writing coffee

The matter of cooperation was quickly settled.

"Writing Coffee" provides the "Coffee Art" studio with a space for product display and occasional design exhibitions for free. In return, they help "Writing Coffee" design some small souvenirs.

I thought those exhibits were put there directly, as the product of the first batch of cooperation, but within a week, they were all removed, and a new batch... came back exactly the same.

It may be that I looked at them with too much suspicion. This time, Jerry, the logistics director of the association who was in charge of running errands——I completely understand the mood of college students to give their companions a nickname, such as "Tangtang", such as "Jian Dashen", But it was unexpected for me to call a 1.9-meter-high guy "Jerry" - he showed me a friendly smile, handed the cup in his hand to me, pointed to the logo on it, and said, "Hey, Manager, this is a limited edition order~”

I was skeptical, took a look, and was stunned.It is engraved in cursive script - writing coffee art.

"Our boss said that in the future, all the things placed here will be engraved with this logo, and it will be a joint name. The only other designs purchased from our online platform are our 'Coffee Art' logo! And," he said in his tone It sounds inexplicably proud, "We will have more designers and products in the future. It is impossible to put everything here, and it can't be placed here, right? So, it is up to you, the store manager, to decide which ones can be placed here. ~"

I'm a little overwhelmed.

I feel like right now, someone secretly ordered me a room full of roses for Valentine's Day, and then, it was delivered by courier, and she wrote me a card saying that the roses represented her love for me Love, yet she herself is not with me.I stood alone among the roses in a room, holding a card written by her in my hand, full of joy and nowhere to vent, and full of gratitude, I didn't know how to express it.

Of course, this is much more touching than roses.

Finally I said, "Thanks, great work, would you like a cup of coffee?"

Big classmate Jerry scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, "Boss told me not to spoil your coffee..."

I couldn't help laughing out loud, how on earth did that guy become the boss of others?

But I didn't insist. There are indeed many people who can't accept the taste of black coffee.So I turned around and went into the bar to pour Tom a glass of water. He said thank you, then finished the drink in one breath and returned the glass to me. Then I turned around and continued to work on those "co-branded" design products. I watched with great interest. with.

"In addition to changing the logo, we also re-named each product." Seeing that I was interested, Tom began to explain with great interest, "We don't consider the function, directly according to its design concept or Visual effects, such as this glass, are called 'Aurora'."

I nodded in agreement. From the perspective of shape and color, it really deserves the name.

He pointed to a stirring rod of a siphon pot that was already placed on the shelf. It was made of dark brown wood, with exquisite patterns carved on the handle, a hole was punched on the top, and a tassel of the same color was tied, which was quite antique. charm. "This is called 'plausible'."

Ok?

Tom smiled slyly, "Because people who don't understand the siphon pot will think it's something like a fan bone at first sight."

Hmm... ok.

"And this, this set designed by our boss!" The more Tom talked, the more excited he took out a set of hand pouring equipment and coffee cups from the box, which seemed to be in the same series as the hand bean grinder. of. "Last time I didn't have time to finish these cups, so I just brought the grinder. Manager, guess what this is called?"

I took a close look at it carefully, and the theme of the whole set of utensils is the splicing of glass and wood. The materials are conflicting, but after the design, the whole shape is very harmonious, with a unique aesthetic feeling.I'm starting to really wonder what someone would name it.Based on the previous two prompts, I boldly make a guess: "World peace?"

"Hahaha what the hell? The boss will kill me if he hears it!" Tom unceremoniously denied my guess, probably because he was afraid that I would say any words that challenged his aesthetics. He no longer kept secrets and revealed the answer, " It's called 'Poetry Series I'."

I don’t know if you have seen raindrops as big as pearls falling on the white petals of guava flowers, causing the whole flower to tremble, and then frivolously falling from the edge of the petals, stirring the layers of leaves all the way, Finally it fell to the ground, leaving a small circle of marks in the sand.I have seen it.And at this moment, my heart is like the guava tree full of white flowers, trembling slightly in the spring breeze in May.

Although, it is already late June.

"Unexpectedly, our boss is not only accomplished in art, but also has a bit of talent in literature! Manager, please taste this name carefully, poetic artwork, poetic life, and a bit of woodiness in the elegance of glass Simple and unpretentious... Wow, Boss is really talented!"

Tom boasted about his boss and talked endlessly.But he doesn't know my name.

"Well, brilliant." I echoed.

From the moment I fell in love with you, all my choices are about you, every decision I make is for you, and all my pursuits are not for a better self, but for a better life Love you... Well, when you talk about love, you are also very amazing.

So, for more than an hour after classmate Tom left, what I played back in my mind were the sentences and poems that someone had made for me since I realized it. If my mother was still alive, maybe she would It's so late to meet her, it's a pity for each other.

