writing coffee

I'll just say it straight, Miss Murong, I believe you can see that I don't agree with my daughter being with you. "

Oh, it's really straight.

It was nine o'clock in the evening the next day, and this lady showed up at my "writing coffee" again, not buying a book or drinking coffee, and said she wanted to "talk" to me.I wasn't surprised by her presence, just a little surprised that she came so quickly, it's only been a day.

As soon as she sat down and introduced herself, Mother Jian got straight to the point, and she didn't seem to want to linger any longer.Ladies, I just said that my coffee shop is very good last time. If I'm not too busy with work, I really want to stay all day.

"May I ask why?"

She frowned, as if thinking that I had asked a very unnecessary question.

In fact, if you look carefully, you can still see a trace of Qianli on the well-maintained face in front of you, but I didn't notice it at all before.Blame me, she is too young and beautiful, I never thought she was the mother of a 20-year-old girl.

"No mother would approve of something like this."

"Really? So my mother lied to me. She said that any mother should respect the child's choice." This was indeed what my mother said, but it was not to me, but to my father back then.

"Is it right or wrong?"

"How do you define right and wrong?"

Her eyes sharpened for a moment, then softened immediately, and she said lightly, "I'm not here to discuss philosophy of life with you."

I smiled helplessly, lowered my head slightly, and looked at the wood grain on the table. "Actually, we don't choose what's right or wrong, do we?" looking up at her, "we're not empowered to choose in this matter. So, maybe my mother meant, I hope all mothers We can all respect the nature of children.”

She was unmoved: "Your mother must be a gentle and kind person, and I don't mind discussing this issue with her personally."

"If possible, she would be happy to meet you, but sorry, she has passed away for many years."

She paused, and her tone softened again: "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter. I often think that if my mother was still around, she would definitely like Qianli very much. You really raised her very well."

She didn't answer this sentence, as if she was seriously thinking about the meaning of my words.However, I was just speaking the truth casually.

After being silent for a while, she spoke again, "Miss Murong—"

"If you don't mind, just call me Murong, it's just a name." I interrupted her, "Do you not like me?"

"I don't like to beat around the bush, Murong, may I ask how old you are?" She followed suit with kindness.

"27."

"Do you know how old my daughter is?" If her attitude before this was considered polite among adults, then now, after the "Murong" sound, both her expression and her tone are obviously different. A majesty of elders.

What a misstep.

"Twenty." Heh, we spent a new year's day together, and I'm actually one year older than her, and now I'm seven years behind her, which has lowered my chances of winning for no reason.

"So, Murong, you can follow your nature, and you can make the choices you like." She looked at me with stern eyes, "But my daughter is still young."

"In your eyes, is Qianli someone so childish that she can't even handle her own feelings?"

"Of course not." She retorted me coldly. "My daughter has always been a strong, independent and very assertive person. Growing up, she made decisions on her own, whether it was her university or her major - as you said, we respect Her choice, and in return, she respects our opinion... at least, until then."

So, about the change of major, about me, the little wolf cub kept it a secret from his family, and then he was discovered.

"You see, young people like her are always hot-headed and impulsive. She is still in the ivory tower, and she is still not sure of her own nature, nor can she see her own choices."

I'm almost sure that Qianli's calm, capable, and strategic side is completely inherited from her mother.

"You may not believe it, but on this point I quite agree with you."

She looked at me suspiciously.

"Qianli and I have known each other for about a year and a half, but we have only been together for a few months. At first I always wondered, at her age, does she know what love is? Do she know what life is? She Do you know what it means to like me? Does she know what this choice will bring her? Maybe, it’s just liking and liking. After a long time, it will fade away. I am like you, waiting for her to "get back from the wrong way" " I looked into her eyes, "But she is very serious, very sober, very persistent, and never lies."

"So you were moved by my daughter? Because you were moved, you are with her?" She was a little excited, and looked at me with a hint of condemnation.

I looked at her calmly and laughed at myself: "Of course not, I'm already 27 years old, aren't I?"

She raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.

"So, since I decided to be with her, I have no intention of treating this relationship hastily. Since she is willing to include me in her life plan, I am willing to accompany her to complete this plan slowly."

She was silent for a long time, so long that I thought she was persuaded so easily, but she finally found her voice.

"Does your family know?" She asked suddenly.

"I know, my father met Qianli by chance." I have never truly felt the great courage that my family brought to me, allowing me to face other people's doubts so calmly. I am sincerely grateful to them for their support. It gave me confidence, "And my stepmother and my half brother, they all want to meet my girlfriend, because my father said she is a very good girl."

There was another silence, but not very long this time, and she sighed unabashedly and said solemnly, "Your parents were great people, but I wasn't. I'm a selfish person, and I only want my children I can live a normal life and have an ordinary life. I don't want her to suffer from other people's strange eyes because of you. My daughter is so pure and good. She didn't need to experience these things. If you really love her, how can you Have the heart to put her in such a situation?"

