writing coffee

The next morning, Qianli went back to school early, and she didn't sleep for five hours in total, she deserved it...

I slept until nearly eight o'clock before getting up and slowly getting ready to go out.

Around 08:30, I was already at the door of "Writing Coffee", and what was even more rare was that there were already guests waiting outside the door at this time.

"Good morning!" I said.

"Good morning!" She raised a smile and nodded politely.

It was a beautiful young lady, dressed as an office worker, with light makeup on her face, her words and deeds were indescribably elegant and capable.

"I heard that there is a coffee design exhibition here, am I here early?" She pointed to the glass door, inside the door was a sign of "On Rest", next to which was the promotion of the exhibition.

Also a beautiful young lady who loves art.

"The designers are late," I smiled, and opened the door. "If you're not in a hurry, you can wait until nine o'clock."

"Thank you." She walked in after me.

"These are all exhibits," I pointed to the artworks on the display shelf that they put up last night. "Would you like to sit down and have a cup of coffee? It's hand poured, but you have to wait for 10 minutes."

"No thanks, I just came over after drinking tea, do you have dessert? I'll pack some to take away later." She didn't sit down, she seemed very interested in those exhibits, and looked like she was researching.

I said apologetically, "I'm sorry, there's only coffee."

She cast an unexpected look, like most guests who came in for the first time.

"Well, writing coffee, just coffee and books."

She smiled knowingly, "Very good, I'll come for coffee next time."

"it is good."

She concentrated on looking at the designs for a while, then left.

I was busy on my own for a while, and at 7 minutes to nine, I changed the sign that I was resting, and went outside the door with a watering can to water the flowers.As soon as I opened the door, I saw young designers coming here, waving to me from a distance, and I could vaguely hear the voice of greeting.

Really vibrant.

As they got closer, a familiar figure suddenly appeared from behind the crowd, and he shouted in great surprise and surprise: "Murong?!"

This call in a high voice caused several people around to cast more surprised glances at him, only Qianli cast surprised glances at me.

I could only return her an inscrutable and indescribable expression, looked at that person, and waved to him: "Li Tang? Good morning~"

"You guys know each other?" Qianli walked up to me and stood still, asking.

"The store manager you are talking about is Murong?" Li Tang immediately asked back.

I had no choice but to ask, "So what's going on with you?"

"Tangtang is the instructor of our association." Qianli replied.

Tangtang?

well.

"You know each other?" Qianli asked.

"Yeah, it's a long story." I opened the door for them, and patted Qianli on the shoulder, "Someone came to visit just now, it's a pity that I couldn't see the designer, I left without even drinking coffee Alright... let's go in now."

So she reluctantly followed the other students in, leaving Li Tang where she was.

It's hard to say what kind of fate makes Li Tang and I meet again and again in various ways at different times and places. It's lucky for me, but not necessarily for Li Tang.

"No wonder you don't like drinking those coffees," Li Tang casually fiddled with the vine leaves crawling on the shelf, looked at me with a half-smile, and said the address word by word, "Mu, Rong, shop manager. "

I held back my laughter, knowing that I was wrong, and didn't dare to refute, so I had to change the subject: "So, these are the people who laughed at you for not understanding coffee?"

He didn't really bother with me either, and replied: "It's not this group of people, it's Master Jane alone."

Master Jane?

Ok.

"Then they still find you as an instructor? Because you know art?"

He shrugged his shoulders, and said indifferently with a trace of resentment: "Because there is no association without an instructor."

I laughed unceremoniously.

He also laughed.

When the smile faded, he whispered as if talking to himself: "Now I finally understand why she insisted on establishing a coffee association."

"Who?" Sounds like there's another story?

Li Tang suddenly stopped talking.

I turned my head to look at him, and I accidentally bumped into his probing gaze and hesitant expression, so I couldn't help raising my eyebrows.

He was unfathomably silent for a while, as if after a long thought, he finally spoke slowly: "Murong, don't you know who founded this association?"

I was a little unresponsive.

He looked at me fixedly, his eyes were a bit complicated, and suddenly he twitched the corners of his mouth and let out a wry smile from his nose.

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I froze in place.

Inside, there are mixed feelings.

Li Tang didn't stay for long. After watching me water the flowers, he left.

He said that he just drove them over along the way, and met the rumored store manager by the way. He didn't expect such a big reward, and the trip was worthwhile.

He left without even drinking his coffee.

If Li Tang was lucky before, then now, he should have given up completely.And this is all due to someone Jane.Of course, I don't really see this as a victory.

The exhibition went smoothly, and the number of people who came here was beyond my imagination, but I soon realized that half of them should be alumni of the Academy of Fine Arts.In short, the whole day has been quite busy, even ordering takeaway for lunch, so Qianli didn't have a chance to talk to me properly, so I could think about the issue of establishing an association.

So now, while we were walking home side by side, and she was watching me cautiously, I was taking a leisurely stroll.

"So you know Tangtang, Murong?" When she asked this, she let go of my hand and put her hands on my arms, leaning half of her body against me, with her head lightly resting on my shoulders. Over my shoulder, half puzzled half coquettishly looked up at me.

I lowered my eyes and looked at her for a second, and replied lightly: "Yes."

