writing coffee

I only stayed in London for one day, and when I said goodbye to Brian, I promised him to come back to London and spend Christmas with him this year.

The direct flight from Heathrow Airport to G City is another twelve-hour flight, as if I want to make up for all the planes I haven't taken in the past few years.

Jet lag and long flight made me physically and mentally exhausted. The journey from getting off the plane to the airport hall seemed like sleepwalking. Therefore, when I inadvertently caught a familiar figure in the crowd, I felt momentarily at a loss.

I stopped and looked at her in a daze across a distance of several meters and the flow of people coming and going.I didn't tell her I was coming back at this time, so I didn't expect her to appear here.

She just stood there, motionless, she waited for an unknown how long, like a statue, watching me come out, she didn't even move.Just looking at me from a distance like that, until her eyes collided with each other, she was moved for a while, as if she was going to cry in the next second.

Jian Qianli...

"my lover

my young lover

She has the courage to fight the world

but dare not look me in the eyes

She has the innocence of a child

only love my mind

deep"

She is always there for me.

In the past, she chased me tirelessly, and finally caught up with me, walking side by side with me, watching the scenery on the road.Occasionally, she moved faster, walked in front of me, and stopped to wait for me, but I was not in a hurry, she couldn't wait, turned around and rushed in front of me, giving me a big hug.

She has always been by my side, never gone far, no matter how indifferent I am, no matter what others say.And I always make her tired and worried about gains and losses.

"My young love

She gave me the treasures of the world

Give me the beauty of the world

What should I return?"

I walked through the crowd and walked up to her step by step.She looked up at me, her lips were tightly pressed, the corners of her eyes were red, without a word, all the affection was contained in the moist eyes.I hugged her tightly into my arms, as if I took the fragrance of the whole world into my arms.

She finally cried out.Holding my clothes tightly with both hands, I buried my head in front of my chest, sobbing, unexpectedly, it was kind of cute.

"I have nothing

only one body

Wrapped in a muddy soul

if you don't dislike

just take it

all for you

From now on I will fight the world with you

i promise you forever

simple and naive"

The child cried for a long time, twitching, very pitiful.I touched her hair for a while, and patted her back lightly for a while, as gentle as possible, but I didn't speak to comfort her.Finally, I was so tired that I just relaxed and put all my weight on her.Finally stopped crying.

She raised her weeping face, and the first sentence she spoke was: "Sister Yan said, she promises this is the last time."

I was stunned for a moment before I realized that I was too lazy to comment. I took a tissue to help her wipe the tears on her face, and wiped her wet skirt along the way. This action caused her a burst of embarrassment, and she was speechless for a while.There were still wet marks on her eyelashes, drooping like stamens wet by spring rain.I reached out to touch it, and it was trembling, but it didn't dodge.

I looked at her and somehow blurted out, "I went to see my mom."

She raised her head suddenly, a little unbelievable.

I smiled, so surprised, isn't this what you hoped for?

"Meet Brian too, and I promised him to go to London this Christmas."

She just raised her head like that, looking at me helplessly, as if waiting for me to announce her final grades one by one.

"Brian's wife is fine."

"Little Bryan looks exactly like him."

She suddenly let go of my hand, withdrew from my arms, frowned and looked at me melancholy, eyes full of pity, and asked cautiously: "Then, auntie is pregnant..."

I lowered my head and quickly planted a kiss on her lips, like a superficial touch, but I managed to stop her from speaking.

"This is a secret, Qianli." I lowered my voice, looked into her eyes close at hand, and said slowly: "In the past, only my mother and I knew, but now, only you and I know. You can help me keep this secret." Is it a secret?"

Her eyes were red and wet again, and she couldn't say a word with her mouth curled up. She just nodded vigorously, and the tip of her nose was red.

So cute.I held her face in my hands, stopped her from moving around, lowered my head again, and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Thank you," I said, and took her hand. "Can I go home?"

"Ah."

I rested at home for two full days before I decided to resume the "Writing Coffee" business. In this way, the vacation time I had originally estimated was just in line with it, and it was considered...satisfying.