This time, it was my turn to be silent.It's not that she has nothing to say, it's just that her words are too heavy, every sentence is reasonable, and every word is heartbreaking.

But so what?I am worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of my heart.I'm just telling a lie for someone else.

"Are you surprised?" I stopped looking at her, turned my head, and looked at the vehicles and pedestrians outside through the glass door. Everything was silent, like a pantomime. "You come to me every now and then, wanting to see which idiot has captured your daughter's heart, but you didn't expect it to be me. Not only surprised, but also disappointed. Maybe, very angry? Oh, is it the kind, my own It feels like the cabbage is being arched by a pig?"

I turned around and she looked at me quietly without saying a word.

"If she was just impulsive, or simply said to be obsessed with ghosts, then the matter is much simpler. It is nothing more than I let go and she retreated unscathed. You are very relieved, and everyone is happy."

"But what if she wasn't? If she had to be me, or if it wasn't me, it was another woman, if she was literally gay... what are you going to do?"

For a moment, panic and sadness flashed in her eyes. These words were indeed too cruel for a defenseless mother.But who hasn't been caught off guard like this?

"You're not right about one thing. My parents weren't great people, or rather, they weren't as great as you might think. My mother was a romantic by nature, but she wasn't without any psychological barriers. I just accepted my personality, and I was like an additional problem in her life. She worked hard, exhausted, consulted countless materials, and consulted many professionals before finally helping me understand this knowledge point thoroughly. And I Father...he is the same as you. It's just that after a long time, he is willing to give up some things for me, and he is also willing to accept and change for me...It's really hard for him to be so old."

"What do you mean by that? Should I fulfill you like your parents? I said, I'm not that great."

"No, you misunderstood, Mrs. Jane... I should call you that, right?" I said calmly, "To you, I am just a stranger, I am not important at all, you don't need to Tolerance, you can even blame me for seducing your daughter. It’s just Qianli... I hope, if she is not impulsive, if you can understand that all this is not her choice, please, give her enough tolerant."

She stood up.

"Put yourself in my shoes," I followed suit, "I don't care how people see me, but I care about how my parents see me, that's the only thing that can make me feel ashamed, make me fall into self-doubt, make me vulnerable Unbearable, the eyes that made me struggle... So, she hid it from you, not because of impulsiveness, but because of careful consideration. It's not that she doesn't want to tell you, she just needs a chance, a little time. "

"Please, give her a chance, give her some time."

She gave me a deep look and left.

I watched her back disappear from my sight, and then slowly sat down, and belatedly realized that just now, I made a lifelong promise to Qianli's mother.

I don't know how long I sat there, the phone rang suddenly.

I moved my stiff joints and took it over to see that it was Qianli.She made a video call.

The person on the screen was bathed in the bright afternoon sun, her snow-white skin was set off transparently, she squinted her eyes and smiled, like an elf visiting the human race.

I stared at her blankly until the phone was hung up because no one answered, and her figure disappeared from the phone screen.

Then came the information.

Xiaoqianli: Murong, you haven't closed yet~

Xiaoqianli: "Massage"

Xiaoqianli: "hug"

Little Qianli: "Kiss"

Xiaoqianli: "Entering..."

I called back, voice.

"Murong Murong! I'm going to be a godmother!!!"

"……Oh?"

"Hahaha it's not amazing!"

What is there to be happy about? "Well, great."

"Yes, yes! Cough... Murong, why don't you make a video call for me? Have you closed the door yet?"

"Not yet, I'm tidying up, it's inconvenient." I stood up and went back to the bar to continue tidying up.

"Oh, then, Auntie Maizi said that whoever is our godmother is the same. She definitely didn't mean to favor me. You won't mind, right?"

What the hell? "right."

"Anyway, my godson is also your godson, right?"

"wrong."

"Ah? Why?!"

"Your godson is yours, and you are mine."

There was no movement on the other end of the phone, and after a while——

"Hehehehehehe..."

Oh, silly. "What are you laughing at?"

She suddenly lowered her voice, as if she was afraid that others would overhear what she said next. "You talk about love, Murong, you talk about love~"

"Didn't I tell you?"

"No!" She actively retorted, "Say it again, let's listen to it again!"

"say what?"

"Say I'm yours~"

"Well, I'm yours."

"No, it's not this—"

Her voice stopped abruptly.

For a long time, as if I was holding my breath, I couldn't help but stop what I was doing and wait quietly.Finally, she gently, like a butterfly flapping its wings, said word by word:

"Murong Shi, you will always belong to Jian Qianli."

I hooked the corner of my mouth and continued with my hand movements.

"it is good."