I found that the door of a restaurant was beautifully decorated, and I was immediately attracted to it. The entrance is surrounded by a variety of greenery, and some unnamed flowers are still blooming, as if entering a fairyland.

Walking through a short stretch of road surrounded by bamboo, the restaurant with floor-to-ceiling windows has a very upscale feeling.

The restaurant is quiet and soft music is playing. There are two floors in total, with a hollow in the middle, which can be viewed directly from the second floor, which is very similar to the structure of the mall, but the lighting and decoration are not quite the same.

There is a small stage on the first floor, which is very folk and only allows singing of slow songs.

There is a wall with pictures of many people. Under each photo, the contributor of the photo writes words full of positive energy.

Every day, an employee selects the most beautiful sentence and writes it on the small wooden board next to it.

Today's board reads:

-- The best love awakens the soul.

I found that they had a handbook on the bar, very thick as the thickness of an Oxford Dictionary. In the box, there are all kinds of things you need to make a handbook, such as cute tape, pictures, scissors, colored pens, photos, pens, and hand-drawn lines.

Almost two-thirds of the time a journal was written, all of which were voluntary.

Looking at the different styles of handbooks they made, I was pleasantly surprised. I wanted to make one by myself, so I posted a photo of me and Mr. Yuan's rabbit, and a waiter brought it to me with a small cake.

"Hello ma'am, here's your cake."

"Wait a minute! I didn't order the cake! ”

"This is a gift from our boss, and he said he likes your work very much." The waiter left me with such a sentence and prepared to walk away.

"Wait a minute, who's your boss?" I'll stop it.

"Ma'am, don't be stressed, please enjoy it slowly."

This time I left really decisively, and I was staring at this particularly simple and beautiful cake. Brain Update: Is there anyone I know who owns a casual restaurant?

It doesn't seem to be.

The cake is gray-blue and white, with a gray-blue top and a pure white bottom of the half. It has a sentence written in English with jam:

――Do you have a map?

――Do you have a map?

I couldn't understand what I was trying to say, so I couldn't guess who it was. It's better to make a handbook quietly and eat cake.

Then I didn't have the heart to thank each other in my heart. The spoon scooped a large spoonful of cake from the middle and ate it.

In the courtyard, two small open-air fortress-like pavilions were made, and the surrounding area was full of flowers and plants.

It's beautiful, and I'm obsessed with it.

There are a few beautiful stories in that journal:

One person said:

-- Live beautifully, dream passionately, and love completely.

When I first met you in 2013, you were riding a mountain bike. not

Braked the brake and flew out of the schoolbag I was carrying on one shoulder. Frightened to drift, I strode out of the car in a panic and picked up my schoolbag.

I sat on the ground, stupefied.

The second time I saw her, my roommate insisted on taking me to the school basketball team, and she bought four bottles of water, and I helped her get two bottles. As soon as I got to the audience, before I could choose a seat, you hit me with a ball.

I covered my head, a little stunned by the smash. Both bottles of water fell to the ground, tears of pain flowed, and when you ran over and saw that it was me, you were stunned for a moment. I looked up and saw your innocent expression, and I thought, I won't let you go, the man who hurt me twice!

After becoming friends, I found myself always attracted to you. You seem to be good, and you seem to be bad.

You are polite to everyone, clean and self-motivated boy. What's bad is that if you are good to everyone, you can let others see that sentence: he is not cold, he is just warm not you.

At the end of the reunion that day, you confessed to me at their instigation. I'm so happy, I've never been so happy to agree with you directly.

Even though I know you're drunk, you probably wake up the next day and don't remember anything. But I still want to take the opportunity to say what is in my heart.

In front of your slightly drunk face, a thousand words are carried by one word: good.

You're drunk, and I can smell the wine on you sitting next to me. While a group of people didn't care, I leaned on your shoulder and kissed you secretly.

I thought it was just a game that day and you'd forget. But you didn't, and when you saw me the next day, you didn't know how to put your shy hands.

You've been so nice to me, but I've always felt like something was missing between us. Later, when I saw her, I realized:

"Oh, so she's the one you like."

He has long chestnut curly hair, a beautiful side face, and is thin and tall.

You don't know, every time we pass by her from the library. You'll let go of my hand in advance, walk over to her, and go and say hello to her.

The smile on the side of the face and the heartbeat in the eyebrows and eyes are all shown because of seeing her.

I stood still and didn't move. You didn't seem to have seen me in front of her, so every time you exchanged pleasantries, she never looked back at me.

You... Also.

Many times, you let go of your hand in advance. Until you finished greetings, I stood still......

And I... I never thought I didn't know her, and I never took the initiative to ask you. I'm afraid, I'm afraid she'll hook her fingers, and you'll go with her. I know how humble I love.