Qianli has not been with me for the past two days. When I got out of the airport that day, she took me home, helped me cook a pot of "ancestral" nutritious porridge in the rice cooker, and left.She said something happened at home, and she would tell me more about it later, and I wasn't surprised at all.Heh, Mrs. Jane must have prepared a lot of house rules. I'm waiting for my little wolf cub to come to see me with a blooming ass.

However, I didn't wait for my little wolf cub until the start of school. Instead, I waited for Mrs. Jane, who was protecting the cub, and this time Mrs. Jane didn't come alone.

At twelve o'clock at noon, I just turned on all the lights in the store, and the customers came to the door.

This time, Mrs. Jane was much more friendly.The main manifestation is that she pretended to be very embarrassed as soon as she entered the door, and asked: "Are we here early, do you have coffee now?"

"Yes, but it will take about 10 minutes, I'm sorry I haven't had time to prepare, why don't you sit down first?"

"It's okay, I'll show my husband around." She said, holding her husband's hand.

Mr. Jian nodded to me very politely, I responded with a smile, and opened Jian Qianli's ass in my mind.This is... I was seen by my parents?

"By the way, what coffee do Mr. and Mrs. Jane drink?"

Mrs. Jane thought for a while and asked, "What's the name of the drink you bought me last time? It's delicious."

"Mandheling?"

"Oh yes, just Mandheling, thank you."

"Okay, you can do whatever you want, I'll wash it up and bring it here."

The next 10 minutes were uneventful, as if I were just hosting two regular customers who were simply here for coffee.The only thing worth mentioning is that they paused for a while before "Series One of Poems". Mrs. Jane put her arms around her husband's arm and said something in his ear, which made Mr. Jane smile.

I suddenly became nervous.

The coffee was ready, and when I took the seat, I gave a brief introduction to the guests as usual, and finally said "slow use", turned and left.

"Murong, if you finish your work later, can you come and sit for a while?" Mr. Jian asked behind me.

I was almost staggered by this natural "Murong" call, and I calmed down for a second before turning around, "Of course, there is nothing to be busy." Then I sat down opposite them.

"I'm sorry that I came here without your and Qianli's consent, and I hope I didn't disturb you," he said.

This opening was beyond my expectation. Before I could react, he continued: "Some time ago, my wife was rude to Murong."

I glanced at Mrs. Jane in surprise, just in time to catch the movement of her pursing her mouth secretly behind her husband's back, and instantly... relieved.

"Mr. Jian is serious. I don't feel offended. I understand Madam's feelings."

He smiled, and suddenly changed the subject: "Qianli said you have been dating for a while?"

"Well, it's almost half a year." In a few days, it will be Qianli's birthday.

"So if Murong doesn't mind, just call him 'Uncle and Auntie', don't be too polite."

He spoke calmly, but I seemed to be choked by something, unable to speak for a long time, and finally only answered with an "um" reluctantly.I never imagined that this would be the case.

"Our family, Qianli, is a good kid and smart, but she has no ambitions. It's the first time I've seen her work so hard in one field." He looked around the store for a week, and his eyes went over every display cabinet. That's great, isn't it?"

I couldn't help laughing, "Well, outstanding."

He laughed too.I found that he smiled a bit like my father, with a calming power.

"However, our family Qianli is different from other children since she was a child. She has high eyesight and rarely shows that she likes something. Once she likes something, she will like it for a long time, even if she likes someone. So, we actually We don't really care who she likes or what kind of person she likes, we just want her to feel happy."

"But, Murong, she is still too young after all, this road is not easy."

"In the future, I hope you will bear more."

My heart suddenly felt heavy.It was not the heaviness of being suppressed, but the sacred feeling of being endowed with a certain mission, which weighed heavily on my heart. This heavy feeling stabilized my pace and prompted me to move forward more firmly.

What should I say?A thank you?a promise?Or, should I defend Qianli, she doesn't need me to take care of her at all?

I only smiled, then fell silent, lowered my head to hide my red eyes.After a long time, he stood up and gave them a deep bow.

