Thinking of this, I suddenly looked at myself in the mirror outside the store to see if there was anything inappropriate. She has a delicate face, her hair is in a neat bun, and the only thing is that she has no makeup.

It doesn't matter, anyway, it's just to see a friend, and there's no need to be so grand. Besides, I was still more confident with my face, so I walked happily towards the destination in front of me.

At the end of the street, a dark façade is the Sunset Cafe.

The word sunset is still used in the seal style, fortunately, the butterfly still has some literary foundation, and when she was with Gao Ruohan in her early years, she was still on demand by her, an expert in ancient Chinese, so that she couldn't understand what kind of name this little seal was written.

There are two very small fonts below, which are also small seals: Chang Ji Xi Pavilion sunset, drunk and do not know the way back.

Butterfly remembers that this is Li Qingzhao's words, and there are a few sentences at the end, vaguely: Happy to return to the boat at night...... Strayed into the depths of the lotus flower...... Startled a shoal of gulls and herons.

Butterfly couldn't help but laugh, obviously a café, and used Song words in the bookbag. It can be described as the most sour and rancid.

However, the owner obviously also wants to use ancient words in a maverick on this long street of Korean, Japanese or Western, which is also a brain-opening.

Looking at the façade, Butterfly doesn't think it's just a café inside, but rather a museum with ancient artifacts.

The heavy wooden door is ajar, and you slip in, filled with the rich aroma of coffee that will make your soul flutter.

Butterfly thought: Today is a mistake into the depths of coffee, when you need to indulge in the road and don't know the way back. This is also one of the great joys of life.

After thinking about it, he strode in.

Slightly accustomed to the dim light inside, at a glance you could see Liao Yingchen, who seemed a little pale and haggard but still difficult to hide, under the gloomy light.

She had already stood up, walked slowly to the butterfly, took her hand, and said, "Here you are." ”

Butterfly looked at her a little bewildered, and suddenly became so enthusiastic, which made Butterfly feel that her previous views on her were really bastard, and she seemed to be narrow-minded and open-minded enough.

Immediately smiled, and said, "I thought I came early, but I didn't expect you to come earlier than me." ”

Liao Yingchen pulled the butterfly to sit down at her table, and the butterfly saw a cup of coffee in front of her, which didn't seem to move, and it was steaming faintly.

The butterfly said, "Sit down." He sat down and couldn't help but look at Liao Yingchen

I've met her before, and today I seem to think she's even more moving. I haven't seen him all these years, to be honest, it is naturally unrealistic that there has been no change, Liao Yingchen can be said to be more mature and charming, as if the glazed porcelain exudes a layer of intoxicating halo.

Isn't the most beautiful stage of a woman now?

Even butterflies can't help but be amazed.

She smiled sweetly and said, "What do you drink?" ”

Butterfly looked at the coffee in front of her and asked, "What are you drinking?" ”

"I usually only order coffee."

The butterfly said, "Let's have a cup just like you." Then a waiter came with a list, and the butterfly looked up and said, "It's the same as hers." ”

In fact, Butterfly just wants to talk to her about the past, it doesn't matter what she drinks, and in Butterfly's opinion, not all coffee in this world tastes the same.

Of course, Butterfly does not deny that coffee actually contains a variety of flavors, as those gourmets say: American, Arabic, Mediterranean, or some ancient Greek taste, *The taste is not guaranteed. The most unique is a coffee called cat poop, which is said to be a coffee bean grown by cat feces nutrition, which is particularly fragrant.

What kind of incense is this? Butterflies have never drunk, and naturally there is no way to imagine, how to go from to incense, this is definitely a work of heaven and man.

Butterfly would love to see if there would be cat coffee in such a tall place, but even if there were, she didn't have the guts.

I just drink some instant coffee on weekdays, and this habit is still the habit of my father when he was alive.

Although Dad is a university professor, his social status is not low, and his income is not low, but he still has a frugal and self-disciplined attitude towards life, never extravagant and wasteful, and he does not like unnecessary expenses outside.

It's the same coffee, forty yuan a bottle of coffee is enough for my father, and he will never spend money to drink a cup of coffee for forty yuan.

At that time, Gao Ruohan occasionally wanted some small feelings or romances outside of daily life, but when he came to Yumu's father, he vetoed them all.

He will also count Gao Ruohan: Impatient with too much money? Want to waste it? If you have too much, give it to me.

Gao Ruohan argued about this: Isn't making so much money just for enjoyment? Otherwise, why make so much money?

Dad snorted and replied mercilessly: You are not enjoying, you are ......

Butterfly has been under his father* all his life, although many places do not agree with his father, sometimes he will stand on Gao Ruohan's side, saying that his father is a miser, but in fact, he is still deeply affected.

Especially in the years since my father's death, I feel that I have many habits of my father in my bones, and I can't get rid of many of my lifestyles. Thrift, is one of them.

Of course, in many cases, I don't mean to be frugal, but I just think about some questions, do I have to spend this money? If she's really happy, she'll be happy too, and if she doesn't feel that way, why waste her hard-earned money.

The coffee was quickly put in front of the butterfly, and although it was a clear coffee, the waiter brought the matching milk and sugar. Butterflies habitually add a little milk. Sugar, butterflies have been losing weight.

At this time, she realized that she was a little fat, so she hurriedly began to lose sugar and meat.

"I heard you're an editor?"

This is the last time the butterfly said it herself.

"Well, yes, I'm an editor at a magazine."

Today's Liao Yingchen is particularly eager, which surprises the butterfly. She always thought that after being separated for so many years, there should be some estrangement and separation. From the moment he entered the door, Liao Yingchen took the initiative to eliminate this barrier, and the sincere face of a good friend moved the butterfly very much.

The two girls face each other, and the dim light tells a lot of the hustle and bustle of the past, sparse and sparse, as if there is a dense autumn rain in their hearts, endless sadness, and tenderness.

In a flash, they have all gone from being innocent girls back then, rushing to eat a bowl of spicy tang, because they can happily hug each other and giggle for a long time because of a little thing, and now they have become adult women with dark scars of years on their eyebrows and eyes. No longer recklessly do something that does not use your brain, and no longer sleep soundly as soon as you dip your pillow on, let the thunder roar outside, and the sky will fall apart.