!" "Is your name Murong sister?" "Oh, sorry, sorry! Hello store manager!"

"...Morning." This is, which show?

"Morning?! Manager, it's 21:37:[-] Beijing time. Which time zone are you using?"

Hehe, "You have a sense of humor~"

"Hey!" The next second, "Ouch!" Holding his head and running away.

"Hurry up and start working!" Jian Qianli, who had just slapped someone else's head, looked around and began to give orders to the laughing people, "Precautions: Before moving any furnishings in the store, you must get the approval of the store manager! The store manager All suggestions must be accepted and no rebuttals are allowed! After finishing, please ask the store manager to look at the store manager and nod to pass! I will give you an hour to finish, act quickly, and don’t delay the store manager’s work!”

"Okay, manager!" "Yes, manager!" "No problem, manager!"

Are you here to be funny... I glanced at the instigator, she suppressed a smile, pretended nothing happened, and began to arrange the scene.

Today is Friday, and I have just sent off the last customer to end today's business, and these few... idiots from the Coffee Association of the Academy of Fine Arts were ushered in.

After investigation, the instigator of this result was actually myself.

Last time, Qianli told me to borrow "writing coffee" to hold a meeting for a few hours, and showed me their works.Because I had the experience of renting out venues to some niche artists for solo exhibitions, I suggested to her that they could hold a mini-exhibition of their works, open to visitors for two days on weekends, and hold a "quasi-shareholder meeting" at the end.

"Uh...Murong, our association really can't afford the venue fee..."

"There is no need to pay the venue fee. During the exhibition period, I will be open normally. You just need someone to come and watch. You can do some publicity in the store in advance, and I can also lend you the public platform of 'Writing Coffee' to send push..."

Then, because of this "generosity and kindness", I was directly promoted to be the store manager of their entire association.

The publicity has been done half a month in advance, and the venue has been surveyed before. The exhibition will officially start tomorrow, and they will come here to make arrangements in advance tonight.

In fact, before this, Qianli didn’t talk to me about their association much—even the fact that the hand-operated bean grinder that surprised me was designed by her, I only knew it when I saw the product introduction .I still remember that she wanted to learn coffee from me in order to enter the association. At that time, I only thought that this guy was a drunkard. Now it seems that the threshold of their association may indeed be a bit high-I mean artistic accomplishment, It has nothing to do with IQ.Moreover, judging from the interaction between them, this guy not only entered the association, but also seemed to be doing well?They all have leadership style, haha.

It is also because of the exhibition that I have the opportunity to see more of Qianli at work and in front of others.I'm a little fascinated by that kind of strategic posture and what can be called outstanding.

But at this moment, that fascinating person suddenly turned his head as if he had a premonition, and precisely caught my sight.

My heart trembled, but my eyes didn't flicker, and I met her eyes.

She suddenly twitched the corners of her mouth, stopped what she was doing, and without moving her gaze, she just walked towards me step by step, stood still in front of the bar, and then, half of her body lay on the bar, jokingly said in a low voice: "Are you fascinated by my strategizing and heroic appearance, Manager Murong? You have been staring at me for half an hour~"

"It's an exaggeration," I replied with some leisure, "I only watched it for half a minute."

She started to laugh, but she pursed her lips and did not make a sound. She just narrowed her eyes tightly, and the dimples that were usually faintly visible were deeply embedded on her cheeks at this moment.

I think she laughed a little too much, so I ignored her and continued with the work at hand, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitched.

"Okay," she laughed enough and stood up straight, "I'll continue to work, you can continue to look at me, and I can pretend not to notice."

Humph.

It took only half an hour for them to set up the venue, and a group of people waited for me to lock the door and walked towards the subway noisily.

Qianli and I walked slowly at the end without talking, but she looked very happy, so when she suddenly took my arm and said that she was going back to school tonight, I didn't react.

"Ok?"

"There are still some details. We have to go back to school to discuss. I will sleep in the dormitory tonight." She explained softly.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Ah."

After a while, someone was unwilling to be lonely: "If you can't sleep alone, you can call me~"

I snorted coldly, "If I can't fall asleep, just get up and clean up the guest room for you."

