Between the involvement, although it is not a porridge and a meal, there is also a long-lasting taste.

Whose hand is it that makes a heart so discouraged?

On the morning of January, Su Minglan walked in the first snow in Shanghai, scattered all over the sky, stopping on her eyelashes, like the coldest dream. With a hint of a trance smile, she pushed open the revolving door of the waiting bar.

11 o'clock is not the peak time, there should be only three or two guests at most. Today, it's a bit unusual that all the waiters are gathered around the table by the window.

Lisa came to her and told her that the guest did not know where he was coming from, and that the coffee had been ordered by Earl, American, Blue Mountain, Irish, and Cappuccino, and that he had ordered 30 cups, and that he had already drunk the 27th cup.

Su Minglan walked over and stopped to observe, it was a very young boy, no more than 25 years old, wearing an ordinary wide plaid shirt, small eyes and single eyelids, and a sincere expression. He held a cup of mocha and asked with a grin, I heard that drinking coffee can be poisoned after drinking a hundred cups, do you say it is true?

Su Minglan turned around and returned to the counter, first dialed 120, and then poured a large glass of lemonade and motioned for Lisa to serve it to the guest. When the ambulance came, he refused to get into the car, and said vigorously, I drank coffee, not alcohol. Su Minglan patted his hand and said, don't be afraid, it's just a routine check.

When he arrived at the hospital to send him to the emergency room, he was given an enema and stomach lavage, and he was given a sedative to let him rest well.

The doctor said that there was a precursor to heart failure, but fortunately it was delivered in time. There was no way to help him contact friends, so Su Minglan helped him pay the medical bills and hospitalization deposit, and when he left, he took one last look at the sleeping boy, his thin face was buried in the snow-white quilt, his chin was slightly blue, and his eyelashes were extraordinarily long.

The next day, when the other waiters in the café changed shifts to visit, they found that he had been discharged from the hospital on his own.

Whose end is whose starting point is one by one

On sunny afternoons, Su Minglan likes to sort out the books on the shelves and renumber them. When it was all done, she clapped her hands in satisfaction, and when she looked back, she saw the boy who had tried to commit suicide in her shop last time, standing there in a daze.

Su Minglan asked him with a smile, are you coming again? The boy waved his hand again and again and said, no, no, no, I'm here to pay back. Su Minglan said that the hospitalization fee slip had been thrown away a long time ago, and he did not remember the amount.

The boy said, then, the coffee money, you have to pay for it after all. Lisa calculated on the side, and the total was less than 3,000 yuan.

The boy wiped his sweat and said that he was still in graduate school and did not have enough money. Can you just work here and pay back with your salary?

Su Minglan joked, you come to make coffee, I'm afraid you will drink it secretly. The boy said with a sad face, now that he sees coffee, his feet are weak, where do he dare to drink it secretly. You invite me, the most reassuring.

Su Minglan laughed and asked Lisa to find idle work clothes and give them to him. I found a sticker to replace the nameplate and asked him what his English name was, and he said, "I never use an English name."

Su Minglan thought about it for a while, and still wrote him the simple name Yang and pasted it on his chest. He laughed and gladly accepted.

Time has stopped all over the world

Zhou Yaoyang started from the simplest cleaning and cleaning, and then ordered and served, and in less than a month, the basic store business was already familiar.

There were relatively few guests on the morning shift, so he kept sitting next to Su Minglan and watching her make coffee. When the sun is just right, she will talk about the characteristics of various coffees with Zhou Yaoyang, the most nostalgic thing about cappuccino is the delicate and warm milk foam, and the latte is a pure game of milk and coffee, which can be added at will......

In fact, no two cups of coffee are exactly the same, just as no two leaves are exactly the same. It's all about the mood of the barista.

He wants sweetness, and you fall into honey; He wants to be bitter, and you fall into the thick black and bitter, and you can't resist or be born. However, the vast majority of coffee in this world is bitter first and then sweet, like the rest of the catastrophe, and it is a strong and intense joy.

Zhou Yaoyang listened attentively, took detailed notes, and practiced diligently. Su Minglan likes to see the way he treats coffee carefully, so cherished and sincere, and makes people feel reassured for no reason.

She also saw that time healed the mood, the aroma healed the heartache, and the beautiful boy had less and less time to be silent, and he could finally walk, greet and laugh freely.

It's just that a short time has passed, and the guest has already specified that he wants the kind that Yang adjusted last time. Su Minglan is happy, now she is much more relaxed, reading books with peace of mind, or grinding coffee beans.

For many mornings, there were only two people in the store, Zhou Yaoyang and Su Minglan, who were responsible for greeting customers, settling accounts and collecting money; Su Minglan hid in the corner where the sun could shine in, carefully grinding the coffee beans, and giving half of the room a strong fragrance to the guests.

In those moments, it was as if time had stopped all over the world, the pendulum no longer swayed, and the air had turned to jelly, soft but sweet.

The fresh coffee powder made by her hand was taken by Zhou Yaoyang and transferred to the guests. The two worked together and achieved good results.

Every cup of coffee, starting from her hand and ending with his, is involved, although it is not a porridge and a meal, it also has a long-lasting taste.

Forget him in the same place, time can bloom one by one

In the summer, people are easily sleepy and tired. One day near the end of the month, she counted the accounts for the month and saw that she was drowsy. Zhou Yaoyang came over with a cup of cappuccino and said, come, refresh. Everyone at Waiting Bar knows that the proprietress is only responsible for making coffee, but she doesn't touch a drop herself.

