Time flies, especially when learning what you love. Before I knew it, the day's classes were over again, and I took off my school-issued chef's cooking uniform, folded it neatly, and put it back in the cupboard. Then he said hello to Mr. Ah Qiang: "Mr. Ah Qiang, let's not get together tonight, I want to go back and sort out my notes in the evening." ”

After dinner, I chatted with Xiaobao in the dormitory for a while about class notes, and then I went out for a stroll, and I wanted to enjoy the night view by myself.

I walked along the small roads of the town, admiring the various buildings on the side of the road, stopping for a while when I encountered a good landscape, and taking out my mobile phone to take a picture as a souvenir. At this time, I feel very comfortable, and there will be a lot of good memories in my heart. I walked slowly like I had done before, but this time alone.

The night had already darkened, and the lights were on, and I came to the front of the bakery again, and the English text on the window had changed the font and content, but it was still so artistic. The scene was as if Lynn had been picking bread that afternoon.

I passed by a very elegantly furnished hut, a small wooden hut that encased the entire exterior of the house in wood. The color of the hut is white, and it is surrounded by small colorful green flowers. In front of the door stands a small blackboard, on which chalk is written Welcome, and the font is graceful and free. I thought: the owner of this shop must be a very temperamental little woman.

The most unusual thing about this cottage is that it has no font size, and I can't tell what it does from the outside, which perfectly aroused my curiosity. When I walked into the house, I saw two little girls standing in the bar making coffee. The interior of the house is very simple, with gentle lighting, soft music, the aroma of coffee in the air, neatly arranged and designed books... The people sitting in the hut are carefully sipping their coffee and munching on the tranquility of their books. I guess it's a book.

I walked over to the delicate bookshelves to look for my favorite books. The bookshelf is not very large, it is taller than me, leaning against the wall on either side of the corner, and on each side of the bookshelf is a small square table, on which there is a pot of orchids. The bookshelves are light brown. The table is also light brown. I found a book of essays entitled "The days are not in a hurry, we are coming" and found a seat in a corner of the hut. I still ordered my favorite Americano, I like the bitter and sour taste, just like life, only after tasting the bitter taste can I learn to cherish it.

I looked out the window, and a little flower cat was lazily curled up on the windowsill.

I wonder if she was listening to "Warm Light" like me at this time, and I recall saying that "we seem to have a lot in common".

"The days are not in a hurry, we are coming to the long time", what a beautiful title, I glanced at the book in my hand, opened the auxiliary text and wrote:

"Life must experience rich emotions, make yourself rich, magnanimous, tolerant, understanding, sympathetic to all kinds of "human nature", be able to understand yourself, not criticize yourself or others, not make it difficult for yourself to do what you can't, and not difficult for others to do not."

I raised my head and looked out the window again, the little flower cat was gone, and my heart suddenly felt empty. After taking a sip of coffee, he continued to the next page, "Looking back, you will see the places that you have never been nostalgic for, the delicacies that you have hastily devoured before, the feelings that keep you down, and everything."

"The days are not in a hurry, we will come a long time", I silently chewed the taste of the book in my heart, I don't know if I can meet her here tonight, I think I can meet her, as she said, we "have a lot of places that are the same".

It was already late at night, and the number of people in the house was gradually increasing. I looked out the window, and the little cat didn't know when, but it was back on the windowsill, still curled up lazily, as if it had never left, and had been curling up quietly there.

"Hey, what do you want?" Lynn finally showed up, and I wasn't surprised, I looked back at her as if we had made an appointment beforehand. She lifted the hem of her skirt and sat down across from me, smiling, "I guessed you would be here, believe it or not." ”

"If I say I believe it, do you believe it?"

"Believe, because we both have a lot in common, don't you think?" She put a small hand in front of me and looked at me with a smile. It was the first time I had touched her hand.

Lynn wore a white floral dress at night, the hem of which stopped at the knee, revealing a pair of lithe legs, delicate like wooden legs in a shop window. She wore a light makeup tonight, her pink lips were slightly curled, and her crooked eyes were even more charming against the soft lighting.

"Say, if you want to talk to me about something, I'll hand over my ears to you today." She stared at me with a smirked face.

I looked at the little cat curled up on the windowsill and said, "Do you like kittens very much, do you know that every time you appear, there is always a kitten, like a little elf guarding you." ”

She smiled, and the smile was charming.

She took out the photos in her phone to show me, pointed to a big black cat with a fat face in the album and said to me: "This is big black, always silly, every time I come home and open the door, it always appears at the door, squatting there with its back to the door, as if to say, "I didn't wait for you", you say it's not fun. ”

She looked at me and continued, "You know, he likes cats the most, he used to go to the cattery to play with cats, he said that as long as he held the kitten in his arms, there would be no worries, and he said that it would be nice if I were a little flower cat, he always stroked the kitten's neck with his hand, while holding me in his arms, and he also liked to smell my hair, saying that he especially liked the smell of my hair." ”

I asked her, "You two love each other so much, why are you separated, you have been together for nine years, which is longer than the seven-year itch in your marriage." When she said this, her eyes flushed slightly red, and then she glanced at me and said, "I hate you, why do you want to mention him." ”

I'm so innocent! I said helplessly: "Since you have mentioned it, then you can tell me the story of the two of you, so that I can also understand what your prince charming is like." ”

She held her pointed chin with her right hand and stared intently at the little flower cat outside the window, as if she was reminiscing about the past, and wondering where to tell me their story.

"It's okay not to talk about it, there's really nothing to talk about, it's all in the past, so let's keep a memory."

I stared at her silently, not answering, I knew she was trying to tell me, and I really wanted to know something about them.

"His family is rural, our university is an alumni, I met at a class reunion, at that time he was tall and thin, especially loved to play basketball, and always imitated the appearance of basketball star Jordan when he walked, which was funny, but he was really handsome, and many girls liked him very much."

Lynn seemed to bring that beautiful memory back to her eyes, and she smiled sweetly. "I remember one time my roommate wanted to take me to the playground to watch a basketball game, and she said that she especially liked to see the boys playing basketball on the playground sweating like rain, and she couldn't help her soft grinding and hard foam, so I followed her."

At this point, she looked at me and asked if the clip was bloody, and I motioned for her to continue. "No, actually, there's nothing, that's right there, I saw him again, I met at the class reunion, we all talked to each other, and at halftime, he shouted at me, and then threw the basketball at me, and then he walked over with that (I don't recognize the six relatives).

"Later... After that, it was nothing, my roommate and I went back to the dorm after watching the game, and then he always came to me for various reasons, and I knew that he liked me, and I also had a crush on him, so it was natural for us to come together.

"You should know that the thoughts of college students are all very simple, and they don't think about what their lives will be like in the future, it's good for two people to be happy together."

She shrugged her shoulders, and I could hear that she didn't regret or be disappointed in that relationship.