writing coffee

My love for coffee can be traced back to a small private coffee shop by chance many years ago. At that time, I was still a high school student, and I didn't know what "single origin coffee" was, nor had I heard of "specialty coffee" this phrase.That store is really small, with less than ten seats in total, but the decoration inside is very individual. The barista is a boy, and he is also the owner of the store.

I ordered a latte to watch him draw, and then asked the barista if I could pull a leaf because I thought a heart or something was too cheesy.But he said no.

"why?"

"Because this depends on the feeling, I can't guarantee you that the one you pull out must be a leaf."

"Oh, sorry, I don't understand very well."

"It's ok."

Later, he invited me to taste the single product he had just brewed, introduced its flavor to me, and told me that the glass containing the latte was brought back from France.

I have forgotten the name of the shop, and I can't remember the appearance of the barista, but I will never forget the straightforwardness of his refusal to pull a leaf for me, the bar where he pours coffee, and the way he treats a cup I can't forget a barista who loves coffee...

And my love for books comes from my mother.

My mother is a very intellectual woman.She is young, beautiful, full of poems and books, and has an extraordinary conversation; at the same time, she is brave, passionate, and free, and would rather be broken than whole. "Shi" and "Yuan" Fang are the names she gave me and my younger brother. Unfortunately, my younger brother didn't grow up enough to say his own name.It's a pity that my father, who is also full of economics, only knows how to appreciate her half.They became acquainted with each other because of literature, and they knew each other and fell in love with each other. However, when they were really together, they discovered that one was classicism and the other was postmodernism...

"Hello, is this comic gone?" A boy asked me as he handed over the phone screen, pointing to a cover on it.

I came back to my senses and glanced at it. It was a popular Chinese manga recently. It had a good reputation and was very popular. Not long ago, an animated film was released, which had a good reputation and box office, so the manga was sold out.

"Well, it was out of stock two days ago, you can come and have a look next Tuesday."

"Oh, good, thank you!"

"You're welcome~"

The summer vacation is here, and there are many students in the store.Although it is a little far away from the bustling commercial street, and there are no schools nearby, the wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and the coffee is not afraid. "Writing coffee" has long been drawn on the city's "map of exploring stores", and occasionally people come here admiringly.

Middle school students who wear school uniforms even during holidays come here mostly to buy books, of course not "30-Year College Entrance Examination 50-Year Simulation" and "Low Score Composition" and so on. What I sell are all "extracurricular books".Half of them are best-selling literature and art books, the first third of the remaining half is coffee-related, the second third is comics, and the last one is a book version of niche online literature.

This last third, is completely selfish.

Calculated, if I hadn't dropped out of school, I should have graduated from university for 4 years now. In Xiao Churan's words, I am an "old single young woman". When he said this, his eyes were full of sympathy, as if he himself It's like having a girlfriend.

It is unavoidable that among my "peers", their children are already childhood sweethearts or married with each other's fingertips. At worst, both parties have met each other's parents. Only me, still stuck in the "no boy I like" stage.Of course, they don't know that it's not that I don't like boys, I just don't like boys at all.

Because of this, my father who was a professor of literature in college, like all strict fathers in the world, almost broke my legs and kicked me out of the house, but only almost, and neither of us thought at that time, I later Will leave that home by himself.

As for my mother, my dear mother, she was very angry when she heard that I had quarreled with my father, "That old bastard! Bookworm! Leave him alone!" I don't know how many little girls the poem will fascinate in the future..."

Hehe, crow's mouth...

"Sister Manager~ Long time no see~"

"Hi, are you on vacation?"

"Yeah! We can finally see my sister, we miss my sister ~ Do you miss us?"

"Uh... who are you?"

"Sister is good or bad, she is so heartbroken~"

"..."

This kind of dialogue is repeated almost every holiday, and it has lasted for... more than a year.They are students from the boarding high school closest to here. The three girls came here for the one-third minority. When they first met, they asked me for WeChat, but I brutally rejected them. No friends added.Regarding the question of "whether you want to or not", they will ask me every time they meet. I have extended "won't want" to several expressions, but they still insist on giving me goosebumps.But it's impossible for me to say "I miss you too" to them, so the conversation above has become a mutual greeting every time we meet...

"Sister, you have a lot of guests here during the summer vacation, how come you are so busy all by yourself?" the girl with the ponytail asked me.

They have already asked this question during the last winter vacation, I spread my hands, "I still have time to chat with you here, come here soon."

"But if someone helps you wash the cups, wipe the table and wipe the floor, wouldn't it be easier for you?" The girl with bangs continued, "We are very diligent!"

"But," I said slowly, "you will be arrested for employing child labor..."

"We are voluntary labor!" The girl with the ball head was the most witty, "This is not employment."

"Yeah, that would be child abuse..."

"Sister!" The three said in unison.

I feel a little noisy, and I don't want to continue chatting with them.Fortunately, as they said, there are a lot of guests during the summer vacation. Sometimes I have to make more than a dozen cups of hand pouring in a row, and I can't stop at all. At this time, they also consciously don't make trouble for me, and go to read books by themselves. ——A well-behaved child is always more pleasing and pampered.

Dozens of hand pours sounds like a lot of work, but it’s not at all.Since mobile payment became popular in this city, "Writing Coffee" has not accepted cash.The price of coffee is written on the menu, and the price of each book is printed on the back cover. I posted two QR codes next to the menu for customers to pay by themselves, and even prepared a computer for customers who bought many books at once. In addition, no other payment methods are provided, and I will not bother to confirm the payment result, so in fact, all I have to do is make coffee, and I am completely busy.

As for someone asking me, what should I do if some customers do not actually pay successfully or do not pay at all, I think this is the same as the defective beans in the coffee beans.Of course, I’m talking about the defective beans picked out after roasting and grinding of selected coffee beans. They are rare but inevitable, and they are considered force majeure, but no barista will devalue the value of these beans because of this.

"Sister, sister!" I had just cleaned up the bar when they rushed over, "Is this you? Did you write it!" Ponytail held a book in his hand, pointing excitedly at the book on the cover. When the author asked me the name, they looked like they had discovered a new earth, and they felt that they were about to launch themselves into space in the next second.

"'Murong' is just a classmate with a surname." I pretended to be a teacher and said earnestly, "Young people should read more encyclopedias and don't make such low-level mistakes, okay?"

Qi Liuhai patted the ponytail on the shoulder, "I told you how it could be!"

Wanzitou persisted, "Then sister, have you ever written a novel?" Then three pairs of eyes stared at me.

"No." I was afraid that they would not believe me, so I tried my best to show the utmost frankness and sincerity.

In the end, they said, "Hey, with this expression, the answer is so straightforward, there must be something wrong!"

So I kindly let them "scroll".

"Sister, sister!" Wanzitou struggled to ask the last question before being dragged away by her two companions, "Do you have someone you like?"

I lay down on the grinder and thought for a while, and then I showed my honesty again, "Yes."

Then they ran away screaming and collapsing... What do children grow up eating now?

I kept lying on the grinder and watched their backs go away.

Have I ever written a novel, really no.

Do I have someone I like, I really do, and I fell in love with her at first sight.