"Do you want to buy flowers?"

"Don't buy it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Something?"

"Tomorrow will be sunny."

"Yes, Mr. is a foreigner, the weather here has always been like this, and it rains for a long time."

"Well, but when the rain stops, the sky clears."

"Yes, the gentleman is very funny. Interested in chatting? ”

"Do you have any wine?"

"Coffee."

The woman sat across from me at the window table with two mugs.

"What is your surname, sir?"

"Don't give your surname Liu, Wendao Liu."

"Haha, it's the first time I've heard someone explain the last name like that. Mr. is very literate. The woman smiled and enjoyed it.

"It's also the first time I've introduced my last name like that." I took a sip of my coffee and took the warmth into my hand.

"Are you cold, sir? I've got a coat here to lend you. The woman asked intimately.

"Thank you, how can I borrow your husband's coat."

"You're welcome, the owner of the coat isn't my husband, and no one has been here for a long time." The woman said, turning her head to look out the window.

The road outside the window is sparsely populated, holidays, and the weather are all reasons.

"Miss him." I asked.

"Who?"

"The owner of the coat."

"I can't remember." The woman sighed.

"I'll buy your coffee for your story."

"Coffee doesn't sell, but stories, if you want, I can tell you." The woman got up and changed her apron, sat back in her chair, and slowly fell into her memory.

"He is the original owner of this flower shop, I believe you have also seen it, this flower shop is actually not in a good location, but because it is adjacent to a community, the rental price is also rising, so his life can be said to be bland. Because my family lives in this community, I will always meet each other when I go to work, get off work, go out, and go home. Occasionally they smile and smile at each other, but they don't know each other well at first. I first noticed him because of his behavior. Do you know? A person of his age would be like a child, in winter, holding a roasted sweet potato in front of the glass, right in this position, looking out the window, looking at it for a few hours, and he didn't care if the sweet potato in his hand was cold. At that time, I thought he was so stupid, but he was so naïve and content. Later, when it was ripe, he learned that that sweet potato might be what he ate for half a day. I also once persuaded him to change to another livelihood, but he refused, saying that it was his talent and something he liked, so he would not give up lightly. After that, he had no choice. The woman spoke unquickly and smiled, but she couldn't hide the last trace of sadness.

"You can see that you have a good relationship with him." I held up the mug in my hand and touched it with the woman. The woman smiled and drank it down.

"Yes, I have a good relationship with him, but if I dig deeper, it may be a bit bloody, and sometimes I even wonder if I am delaying him. The beginning of my real acquaintance with him was because of a breakup of mine, when I caught my boyfriend of three years in bed, and then he came here by a ghost, standing in front of this glass. watched him take small sips and eat the roasted sweet potato in his hand. I don't know why, but the moment I saw him, I felt relieved that I had never felt before. Then I opened the door and walked in. Little did I know at the time that a door could open the lives of two people. ”