Just as he was thinking, someone called.

"Have you had dinner, Murong?"

"No."

"Are you busy today? It's already seven o'clock."

"Not busy, I ordered takeaway, but it hasn't arrived yet."

"oh oh."

The content of the chat is meaningless. If it were the time when she sent WeChat before, it would be over here, because if her next sentence is not important, I will not reply to her directly.

But not now.

"I want to eat whatever I order."

"Kung Pao Chicken."

"Well...then you can eat it yourself." She can't eat spicy food, haha. "I just ordered a wantan noodle in the cafeteria. Wow, that noodle looks like eating grass!"

"There is indeed a big difference in the staple food between humans and animals."

"... There is a big difference between animals and animals. You belong to meat eaters."

"Then don't eat too much grass, it will affect my appetite."

"Hmph, come and eat me if you have the ability!"

"Forget it, we carnivores also have requirements for food."

Talk nonsense like this in your free time.But someone is clearly targeting today.

"How about my work?"

"good."

"good?"

"So-so, let's go."

"Tsk, that's not what you said in front of Jerry."

It seems that the Tom cat has already typed the report, and may have made some rhetorical modifications.

"I was saving face for you in front of others."

I thought the wolf cub was going to explode, but I didn't expect this remark to please her for some reason. She said very generously, "Thank you, you are so considerate, Murong."

"You're welcome, little Qianli."

"I'm going to class."

"Well, let's go."

"Bye-Bye."

"bye."

After hanging up the phone, I checked the call time, and it was less than 3 minutes.

"Is there anything good for you, store manager?" A customer took a book and came to pay the bill and asked.

"Huh?" Her family lives nearby, and she often comes to buy books or drink coffee. She is young, and after a long time, she will also chat with me.But the question was asked so suddenly that I didn't respond.

She raised her hands, tapped the corners of her mouth with two index fingers, and then ticked up, "You've been smiling~"

I was at a loss for words and didn't know how to answer.

But my expression is probably very exciting, because her reaction is very exciting.She looked at me, her smile gradually became weird, and then she suddenly stopped, "Haha, goodbye!"

Then...he really left, leaving me alone, funny and helpless.

It's strange to say that it was only a phone call of more than two minutes, but it actually created a good mood for the whole night, which is not bad.

So when the beautiful young lady who loves art kept her word and came back for coffee last time, I just thought it was too glamorous tonight.Although I can see that she is not very interested in coffee, but the design products of the Coffee Association, she has shown a new curiosity.

I guess she is the kind of person who uses the Americano coffee machine in the company pantry to make a cup of black coffee to refresh her during overtime, so I made a cup of Mandheling for her, but it seems that she has just finished working overtime and is going home Rested, so I fetched a small cup, walked up to her, and poured her a small cup from the sharing jug.

"A batch of new beans just arrived today, if you don't mind, please help me to taste~"

"I don't think I can give you any good advice," she smiled, took it graciously, took a sip, and looked shocked, "Wow, compared to our company's...poisons, this is simply Yulu nectar!"

"Haha, thank you." She said it really interesting.

"I'm serious, what kind of coffee is this?" She handed over the empty cup unceremoniously, and begged for another small cup.

"Mandheling, Indonesian coffee beans." I stopped ordering. After all, for people who don't understand coffee at all, it's useless to say more, but it's even more inexplicable.

Sure enough, she had no feeling for the name or the country, and just asked, "Oh, how did you make it?"

"Use this," I pointed to the pour over device beside her, which happened to be Qianli's set, "This kind, pour over coffee."

"This set is pretty nice. I only saw this...bean grinder last time I came here? Why is there a sequel to this exhibition?"

"No, last time it was an exhibition, this time it was on sale, and there will be more in the future." I joked, "You seem to like this very much, do you want to buy a set back?"

She had a look of disbelief, "Why did you buy it back? Ruin it?"

"Hahaha!"

"Why is it called a series of poems?" she asked again.

"It is said that I want to express a poetic life." I borrowed Tom Cat's rhetoric without guilt.

"Well, that's quite poetic," she agreed. "The first series of poems, so there will be series two, three, four, five?"

I felt a palpitation in my heart, and then I didn't know why, I was a little embarrassed, so I had to shrug my shoulders, expressing that I didn't know.

"Maybe," I said.

"There must be, otherwise it would be too unreasonable." For some reason, she was a little persistent.

I thought to myself, well, I'll ask the designer for you another day.

So, after the customer left, I sent two WeChat messages to Qianli.

Me: A guest just asked, when will the series of poems be released?

Me: Are there any?

It was a long time before she came back.

Xiaoqianli: Of course, it will be updated from time to time.

me: oh.

Xiaoqianli: What's the hurry, a lifetime is so long.

I:

My reply has been stuck in the input box, and I can't type a word.

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