"Thank you, uncle and aunt, for making it happen."

It turned out that Qianli didn't lie to me about this matter.

After seeing off the two elders, I stood at the door for a while, and somehow I thought of my father, and suddenly wanted to see him as an old man.

So without any guilt, I revised the notice that I hadn't had time to withdraw, postponed the opening date to tomorrow, turned off all the lights, locked the door, and "Writing Coffee" returned to its vacation appearance.

I looked at my father's class schedule online, and there was only one class in the afternoon.When I parked the car on the campus of Z University, there was still more than half an hour before get out of class ended.

The course my father is teaching is a compulsory public course in the university. The classroom is on the first floor of the liberal arts building. In the multimedia classroom, students from two or even three classes usually sit together and do not know each other completely. Therefore, I was going to sneak in through the open back door and sit in the back and listen to my dad's lesson.

I used to do this kind of thing a few times when my father was still teaching in the headquarters of City G, and I was familiar with it, so I never thought that when my father saw me from the podium, he would be stunned .Halfway through his speech, he stopped abruptly, stood there in a daze, and looked at me in a daze.

So, I became the focus of the entire classroom.

Under the pressure of more than 100 pairs of eyes, I had no choice but to stand up from my seat, bowed in the direction of Professor Murong, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry I'm late!"

Then he smiled at a classmate: "Sorry!"

The professor finally came back to his senses and nodded gently: "It's okay, please sit down."

I was sitting upright, and I almost took out my notes and followed the writing on the blackboard to record.

After the first half of the class, I didn't make any more jokes except for some students secretly looking in my direction, some students pointing in my direction quietly, and some students whispering to each other.

Professor Murong is the kind of teacher who is especially popular with students. He is well-educated, gentle and refined, and has noble morality. Although he is a little old-fashioned in some aspects, he is still a cute spot for college students.So after class, the podium was surrounded by a circle of young people who were waiting to be fed. I was used to this scene, so I went out of the classroom and waited outside by the flower bed.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, my father came out.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I should have told you first."

"It's okay." He took my hand, motioned to walk and said, "It's my father's fault. Xiaoshi hasn't been to my father's class for a long time, and my father can't react for a while."

That's one of the lovely things about my dad: for so many years, he's called himself "Daddy" in front of me, and no matter what age I get, I'm too embarrassed to call him that anymore.

"I didn't cause you any trouble, did I? Your students are like wolves and tigers!"

"Why?" He suddenly turned around and looked me up and down, "They said my daughter is very handsome."

His expression was obviously ridiculed, but his tone was rather proud. At this moment, his magnanimity and sincerity deeply moved me.

I began to be thankful for my whim, and thankful that I followed my heart a few hours ago, so that I was able to reap such a touch so inadvertently.I can't help being superstitious, today is really a lucky day, isn't it?

"Dad," I took his hand. I haven't done this action for many years, and now it's not against the law to do it suddenly. "Didn't you ask me about Qianli's family last time? I met her parents at noon today. They are very friendly. Don't worry."

Father was surprised at first, and then smiled gratifiedly.

"That's good, that's good..." After a while, he sighed again, "A great man..."

I looked at him and didn't continue talking, he was blaming himself.

"dad."

"Ok?"

"Last week, I went to worship my mother."

He stopped and turned to look at me in disbelief.

"Where?"

"England." I met his gaze frankly, "In front of my mother's grave."

His eyes were wet instantly.

I saw him holding back his tears and being unable to say a word, and once again saw clearly how cruel I was, and how much harm I had caused this man.

"Dad, I've worked hard for you all these years... I'm sorry."

He raised his hand to touch my head, as if realizing that I had grown up, he lowered his hand again and only patted my shoulder.

"It's not Xiaoshi's fault. Dad doesn't blame you. Dad is very happy now, very happy..."

I hugged him tightly, like Qianli did every time when he comforted me.After hugging for a while, he let go and smiled at him.

"Thank you dad!"

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Tomorrow will be the last chapter, everyone be prepared.By the way, let me tell the old people in your family that the article they chased when they were young is finally over...