Su Minglan smiled and said, I'm afraid of bitterness, so I don't drink it. Zhou Yaoyang pushed the plate again and insisted, you taste it.

It turned out that he put an overdose of milk foam and milk, and the sugar was also doubled, and the sweetness escaped from those bits and pieces of bitterness, like a rebirth, and the suffering retreated and retreated, leaving only a trace of trance.

She smiled, drank half a cup in one go, knocked on the cup and said to him, good boy, you are out of school. Zhou Yaoyang touched his head and smiled, and continued to be busy.

Every afternoon, she was able to drink the coffee he had made himself. Sometimes it's sapphire blue, with snow-white whipped cream floating gently on the deep coffee, like a snow-lotus blooming on the top of the Tianshan Mountains; Sometimes it's a caramel macchiato, with a light milk foam underneath a strong coffee, and a singing and dancing flavor.

Gradually, it seemed to be an addiction, and she was a little stunned when Zhou Yaoyang was out of class. Back then, she decided to learn to make coffee because Gu Zhifei liked to drink coffee. After 365 martial arts, he still chose another embrace. With a cold blood, she opened the shop, and the ice in her blood melted from the warmth of those boiling drinks.

And these days, she has gradually become a little dependent on someone to make coffee for her, as if acting in a play, only for her to see, and she hides behind the fan, not having to do anything, just smile.

In life, he gradually got used to having such a pair of hands to take care of properly, and on the way to buy books, he helped hold the heaviest tomes, and occasionally the two happily went to the Temple of Literature to buy some second-hand book plates, and Zhou Yaoyang took all of them......

The left and right are just small warm details, but they are like a drop of ink stained with a snow-white tablecloth, and the circle of prints is showing a tendency to grow bigger and bigger. Su Minglan was terrified, and when she washed her face in the morning, she patted her cheek hard and said, how can an old woman covet these little warmth, and it is true that she woke up quickly.

How can there be a truth that heaven fulfills people's wishes, always struggling and retreating like this, and always sinking while being sober.

Being young always has so many opportunities

One day Zhou Yaoyang came to work, obviously absent-minded, the milk foam was messy, and the amount of fresh milk was not right, and the guests called him one after another, Yang, what's the matter, and saw him hurriedly blushing to remedy it.

Su Minglan took advantage of the lunch break to call Zhou Yaoyang to the corner and asked him in a whisper the reason. His eyes quickly turned red. A little choked up and said, she obviously doesn't want me anymore, why is she coming back to me now. Su Minglan was slightly stunned, patted his head and said, follow your heart to make a decision, think clearly. Then I saw the stupid boy sit all afternoon, and find the wrong change several times.

Su Minglan sighed, and went over to tell him, you will have a holiday today and go back to school early. It's better to solve the problem as soon as possible, and don't care about face or dignity, those that are worthless. Zhou Yaoyang was stunned for a moment, quickly changed his uniform and went back.

When I came back to work after a few days, I was refreshed, whistling while making coffee, either loving you or kiss me.

Su Minglan called him over and said, school has started, isn't his homework tight? Zhou Yaoyang replied, it was a little hard, but he could still cope with it. Su Minglan said, the money you owe me has already been paid off in your salary. If you can't take care of this, you can talk to me now. I'll find someone to do it for you.

Zhou Yaoyang, this sentimental child with small eyes, winked and said, but I was reluctant. Su Minglan said to him with a straight face as an elder, he should give up if he is reluctant, and his homework is more important in the end.

Let me grow old in the coffee bubble alone

AFTER EATING HIS LAST DAY MEAL, SU MINGLAN FELT A LITTLE EMPTY IN HIS HEART. Zhou Yaoyang came over with a cup of ice cream and said, Master, this is the last cup of coffee I made for you. I'll come back to see you more often in the future.

Su Minglan smiled and watched as the ice cream melted into the coffee like an iceberg collapsing. She knew that he would not come back, how good the outside world was, swift, powerful, passionate, who would come back to this place where time walked exceptionally slowly, like suicide. For life, coffee is just a flower on the cake after all, not charcoal in the snow; Or the ladder that rescued when he was extremely tired and tired, in exchange for the happiness of a short flight.

After that, dust to dust, dust to dust, and everything is back on the right path. Waiting Bar has always been just a paradise lost for her alone, and Zhou Yaoyang is just a lost person who occasionally breaks in, and gets back on the road after resting, it's so simple.

She put away the nameplate he left behind, the four letters yang, square. The doctor over there is almost like thunder, Su Minglan, don't you want to die? Drink coffee again, and you won't have to come to see me in the future.

She knew that there was something wrong with her heart, that it couldn't handle such a nervous drink, but she still allowed herself to indulge again and again this summer. Each cup of coffee is exchanged for a brief sweetness and a slightly long palpitation.

140 heart rate, hot flashes, sweating, shortness of breath, but it's just like a hot summer typhoid fever. Whether she is brave or masochistic, in short, everything is over.

Autumn has arrived, winter is coming, and it is perfect for recuperation. For a 28-year-old woman, she knows that everything will pass, and everything will eventually pass.

Just like after a cup of coffee, the dark marks left at the bottom of the cup will be washed away with water; Those intertwined eyes, those hearts and minds, those warm smiles, will be sealed in time, and only some slight traces will remain. Leave it to him for years and years, a more old self, carefully examined.