Qin Zhelang was very surprised when he received the invitation call from Yao Xiaojing. But he quickly agreed and came to the Flower Love Cafe near X University on time.
This store is close to the university town, with a quiet environment and a rich cultural atmosphere. Especially in the afternoon, sitting by the window, admiring the street view and basking in the sun is one of the best ways to kill time.
Qin Zhelang pushed open the glass wooden door with a wind chime, and there was a crisp clang, and the rich aroma of tiramisu and ground coffee beans hit his face. He took a sniff and felt his tired and tense nerves surging in the familiar atmosphere.
Found temporary peace.
"Sir, welcome!" The receptionist's eyes lit up. This young man wearing a suede coat and dark brown trousers was different from all the handsome men he had seen before. His temperament was more detached and elegant, and he carried
With her hands on her brows, her aura was majestic, and her smile was like a spring breeze that made her heart beat suddenly faster. She didn't dare to look at him calmly.
Qin Zhelang noticed the embarrassment of the receptionist and seemed to be used to this kind of unusual attention.
He smiled faintly, nodded and looked at the few customers in the store.
"Sir, are you alone or have an appointment?" The receptionist finally regained his normal state.
He reached out and touched the young girl who was contemplating by the window, and said softly: "We have an appointment."
Yao Xiaojing came earlier than him, and just had a glass of water. She sat in the booth and looked out the window at the passers-by in groups of twos and threes. Winter in Changsha is rich in color, but the climate is cold and humid, lacking the dry winter charm of old Beijing.
She misses the winter in Beijing, and the wantonness and joy of taking the children from the compound to skate on the moat.
Today, she is less than 19 years old, but she feels that her mood has become old.
"Xiao Jing..." A pleasant male voice sounded above her head, and she looked back in confusion. The familiar handsome face and the deep eyes with a hint of concern made her feel astonished for a moment.
Qin Zhelang...
Here he comes.
She calmed down slightly and stood up: "Teacher Qin...please sit down."
Qin Zhelang put his computer bag on the side of the booth, took off his suede coat, revealing a tailored white shirt, and sat down.
He was really an exceptionally good-looking man, with such a natural aura that several young waitresses couldn't help but look over here.
Yao Xiaojing stretched out her hand to call a beautiful waiter to come over and order food.
"Teacher Qin, what do you want to drink? The desserts here are very good." She recommended her favorite tiramisu and cherry cake.
"A cup of Italian latte, thank you!" He asked her with a smile: "And you, you don't come here just to drink plain water."
Yao Xiaojing raised the transparent cup in her hand, a hint of melancholy flashed between her eyebrows: "Actually, it doesn't matter what it is. To me, wine has no taste..."
Qin Zhelang raised his thick eyebrows slightly, stared at her deeply, and stopped the waiter who was about to leave.
"Please bring this lady a cup of Irish coffee. Also, add a tiramisu, thank you!"
Yao Xiaojing didn't care, she wasn't interested in anything. While she was waiting, her eyes fell on the increasing number of lovers outside the French window. The intimate scenes were like needles pricking the apex of her heart.
The suffocation of breath and the astringency in the eyes.
Qin Zhelang was silent, looking at her melancholy profile across the dark brown table in the booth, and couldn't help but follow her gaze to the scenery outside the window.
After a moment, his thoughtful eyes focused on the depth hidden under her thick black eyelashes.
She has something on her mind.
I don’t want to share my heavy thoughts with outsiders.
From the time she hurriedly asked for leave to the time she came back to attend classes, she must have experienced a heavy blow. Many times, through the seats in the lecture theater, he could see the beautiful figure in the last row by the window, which had long been stationed in his heart.
Dazed and hurt eyes.
Who hurt her?
It has always been a question he wanted to explore.
But Qin Zhelang tried his best to prohibit himself from caring about her any more, because he no longer had the right to breathe freely.
The longing that seemed to be absent in the quiet night was gnawing at his bones and grinding his heart. Every sleepless night, he stood on the window sill, staring in the direction of her, praying that the bright sun of tomorrow would drive away the sadness in her eyes.
Girls in their bloom should not be associated with darkness and obscurity.
The coffee cup landed lightly on the table, and the receptionist's soft voice politely said: "Sir, this is the latte you ordered." The cup was printed with the Flower Love logo.
In a porcelain white mug, a beautiful maple tree floats on top of a perfect combination of ESPRESSO and syrupy milk.
"Thank you, it's beautiful!" He thanked the waitress with a smile, eliciting a shy smile from her.
"Miss, here is your Irish coffee, as well as the freshly baked tiramisu." On the round plate, next to a large appetizing piece of tiramisu, is a tall wine glass.
"Please drink it while it's hot and don't stir it." The waitress reminded the beautiful female guest to pay attention to how to drink it.
Yao Xiaojing picked up the cup and placed it under the sun for a closer look. She found that the coffee was cut just three-fifths of the way into the cup, with a thick layer of fresh cream on top. The cup was warm and must have been freshly brewed.
The waiter cast an ambiguous look at the most outstanding male customer in the store and walked away with a slim waist.
Qin Zhelang smiled, raised the coffee in his hand, and waved the maple tree in the cup towards Yao Xiaojing.
"Latte, latte... I'm not in the cafe, just on the way to the cafe. This is a miracle left by the Viennese who created it." Hundreds of years ago, the Viennese Kochiski was the first to put milk
Add coffee. From then on, the air of Vienna was always filled with the smell of music and latte coffee.
Yao Xiaojing saw the pattern in his cup, which was swaying slightly with the dark brown liquid.
The homophony behind the familiar pattern made her heart suddenly feel painful. She raised her head and poured the hot Irish coffee into her mouth without hesitation.