Didn't you say that the poppies bloom from March to May?

Mu Jinxi didn't think about anything more, but walked into his shop, looked at the things and furnishings inside, and suddenly recalled what he had said to Mu Haoqian in modern times:

"Cousin, you know what? A good café should be bright, but not flashy, there should be a certain smell in the space, but not only the bitter smell of smoke, the host should be a confidant, but not overly attentive, the guests who come every day should know each other, but they don't have to talk all the time, the coffee has a price, but you don't have to pay for the time you sit here. ”

"You think the café is your house, drink your coffee."

"Cousin, I'm telling the truth, if a good coffee shop doesn't have a little smell and no bright place, then what does it look like!"

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The melodious piano sound in the seclusion, the warm sunlight shuttling through the breath of the slight gap, comfortable, long, and filled all the emptiness between heaven and earth.

When night falls, the surroundings of Puluoguo are already lit up, but they are still full of people, and there are people everywhere, showing the strong modern atmosphere of this town.

Walking through these noisy places and coming to the bridge, I saw the wooden buildings lit up and the river reflected in the glazed lights.

Occasionally, there are one or two awning boats passing through the river, carrying tourists who enjoy the night view, pointing out the scenery, and they are already full of smiles, and the satisfaction and comfort have been written on the face, and the joy is in the heart!

Standing on the bridge and looking at it, it is like returning to the West Lake of the year, as if you have seen the most beautiful images of the West Lake on display, and you are shedding bitter tears......

Back to the hermitage, it was already dark, but there was still a flow of people to the hermitage, Mu Jinxi thought, I always thought that in ancient times, I must have gone out early and returned early, but I didn't expect that in Puluo country, there was also a night market.

The night market here is beautiful, it looks like a modern snack street, and Mu Geun-hee walked to the stage and took out the violin he had been carrying all along.

During the day, she didn't choose to appear because Mu Haoqian said that the piano here is the most popular, Mu Jinxi half-closed her eyes, and her body rhythmically followed the piano to play the violin on her shoulder.

She is so quietly integrated into a collective, and stands out from the crowd, which is particularly unique, attracting people's attention and not taking it off.

The person sitting in the distance, his chin with his hands folded, staring at Mu Jinxi's gaze became deeper and deeper......

The people around her have become her foil, and her light is too dazzling.

The man's gaze grew darker and darker......

Returning to the seclusion, the applause rang out.

Mu Jinxi ignored the applause and continued to play her violin, and everyone said that playing the violin and playing the piano was the most sentimental.

She couldn't let go of Ye Chusheng, but she had to let go.

She was really tired, and if she could, she really wanted to hold him and tell him that she wasn't willing to let go.

The sound of the piano saw the sorrow, came, and left.

Sorrow passes in the process, and those things that are connected with time sink together in silence.

The beginning of speechlessness, the loneliness is rustling, the light mist is flooding, who is over there?

The crow is as blue as smoke, unconsciously blue and stained the cheeks, the frost brushes the eyebrows and sideburns, and the bottom of the eyes is sour and sharp and cold like a blade, who is following?

It's the rumor, it's over, it's gone.