She leaned on my shoulder, giggling, and the flowers and branches trembling.It finally stopped.

After being silent for a while, she said again: "Go to bed early tonight, you have to get up early tomorrow...you have to get up early these two days."

Although it is said that in order to cooperate with the exhibition, "Writing Coffee" will open at [-]:[-] am this weekend, which is a few hours earlier than usual, but what is the reason for this strong tone of worry?I also get up early when it opens at twelve o'clock...

Suddenly, I felt a little teasing, and I said disdainfully, "Why do you go to bed so early? I have to go to the bar later, kid!"

She stopped suddenly, dragged me to a stop, looked at me in surprise, and was speechless for a while.

This reaction is so cute.

I couldn't help pinching her ear, and explained in a warm voice: "Your sister Aven is leaving tomorrow, and I will practice it for her tonight, just the two of us." We agreed to leave in early May, but the result was still It dragged on until June.

I let go of her ears, held her shoulders, and led her to continue walking, "I wanted to take you home before driving out, but I didn't expect you to be so witty."

She grabbed my hand and bit it lightly to vent her anger, before saying, "I wish Sister Aven a safe journey!"

"Ah."

Very nice.

When I drove to 1987, Aven was already sitting there, still in that corner, with that big piece of glass.

She saw me through the glass, picked up the only bottle of beer on the table and drank it down, then beckoned to the waiter.So when I got into that seat and sat down, a handsome guy served us two sodas.

"You were so cool blowing the bottle just now." I teased.

"Get out," she replied, "I'm almost forgotten by the world, can you make a good impression on me, I don't want to think of you as a hateful face in the future!"

"So you still plan to remember mine, I'm a little touched." I picked up the cup, touched the rim of her cup, and drank more than half of it in one go.I'm really thirsty.

"I don't want to remember either, but you are very memorable." She said solemnly.

I looked at her cautiously and said tentatively, "Thank you?"

"Hahaha why are you so annoying!"

Then there was chatting all over the place, making random jokes, talking about something and nothing, and finally, there was a sudden silence.

It's not that I only know Aven in this circle, I know a lot of people, and occasionally go out to hang out, but only Aven is a friend.

Aven is quite famous in the circle, good-looking, tasteful, family background, and cultured... According to the background of this story, she should be a person who "forgive me for being unruly, indulgent and free in my life", but she is affectionate. dedicated.It is said that a person's heart is as deep as his appearance, and he is talking about Aven, but she is unlucky and encounters people who are not good.

I don't have many friends, just a few in all, and I'm losing them one by one.

"Why do you look so reluctant? I just found out today that you care about me so much. I'm a little touched." After she finished speaking, she also picked up the glass, touched the rim of mine, and drank the remaining sip in one go. dripping water.

I looked at her and didn't speak.

She suddenly laughed, "Sometimes you are quite naive, you know, Murong?"

I sneered, reached for the cigarette on her table, and lit one.

She shook her head, took one too, and lit mine.

"Or innocence." While puffing on her cigarette, she continued to talk about the topic just now. "You know, when I entered 'Writing Coffee' for the first time, I was...shocked. No one would open a coffee shop like that. At first I thought you were joking, similar to having money but no place Flowers and the like, you know, many of our small private cafes mean this."

"Well, you said that." I reminded her.

"But I didn't expect you to do it so seriously and so well. Besides, you don't seem to have any plans to change. Why do I feel that you want to do this for the rest of your life?"

"A lifetime..." I laughed, "It's too exaggerated, how long is a lifetime, who knows what will happen, I'm not as naive as you think, okay? But I really don't have any plans to change, let's set a small goal first , starting from a 'ten-year-old shop'."

At least, I have survived the most difficult years.And I really want to do it for a long time, let alone a lifetime, half a lifetime is a luxury.

"You misunderstood me, Murong, when I said naive, I meant to praise your purity."

"Okay, okay, I'm scared of you like this! Leave something nice to say next time we meet."

"I'm afraid there won't be a next time, Murong." She blinked and looked at me intently, half joking and half serious.

She was afraid, so she didn't plan to say goodbye properly.

"Don't worry, I will go to your wedding." I had already finished my soda water, so I had to push the empty glass forward and hit her empty glass with a crisp sound, "Little Qianli said I wish you a safe journey!"

