Story prose of cafe

If you compare drinks to life, you like sparkling sweet soda when you are a child. When you are young, you worship coffee because it has a strong and romantic foreign flavor; In college, however, the coffee image was closely linked with love; After graduation and entering the workplace, rich and mellow coffee has become synonymous with entertainment; When thoughts occupy the heart, sipping bitter and slightly sweet coffee by leaning against the window alone can always make my thoughts fly away with the rising aroma.

In the summer afternoon, it is really a rare enjoyment to smell the fragrant coffee and enjoy the light figure of the young boss holding coffee by the elegant French window. Seeing that she skillfully cooked a cup of mandolin, the fragrance wafted with a smile, which she had not tasted yet, but she felt slightly drunk and intoxicated.

I remember that she was surprised to ask: Why do you fall in love with Mandenin alone? Perhaps I especially like the taste of "Gentle and Uncompromising"! This casual answer, where do you care about its mellow and bitter taste from Sumatra?

In the afternoon of the Mood Pavilion, looking out from the slightly hazel French window, I felt like the sunshine that had been pricked and had succumbed to the mellow coffee; Despite the hot air spewing from the impatient speeding car, under the faint music sound and the slow air conditioning, he repeatedly thought: How can I tell her this emotional story?

however, he finally broke the silence: "whether you believe it or not, although there was no vigorous beginning, you never tasted the taste of complete ownership;" But can this painful expectation be blamed on the original sin of coffee? In any case, in addition to not being able to bear to let you get hurt again, I do find that you are really tired these days! "

In fact, he knows very well that when sipping mandolin, it gradually melts into her shadow and gentleness, and the mellow taste of coffee that has always been familiar makes people easily intoxicated; The feeling of drunkenness and sin is very similar to a song "Crime and Punishment" by a mainland singer. In the face of inner torment, it can't help but float quietly, surging into my uneasy mood and gnawing at the moral sense of guilt.

So in the dead of night, I thought to myself alone with the tepid black coffee: What is the boundary between love and friendship? Where is the domain of affection and confidante?

Obviously, I once indulged in endless passion, and even once gave up the tender feelings of whispering, leaving myself lost in the abyss of hesitation; However, the voice of reason seems to be calling repeatedly in my heart, so that I feel that there is no reason to let tears fill her youth.

Therefore, long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, and it contains more feelings of regret and selfishness. Why not cherish each other forever and have a romantic and beautiful memory? Let the unique and familiar coffee love still float in my heart. In this summer afternoon's mood pavilion, when I look back again, I can still fill my mood with Mantening's gentle and uncompromising poetry and painting, and thus I have no regrets …