You asked me when you got the certificate, "Would you like to marry me?" ”

"I said yes." But in fact, how much I wish that what you can tell me is: Lian Xiang, I want to marry you.

I want to marry you, what a beautiful word.

On the day I tried on the wedding dress, I met her again. She also tried on wedding dresses in that store, such a thin waist and a very delicate figure.

She had a very happy smile on her face, and when you looked at her, I saw suppressed tears in your eyes.

This time you introduced me to her, and she looked at you in amazement. Some complained that you didn't tell her in advance, and talked to me very kindly.

The voice is gentle and soft.

The day I got married was probably the best day I've ever had with you. All day, all your eyes were on me.

In the past year, I have seen that you have been busy with a lot of things for her.

But you've never really talked to me about who she is you? What does it have to do with you, what does it mean to exist in your heart.

But when you really sat down to have a meal with you, you told me, "I have someone I like, but that person is not you." ”

I said, "I know." ”

"You know? I..."

"Let's get a divorce." I only took one bite of that plate of beef. I put down the knife and fork and looked at you very calmly.

The hands are not shaking, and the eyes are not showing signs of weakness. I'll just look at you, very seriously and very hard.

In fact, you don't know how much strength the divorce sentence used up to me. How tired and panicked I was when I said that.

Because I am attached to the opportunity to be by your side and accompany you, I am disgusted with myself in this humble love.

I'm sick of the kind of waiting I have for you, so desperately longing for your love.

Over the course of my year, you've said a lot of the words: Wait for me.

You don't know, how much I hate the word waiting. You made me wait for you all the time, and you went further and further until I couldn't even keep up with the big run.

And you still want me to wait, how selfish.

But some people are still willing to eat it.

Why, you ask? I said I was in love with someone else, too. Do you know how much your comfortable expression hurt my heart at that time? From being with you to getting married, you never seem to have seen what I did for you.

The girl you like is married, and you can drink until you vomit. When I got home in the early morning, I was so drunk that I didn't know anyone and kept crying.

Ayuan sent you to me, and you hugged and talked nonsense. I looked at Ah Yuan in embarrassment, because no one else knows who you love in your heart except you and me.

Ayuan was very smart and asked me, "So, did he marry you because of love?" ”

"Hmm." I am speechless and pat you on the back.

Ayuan grabbed you directly and punched you hard. I kept scolding you, but I didn't stop him. I know I'm tired, tired, tired, and I can't hold you back.

Neither I nor Ayuan have ever mentioned it to you that day. But when my friend was eating, the way he looked at me changed. He used to make fun of us, but now he looks at me with pity.

One day Ah Yuan said to me, "He doesn't love you, do you still want to keep your humble love?" Are you living a good life now? Do you know what your 20-something-year-old face looks like now? What about your dreams? Not a dream of being a photographer? Your love is incomplete, and incomplete love hurts the soul, you know? Lian Xiang? "He almost yelled at me, he wanted to wake me up.

That again, I've been waiting for you all night. When I looked at the cold house, I was suddenly relieved. I suddenly let go of the reason why I still loved you for so many years, and I suddenly figured it out.

Although I know that I am divorced, I may think of you. But at least I let myself go, and I want to thank myself for letting myself go.

Because of you, my life is not beautiful, my dreams are not warm, and my love is incomplete.

God knows, so many years by your side. How did I get by, I gave up too many of my dreams. For the sake of this love, he wasted his youth and made himself bruised again and again.

On the day you signed the divorce, you brought her along. It was a strange feeling, as if I had never known you before. I suddenly, oh no, I didn't know you all along. It's always been me who takes the initiative.

You won't know that you said you got drunk when you were together, and you were at that class reunion, and you were egged on by them.

Later, when I talk about who I like the most, who I want to be with the most. You're drunk too, you said her. I sat next to a group of classmates, like five thunderbolts.

But I'm glad that everyone there was drunk except me. No one remembers what a drunkard said, and my embarrassment was hidden again.

Xu Zhao, that's it.

Divorce, I gave you my youth. From now on, I can go home alone. No longer have to be humble in front of a cold house, and you who can't warm up all the time.

It's so good that I let myself go.

――――――

I wrote a full five pages, and the handbook was very delicate and beautiful. Many people write their stories on more than five pages of paper, and they do it beautifully. It really looks like a feeling of letting go, but in fact, many words are smudged by teardrops.

I envy these people who have loved them so much, like a bunch of rock sugar strawberries sweet to my heart. There are also too many bitter waters that make people lose confidence in love, and some people still maintain their expectations for love.

There are so many stories in our lives. There is sadness, laughter, goodbye, loss, and the only constant is that we are all trying to make ourselves happy.

Love is too humble, so I try to convince myself to leave. No matter how sad and reluctant you are, you can't stop yourself from following in the future. You can recall, but you can't look back.

We must learn to let go, because we are the most important treasure in our lives.