"Haha, little Qianli..." She pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, stood up, and regained her ease, "Come on, take me home, I'm not driving."

After going around for a while, when I returned to the downstairs of the community, it was almost one o'clock in the morning, and I was a little tired. After all, I am a person who has to get up early tomorrow.So it's not that I'm tired now, but that I feel tired because I think I have to get up early tomorrow.

And this kind of tiredness was forced to turn into deep helplessness when I saw Jian Erha squatting in front of my house, and this kind of helplessness was aroused by the tiredness on her face that could not be concealed.

I didn't walk over, I leaned against the wall next to the elevator door, and put the left hand holding the key into the pocket of my jeans, looking down at her from a distance, slowly calming down the feeling that I didn't know where it came from. anger.

As soon as the elevator door opened, she saw me. It seemed that she wanted to run over, but she might have been squatting for a long time, and she didn't stand up all at once. When she saw my posture again, she simply squatted obediently. up.

"What are you doing here?"

"Wait for you to go home."

"How long?"

"Just arrived."

"Don't you sleep in the dormitory?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep, so get up and clean up the guest room for me."

Gee.

I rubbed my temples, went to open the door, and reached out to the man still squatting on the ground.

She grabbed it with quick eyes and hands, grinned, stood up with difficulty, lay on my shoulders, her hands hugged my waist tightly, and pressed half of her body weight on me.

I helped the disabled woman with numb legs and feet to sit down on the sofa, then stepped back and sat opposite her, and asked again: "How long have you been waiting?"

She glanced at my face, and replied cautiously: "Almost an hour... I didn't expect you to send Sister Aven home!"

All right, blame sister Aven.

"Didn't you say you won't come tonight?"

"I want to accompany you, sister Aven is gone..."

Are you not tired?

These days, I can see how busy she is with the association.As long as there is such a little leeway, she will never give up the opportunity to rub my bed, so before she said that she will not come tonight, she must have thought about it for hundreds of rounds. If I hadn't told The thing about her Aven...

I stared at her steadfastly, without speaking, until she sat up straight unconsciously, until she gradually restrained the smile on her face.

"Qianli," I looked straight into her eyes, "I hope you remember that the person you like is stronger than you think."

She slowly widened her eyes.

"She doesn't need you to worry about her all the time, she doesn't want you to make yourself so tired, and she doesn't want liking her to become a very tiring and exhausting thing for you."

"I don't feel tired at all! Really!" She said eagerly, "I feel very happy, Murong, liking you has always been a very happy thing for me."

I ignored her urgency, and continued to finish without haste: "You have to believe that I have the ability to deal with my feelings, and I have the ability to take care of myself...even you."

Slowly, slowly, she smiled.

I've never seen her smile like that.It’s like a bright red flower secretly hidden in the tender green exposed by the ice and snow in spring when it melts in the sun, like an unbearable and thirsty traveler in the desert who falls from a sandy ridge and falls into a clear spring. .

She sat there without moving, laughing for a moment, then stretched out her arms and begged silently.

Reluctantly and willingly, I stood up and walked in front of her. Before I could move, she suddenly hooked my neck and pulled hard. I fell forward and fell heavily on her body, pressing her between me and the sofa. .

She kissed me recklessly, passionately, madly.She tugged at my clothes, stroked me randomly, and ruffled my hair.

This young girl, who is just beginning to love her, was confused by my confession, and she couldn't help herself.

I grabbed its protruding paw, put it to my mouth and took a bite, she finally recovered from the frenzy, and looked at me impatiently and confusedly.This expression is really damn captivating.

I bit her lower lip hard, and she whimpered in pain, which I swallowed.I snatched her saliva, together with the air in my mouth, and kissed her limply in my arms.

Panting heavily, she stubbornly hugged my neck.She always likes to hold my neck when I kiss her.

I gently stroked her face, eyes, eyebrows, nose, chin, and turned back to her moist lips, and asked inaudibly, "Does it hurt?"

She looked at me blankly.

I chuckled, "It's swollen."

She buried her head angrily and bit me on the neck in retaliation.

It stings a little, and must have left a ring of shallow tooth marks.