In the afternoon, Leng Xue sat in a daze at the bar, and the coffee in front of him had long since lost a trace of heat.

When she learned that he had a fiancée, instead of being depressed, she felt relieved.

However, is there really such a thing as reincarnation in the world? Perhaps, this is people's good wishes. The world is very big, there are many people in the world, and there are inevitably coincidences between people and between things. Seeing through and seeing down, many people and many things are just like white horses, and no one can catch the slightest bit, let it dissipate and pass.

When I was engrossed, someone walked into Memory.

Looking up, he walked towards her.

"What, aren't you welcome?" It's Jing Heng. Standing in front of the bar, he was smiling.

Standing up, Leng Xue said coldly: "The visitor is a guest, what do you want to drink?" She only saw him as a guest.

Looking around, he noticed that there was a drink list on each table. Looking at the coffee in front of her, he pointed to the cup and said, "I want a cup of coffee like yours." ”

"Wait a minute." Without telling him that she was drinking Blue Mountain, she turned around and made coffee for him.

Seeing her operating methodically in the bar, he still stood outside the bar as if he was enjoying a beautiful view. Wanting to get closer to her, he found a topic and said: "Why is the name of the store called Memory, is there a story?" ”

Her fingers trembled, she didn't want him to notice her strangeness. Pretending to be fine, Leng Xue replied lightly: "I like this English word, it is full of stories in itself." ”

Supporting his chin with one hand, Jing Heng nodded without suspicion. For him, since she is willing to answer her own questions, it shows that there is still room for further communication.

The aroma of coffee began to permeate the coffee house, and he was fascinated by the aroma that filled the room. Gently stirring the boiling water mixed with coffee foam, her mind drifted into the distance, stopping at a coffee shop in a foreign country.

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A few days ago, Shiya recommended a coffee shop not far from her residence, saying that the Blue Mountains there were delicious. The owner is a young girl and her craft at making coffee is quite good. Coupled with the delicate face, it attracts many men.

For coffee lovers, they value coffee. For business, the beautiful appearance of the female boss does add a lot to the turnover of the store.

In the morning, Leng Xue, who was at his accommodation, decided to step out of the house and go to the coffee shop recommended by a friend to have a drink of Blue Mountain.

Dressed in low heels, she walked less than ten minutes to a small coffee shop. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she noticed that there were indeed quite a few customers in the store. Perhaps because they have to go to work, most of the customers choose to pack food. As a result, there are still a considerable number of empty seats in the store.

When the gaze moves to the far left of the floor-to-ceiling window, someone's gaze meets hers. It was he, the one who pulled out his shoes for himself that day and drove him back to his place on his bicycle.

He smiled at her, and she tugged at him. Then, she walked into the coffee shop.

After standing in line for a while, she ordered a glass of Blue Mountain. With a paper cup in hand, she sat down on the seat of another table by the window.

Shortly after she sat down, he walked up to her, holding a paper cup and a newspaper.

"Can I sit here?" The man asked politely.

She nodded.

"Thank you." Sitting down in the seat opposite her, the man naturally said, "My name is Fan Minzhong, what's your name?" ”

To him, she didn't feel that the other party was abrupt, "My name is Leng Xue." Thank you for the last time. ”

"Cold snow, nice name." With a light smile on his face, Fan Minzhong looks very handsome. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you." She responded politely to him.

"I'm guessing, you're not Korean."

"I'm Chinese and like to travel the world."

"You're the prettiest Chinese girl I've ever seen." Fan Min, who has no ill intentions and flattery, generously expressed his praise for her.

"It means that you have seen too few Chinese girls."

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That morning, they communicated in Korean. talked about the differences between China and South Korea, and talked about each other's favorite coffee. The topic was smooth, the atmosphere was harmonious, and they gradually got acquainted with each other.

As time passed, they chatted until noon. The surrounding light became active, as if a mischievous child was chasing and playing.

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Handing over the white porcelain cup, Leng Xue said expressionlessly, "This is the coffee you want." ”

It was the coffee she made, and he was looking forward to it. After adding a small sugar cube and stirring gently with a small spoon for a short while, he took a sip of the hot liquid. Putting down the cup, the smooth coffee flows down the throat, and the rich charcoal roast flavor lingers on the tongue with a slight sweetness.

"What kind of coffee is this?" He asked, surprised.

"Blue Mountain."

"It's really the best in the world!"

"Remember to pay the bills."

"How much?" Smiled lightly, took out his wallet, and put on a look of "I'm a rich man, I don't pay off".

"Thirty."

After hearing this, Jing Heng, who took out a stack of 100 yuan bills, said happily: "This is 900 yuan, I want to cover the Blue Mountain for a month." ”

Only took the first banknote, Leng Xue said unhurriedly: "Our store's Blue Mountain does not have a reservation and monthly subscription service. As she spoke, she placed seventy dollars in front of him.

"Why?" Frowning, he asked in a strange voice.

"Our Blue Mountain only sells three cups a day."

Posing as a primary school student eager to learn and seek knowledge, he asked with great interest: "Boss Leng, are you hanging the appetite of the guests, or is it the rhythm of not making money?" ”

"I have the final say in the store I opened."

When making coffee for him, Leng Xue made an extra cup by the way, because she never drank cold coffee and iced coffee. She had already poured out the cup just now.

His answer left him speechless. It seems that she is different from ordinary beautiful women.

"Uh····· Cold snow ······" Swallowing his saliva, he tilted his head slightly, and said, "Do you have a boyfriend?" ”

"Nope." Taking a sip of Blue Mountain, she didn't look at him.

"What type do you like?" His eyes lit up, and he felt that a bright avenue appeared in front of him, lined with trees and flowers.

Looking directly at him, she poured cold water on him mercilessly, "It's not your type. ”

His upper body fell on the table, and in an instant, he realized that his world was dark. There is no avenue of light, no trees are luxuriant, no flowers are blooming.

"Leng Xue, you hurt me too much." With a frustrated look on his face, he "struggled" to get up.

"There is no shortage of women around you, don't waste your time on me." Leng Xue said firmly, neither doubting his economic strength nor his physical condition.

"Wrong, in fact, I lack women, and it is you who is missing." Straightening his waist, he has a domineering posture.

Ignoring him, her opinion of him was that he was boring, insane, and carrot-minded.

Indifference was a powerful rebuttal, and seeing her nonchalant appearance, he was a little embarrassed.

The so-called more frustration the more courageous, failure is the mother of success, where he falls, he gets up there, he doesn't believe it, he can't handle her.

After drinking the rest of the Blue Mountain in one go, Jing Heng said angrily, "I'm leaving." ”

He thought she would see him. When he turned around, he saw her still sitting sideways at the bar drinking coffee. It turned out that I was thinking too much.

It's just a guy who likes to pick up girls. Therefore, she did not know him too much, but only treated him as a guest.

Memory, she recalls the encounter with another person in her own memory.