"Yes. But he's not here now. He will come back in the evening. "Ao's fur fluttered slightly, reminding me of the throbbing of primitive plants in the darkness of the jungle.

There are really people living here.

Warmth and intensity are intertwined, elegance and uninhibited are mixed, dark honey lingers and compassionate, and every pore of my body is stunned and frightened. I try to imagine the sounds and smiles of the people who live here, but I just can't get the full picture clearly. The world in the mind is always illusory and easy to scatter the ontology, and the more you try to frantically keep the concrete, the more difficult it is to achieve. Bursts of contemplation pierced my tired heart.

I followed Ao Ao on his way to visit. Passing through the hall, you enter a long, narrow white hallway. On both sides of the corridor, there are doors carved with roses. The rose carving spread bewitchingly, baring its teeth and claws, laughing wildly, piercing through the clouds, making people feel ridiculously dizzy. The bright red juice of the roses dripped and soaked the dazed thorns. The game of indulgence and temperance is thus unsettlingly mired in the mire of misery.

"Different doors lead to rooms with different functions. "O'Ao introduced me. Its ears were a little drooping a little bit more than before, which may have been my imagination, but that's how I felt at the moment.

Is it a cloakroom or a gym? I always feel that even if I distinguish the purpose of the room according to function, there is still something that is shackled, but I can't say where it is.

"You'll find out later. It smiled mysteriously at me. Its smile connects with the sea's most secluded corals.

I smiled a little reluctantly but gently.

"Ah, I'm so tired. How about a coffee at the café?" Ao stretched, his two furry arms swept across the air, leaving a curvilinear trail.

"Okay. "I happened to be a little thirsty, so I agreed. But I think even if I wasn't thirsty, I would have agreed. Sometimes I always feel that it is not my choice to agree or disagree, and I am relieved that I can't help myself in this situation.

The coffee is alive, a circle of bitterness ripples, but it retains a mellow aroma, which makes people intoxicated and can't stop. A thick, tan liquid that has swept away the bitterness of a thousand years. The name of the coffee string is swirling: mocha, latte, cappuccino, American...... I always feel that just listening to these names can smell the rich fragrance, and I don't need to dock the real coffee on the table. Why are these names so beautiful? Is it just because of the beautiful words that were chosen in the translation?

Ao took a sip of coffee, and the white whisker on his lips trembled, and a drop of coffee beads unintentionally hung on the edge of his beard, and he stayed on it steadily, without the intention of rolling off.

The warm afternoon sun comfortably wrapped around the skin, so warm that people didn't want to leave, and even a second more was like holding a century.

The curtains of the café are a faint pale yellow, covered with a layer of lace tulle, and when the wind moves, the curtains gently flutter and the heart moves with it.

"This coffee tastes great, isn't it? Ao spoke, the drops of coffee that had been hanging from his eyelashes slipping off suddenly.

"Well, it's very tasty. "The base notes of the coffee still linger on the tip of my tongue.

"Drinking coffee is so healing. One of the wonderful benefits of coffee is that it can mend the cracks in human nature and repair the scars of trouble. Whenever something upset in my heart, I drink a cup of coffee. Ao Ao's head bowed slightly, and his emerald eyes sparkled with a galaxy.

"I also like to drink coffee, and in the world of coffee, there is no inner struggle, only calm and serene relief. I inadvertently spat out such a string of words.

"Yes, and the coffee cup is full of possibilities. Any pattern can be printed on the coffee cup, and you can imagine the coffee cup being a pure white porcelain plate that you can add any image you like. Different imagery will produce different tastes. The sparkling Nile River, the cool kingdom sealed by ice and snow, the innocent and dreamy pink charm garden party, and the colorful and primitive Amazon rainforest, whatever can be reproduced on the cup. A blend of the real and the unreal, a mixture of soft and hard. When you taste a cup of fragrant coffee, it is equivalent to entering a world of beautiful stories on the cover of the cup, the brown juice of the coffee flows with your sucking, wets your lips, the magical picture scroll jumps, the shackles of the real world are suddenly broken, the realm of freedom rises suddenly, and the taste of freedom can be obtained. The so-called freedom does not have to be felt when you are really in the realm of freedom, as long as you are free in your heart, even if you are wearing chains, you can let your soul fly. For some reason, Ao suddenly opened the conversation, and the words rolled down like pearls, and the crisp sound of hitting the marble floor could be faintly heard.

"I understand. Somehow, I just want to say this at this point, even if it's a reply that strikes me in the heart and makes it resonate, I want to reply anyway, even if I can't convince the other person that I really understand. The fiery hearts in time and space are intertwined, and they try their best to capture them, and firmly freeze and possess them until they are eternally transformed into their true nature.

Ao's claws slid down its supple ears, moving and stopping.

Suddenly, there seemed to be movement outside. It seems to be the sound of iron shoes stepping on the floor, from far to near, from weak to strong, just the sound of feet stepping on the ground, but it gives people the illusion that the earth is shaking. The crack in the door of the corridor gradually opened by a small crack with a faint light, and the pink and golden glow stretched very long, and a figure gradually became clear. Finally, the moment the glow stopped, I saw the man's appearance clearly, a body as long as a canyon, legs like bamboo poles, a tuxedo and trousers as if carrying air, a handsome face like a carved face, the lines of the neck tendons and collarbones connected, and the curved and dense eyelashes that melted into a century of ice.

"Hi there. He had the kind of smile that only a person of his nature could see, neither introverted nor extroverted, but a smile that looked cheerful but did not make people feel uncomfortable with the urge of alienation. His smile was the opposite of his hard, thin body, soft enough to tickle the heart.

"You're finally back, Schuster. Ao jumped in front of him.

They knew each other, and I was the only outsider to whom I was born, but he didn't leave me out by default when he greeted me. I can't help but have a sour nose, there are still such good people in this world.