I run a small coffee shop in a corner of town. Outside the door stood a wooden sign that said "meet", so people began to call it "meet coffee"
At first, I gave this store many beautiful names, perhaps because of fate, so I met him, and now I "met" him.
At that time, before the coffee shop opened, I was racking my brains to decorate the shop. At this time, an airplane man pushed the door and came in, looking 30 years old, calm and elegant.
Because the coffee shop hasn't opened yet and the store is in a mess, the expulsion order was issued. He borrowed my computer because he was in a hurry to send emails. It only takes a few minutes for a document to be turned on and sent, but he stayed in my shop all afternoon.
He saw half the wood lying on the ground, so he borrowed a knife from me, engraved it with "meet", polished it and gave it to me. I thanked him again and again and bought him a cup of coffee.
In this way, we didn't leave contact information for each other. If it is love at first sight, there is no such thing. If you must say that you like it, it's just the word "meet".
When I was busy decorating the shop, I almost forgot that there was such a person, but I was very happy when I looked at the "met" wooden sign every day.
On the day when the coffee shop opened, I only invited two friends. Because this city is not my hometown, and there is no home. The only friend I met in a short time felt very congenial.
There was a big discount that day, and guests came one after another. Busy and dizzy, but happy all day like a fool. I am really happy and love this strange city a little more.
After a busy day, the guests have dispersed. Just before closing time, he came with a flower basket. He said he came to thank me for giving him the best chance of his life.
This man is really strange. I just borrowed his computer for a few minutes. As for the grateful one? He said, if you are free, you can sit down and talk to him for a while.
At that time, I was tired for a day and especially wanted to refuse to chat with him, but people all took flower baskets to congratulate me. Is there any reason not to talk?
He is a little-known writer who lives by writing. His manuscript was to be sent to a publishing house that day. He voted for many houses and was rejected many times. This time, someone finally appreciated his work.
I have always admired literati, and I will unconsciously look up to those who can make a living by writing. At the same time, I was happy for him and said "Congratulations". I am also happy in my heart. This is the first time I have met a living writer.
As the days passed, I spent all my thoughts in the cafe every day. When there are no guests, I will clean, wash cups, study coffee and learn to make all kinds of cupcakes; Tired, make yourself a cup of coffee, cut cheese, take a book and sit by the window reading.
This kind of life makes me forget that I am a sad woman. Because of the breakup of a relationship, I escaped from my friends and relatives who have known me for more than 20 years and came here to start a new life.
Actually, it's only been more than a year, but I think it's the first half of my life.
I used to be a reckless girl. I met a man in college who I thought was my life. We study together, go to the canteen, drink together and walk hand in hand through the playground.
We also quarreled over some trivial matters, and every quarrel eventually turned into a debate between two people. In the end, whoever makes sense wins. After some arguments, the anger disappears.
I can't figure out how such a wise couple of us finally disappeared.
Like many people, we got engaged a year after graduation. At the engagement party, the two families were happy and talked happily, and they began to get busy getting married.
He disappeared after being engaged for more than half a year. I was still on the phone yesterday, chatting on WeChat. Without arguing or warning, he disappeared.
His family can't find him, and his friends don't know his whereabouts. His QQ, WeChat, Weibo and other chat tools have all stopped, and there is no news.
He is a man who pursues freedom. Maybe he was caught off guard by the upcoming marriage, and he just wanted to escape. I've thought about many possibilities. He had a new love, he was depressed, he was trafficked into pyramid schemes, and he died. ...
But either way, my heart is dying. Emotionally, I am a very simple person. Whether I love it or not, I will never stay as long as the other party has the heart to leave. So, I made the final break for this relationship.
After taking off the ring on the middle finger of my left hand, I felt inexplicably relaxed. Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, I was abandoned, so I chose to leave my hometown.
At that time, it was a bit of gossip and was regarded as the object of sympathy by relatives and neighbors. However, I am not as sad as they think.
When I think about these things again, my heart is calm. I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao outside the window. Looking at the flower umbrella walking on the road, I suddenly feel that life is really beautiful.
Looking at customers in coffee shops every day, who doesn't have a few unforgettable stories?
That day, Mr. Writer came to my shop again. This time, he came to give me a book. His book was published, and the title page said, "See you in the coffee shop this afternoon." In order to thank him, I invited him to drink my newly invented coffee called "Meeting".
Mr. Writer's books are loved by readers. I learned from the internet that he flies to book signing meetings everywhere every day. He hasn't been to the store for a long time. Perhaps, the writer has no reason to visit my shop again.
In order to thank my VIP customers, I put dozens of new books of Mr. Writer in the store for them, which is also a publicity for Mr. Writer. At the same time, you can please customers and kill two birds with one stone. Why not?
Goodbye, Mr. Writer, it's three months later. He seems to be a little haggard than before, and it seems that the promotion of the new book has made him very tired. He saw his books on the shelf, so he signed his name on all the books.
There is a tacit understanding between me and the writer. We never ask for each other's contact information, but he will come to the store to chat with me when he has time. When I was busy, he sat in the corner by the window and wrote a new book.
When he published his second book, he knelt outside the coffee shop under the wooden sign he "met" and proposed to me, holding a new version of the book in his hand. The title page of the new book reads: "Meeting you is the most beautiful love letter I have ever written. Will you marry me? "
I was wearing a cobalt blue apron, took out a pen from my pocket and wrote "ok" on the title page of the book. In this way, we are together.
After getting married, I asked him why he proposed like this. There are no flowers, candles and fireworks. He said: I finished his second book. I am the soul of the book. When he was writing a book, he secretly swore that he would propose to me on the day when the book was published.
After we got married, our life was very lax. When my writer needs to travel, I will prepare clothes and daily necessities for him in advance. When he comes back from a business trip, he will drag his suitcase to the coffee shop to meet me at the first time, and then give me a big hug.
Many years have passed, and our living conditions have not changed, except a little surprise. Our little daughter is running around the coffee shop happily.
My writer still likes to sit in the corner by the window and write. He said it was full of inspiration, so I set it as his throne and only allowed our little daughter to sit there and doodle.
This afternoon, a gloomy day, looks like the day we met. I am cleaning my coffee cup, my little daughter is playing in the corridor, and he is writing something.
In order not to let my little daughter disturb him, I gave her a newly invented cake. We sat not far away and watched him bury himself in writing. It's really beautiful, just as beautiful as when I first saw it.
I'm glad to meet him in the coffee shop this afternoon!