"Murong..." She stood up straight, separated a little distance from me, and took my hand again, clenched it tightly.

"Ok?"

She was silent for a while before she spoke: "The Coffee Association, I built it." Admitting the wrong tone.

"I know, this morning..." I paused, "Tangtang told me."

However, she didn't care about the title I used, or didn't notice at all, but explained seriously: "When I said I wanted to learn coffee from you, I really planned to join the Coffee Association. It was only later that I found out that we There is no such thing as a coffee association at school, so I have to build one myself. I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure if I could make it, and if I said it and I couldn't make it, it would be... Shame on you, I don't want you to think I'm a... big talker."

"Yeah." I understand.

"Later, I kept thinking, wait for it to be bigger, better, and more powerful, and when I do well enough, I will tell you that this is the association I established for you, and this is what I give you. gift from me.” She stopped, “I hope I can at least design the coffee utensils you like, so that you will feel happy every time you make coffee, and then, you will think of me... Last time I asked you about those Is there a icing on the cake when things are in the store, you know how happy I am when you say yes? It's like, like I'm asking you, is your life when I'm in your life Filled with joy because of it, and you say yes."

She grabbed my hand, and I had to stop.I expected that she would admit her mistake to me because she deliberately concealed it, but I didn't expect that there were so many true feelings hidden behind this seemingly joking lie.

"Murong...Murong, are you angry with me?"

"No." I replied calmly.

What are you angry about?Angry at her good intentions?

"Murong..." Maybe my answer was too calm, she walked up to me, raised her head and looked at me with a begging look on her face, I saw a hint of panic in her eyes unexpectedly, and realized that, While I was silently thinking and digesting the facts, she might have been on edge all day.

"Murong, maybe I am too young for you to understand what love is, maybe you will think that my so-called love is nothing more than liking, or even a kind of infatuation, whatever, I don't know how to do it myself It’s considered loving someone, because I’ve never liked anyone else, I’ve only liked you.” As she spoke, her eyes gradually became sharper, she locked my sight, like a gentle beast, she said whatever she wanted The question is asking its prey, "But, from the moment I fell in love with you, all my choices are about you, every decision I make is for you, all my pursuits are not for more To better myself, but to love you better...Murong, tell me, does this count as love?"

Calculate.

Of course, if this is not love, then there is nothing to expect about love.

However, I may be a naturally indifferent person.I'm not bad at words, but I never know how to express my feelings. The more sad and happy I am inside, the calmer I look on the outside.

So I just stayed still, looked at her without saying a word, and tightly locked my brows. I felt that the sockets of my eyes were wet, and I was afraid that tears would fall if I blinked.The lights on the sidewalk are dim, she must not be able to see my eyes clearly, she will not know, at this moment, I am completely moved by her.

I realized like never before, Jian Qianli, all the sweet words she said to me were never just sweet words.

"Murong..." She grabbed my arm with both hands, desperately wanting an answer from me.

I broke off her left hand, held it in the palm of my hand, and walked slowly towards home.

She was persistent and wanted to struggle, I said: "Last time, before the National Day, when I went on a trip, I got airsick on the plane, and it happened that Li Tang was sitting next to me, and he helped me a lot. "

She is quiet.

I said: "Later, I sent Yan Qian to the airport and met him again. To express my gratitude, I bought him a cup of coffee. Then, when I went to school to find you, didn't you go to class? When I was about to leave, I ran into him again. I sat in the coffee shop of your school for a while. Heh, I made up my mind to tell him that I am a barista who doesn’t like Italian coffee when we meet again. Thinking about it, he was directly smashed by him today."

"He likes you." She clenched her fingers tightly, as if angry, it hurt me a little, "I can see it."

I let her hold it, carefully savoring the throbbing that spread from the palm of my hand to my heart, and then answered after a while: "Well, but last time at school, I told him that I have a girlfriend."

I was staggered by her, and then supported by her in a panic. She looked at me with wide eyes in disbelief: "What did you tell him?"

I calmly repeated: "I told him I have a girlfriend."

Her eyes widened a bit, the expression on her face froze for a moment, then changed into a foolish smile, she leaned over, and hugged me like a disciple.

"Murong~" She raised her eyes and looked at me, full of stars.

"Ok?"

"Murong~"

"uh-huh."

"Murong!"

"Ah."

"Mu—"

I lowered my head, kissed her chatter like a dragonfly, and kissed her again while she was in a daze.

She finally came to her senses and hooked my neck, intending to turn against the customer, but I covered her mouth with one hand.

She looked at me with wide eyes in bewilderment.

I said, "Everyone is watching, what do you want to do?"

She shook her head and moved closer to my mouth.

"Qianli." I called her name seriously, and she became obedient.

"Little Qianli..." I let go of her mouth, grabbed a few hairs from her temples, and pinned them behind her ears carefully.

I wanted to say, thank you, but thank you for what?All she did was not in exchange for a thank you. Perhaps, the last thing she wants to hear is thanks, and what I can repay her is far from what a thank you can express.

So, I took her hand again, put it on my lips and kissed it lightly, then put it down, held it tightly, and continued to walk forward slowly.

She let me lead her without saying a word, as if she didn't care about my sudden silence, or where I would take her.

Maybe, this...is love.