Even in the mid-90s, there were no decent petty bourgeois places for people to entertain and enjoy the slow expression of emotions under the fast pace, but the Northeast is a place where the pace of life is very slow will also keep pace with the times and make some changes to follow the mainstream trend, as more people pour into this heavy industrial town where high-rise buildings are gradually erecting and urbanization is becoming more and more prominent, coffee and piano have also begun to become more and more important.

The earliest place to drink coffee and enjoy music in City C is Peninsula Coffee, when many social big brothers are still drinking instant coffee in the lobby of the hotel to learn the high-end Sven of their Hong Kong and Taiwan counterparts, Peninsula Coffee has become the first choice for many highly educated and knowledgeable people.

Recently, Hon Hai, who has been in an inexplicable mood, was found out about the newly opened Peninsula Coffee on Chongqing Road at that time, and went to it alone, and then fell in love with the beautiful environment here. They grind coffee by hand, talk about current affairs, and political dignitaries, pursuing freedom of thought and self-indulgence while being cynical.

Things that can bring people beauty and infinite longing are addictive, and Hon Hai is undoubtedly attracted by the elegance and high-end of Peninsula Coffee, since that day undoubtedly came, Hon Hai began to go to Peninsula Coffee frequently, sitting quietly on a table closest to the piano and listening to piano music fascinated, with Mozart's elegance, Beethoven's grandeur and profundity, and Chopin's vivid and realistic description of life.

Hon Hai, who was once very literary and artistic, was able to become a confidant and friend with Hu Wenbo, who also loved art but became a martial artist, which shows Hon Hai's true and delicate heart.

As Hon Hai came for more time, Hon Hai gradually found that he might not like listening to music and coffee here, but he also had a smile that was sweeter and mellower than coffee, and it was easier to make people fascinated than music.

Hon Hai has never been in love even when he was in college, and has never been as open-minded as the people around him, Hon Hai is more cautious and more ashamed to talk about his longing for love and his eagerness when it sprouts.

The person Hon Hai likes is called Xue Lan, a piano teacher at a university of arts, and she will come here to perform in her spare time, Xue Lan is twenty-six years old, which is considered an older young woman at the time, but the strange thing is that Hon Hai has never found that Xue Lan has any intimate opposite sex around, but who is born next to Xue Lan, who has an elegant and unique temperament in Hon Hai's eyes, should be a blow to Hon Hai.

Today, Hon Hai is still a person who wants to forget all the unpleasantness, the unwillingness of life, and the heavy responsibilities of work, so after coming to Peninsula Coffee again, Hon Hai originally wanted to go to the table he often makes, but after finding that it has been occupied, Hon Hai can only find a place far away, and then Hon Hai sat down and asked for a cup of cappuccino, and then quietly listened to Xue Lan's performance.

Today, Xue Lan's mood should not be very good, she played the No. 14 piano sonata Moonlight of Dove, which Hon Hai had been infatuated with for a while, the deep and euphemistic tune makes people can't help but imagine themselves as a baby bathed in the moonlight** body, but it looks equally pale and weak under the shroud of beauty, the rhythm of the sonata is matched with Xue Lan's white bow headband, light blue dress and pure white high heels, even a side face makes Hon Hai deeply fascinated.

Just as Hon Hai was intoxicated, suddenly an offensive laughter came.

It turned out that Hon Hai habitually sat at the table, seven or eight young people were playing poker together, and a young man with a rare cockscomb head and a light blue fountain pen and water tattoo on his arm shouted at Xue Lan with a smile, "What kind of barren thing are you playing?" Can the whole thing be easy to understand? Come to the waiter! ”

The look of boredom in the young waiter's eyes flashed, and he came to the young man's side with a professional smile, bent down to say hello, and asked, "Excuse me, sir, if you need me to serve you?" ”

The young man stretched out his hand and took out two hundred yuan from the pile of money on the table, handed it to the waiter, and then said with a smile: "You ask the young lady who plays the piano to play a Northeast folk song version of Eighteen Touches for me. Go for it......" The young man didn't care whether others agreed or not, he stretched out his hand and pushed the waiter away.

The little waiter knew that these people were all famous little bastards in this area, so he dared to be angry and walked directly towards Xuelan.

After arriving at Xue Lan's side, Xue Lan could feel that someone was standing beside her, and then after a simple finish, she looked at the little waiter with a smile and said, "Don't say it, tell him that I can't play!" After finishing speaking, Xue Lan stood up elegantly and turned around to leave.

After seeing Xue Lan like this, the little bastards who were sitting and playing poker stopped doing it, and the cockscomb head stood up directly and pointed at Xue Lan and shouted, "What the hell are you pretending to be with me?" I'll give you two thousand, come with me! ”

After the young man finished shouting, the little brothers around him all laughed and coaxed together.

"My brother Min has been raising turtles since he was a child, and if you take two thousand, you can still go to heaven comfortably!"

"Hahaha...... I'll make up one share, I'll give a thousand! ”

"Then I'll follow, I'll give me two hundred and I'll go through the back door......"

The teasing words that were so unsightly that people listened to them that they were itchy but really exciting made Xue Lan's face suddenly red, and the embarrassed Xue Lan turned around directly and walked quickly towards the outside of the café.

"Oh? Can you still get out of the palm of my golden gun in this piece? Let's go, let's go ......" said the cockscomb-headed young man named Xiaomin chased directly towards Xue Lan, and without waiting for Xue Lan to go out, he reached out and grabbed Xue Lan's white arm, and then asked with a lewd smile: "Old girl, are you in a hurry to go home with me?" ”

Before the cockscomb finished speaking, Hon Hai had already reached the front of the two people, stretched out his hand, directly opened Xiaomin's arm, and then said to Xue Lan: "You go!" ”