However, the vicissitudes of life after parting and death are desolate, what I can't forget the most is the first meeting of two people in a coffee shop.
In the midst of war, life is at stake, but some people still have to seek some comfort from coffee in this panic.
The sun slanted through the dusty glass windows, and Quanmei wore no makeup on her face. The table is a slightly brownish wood, and I don't know how many kinds of coffee I have tasted, how many hands I have touched, and how many heartbeats I have felt.
Quanmei, who drank coffee for the first time, frowned slightly. This is not the taste she imagined from those romantic western novels. The taste should be strong, with warmth and texture. Only bitter, astringent and slightly sour. Just like those loves that are immersed in books, we read across the yellowed paper, and what we read is evocative, and what we read is the love between the two. In addition to reading, beauty is great, but if you really want to experience it, you will find that this love will also make you cry, make you feel distressed, and hurt you to the core.
Quanmei, who was drinking coffee for the first time, didn't know that she could add a little sugar if it was bitter. She pretended to ask the waiter why the coffee was bitter.
In a hurry, the waiter only threw out a sentence, if it is bitter, put some sugar.
However, Quanmei, who was drinking coffee for the first time, glanced at the sugar bowl on the table, but she didn't know how to operate it.
She searched in confusion, and a man who had just set the stage was opening the sugar jar. Quanmei watched and imitated, how to remove the lid, take out the sugar, how to add the sugar to the coffee, what to stir, and how to put the coffee spoon in the mouth. . .
Maybe Quanmei stared at it for too long, like a focused light, with temperature, it burned a certain nerve of the man. He turned around abruptly and saw Quanmei, who was looking at him, holding a coffee spoon in his mouth, staring blankly at him. After a doubtful look, there is a deep curiosity and warmth left.
The coffee is no longer bitter, and love begins.
The afternoon sun is not too warm, and the smell of coffee can be found. The smell of coffee permeates the air. No matter how fickle times are, people still need love.
Or the more chaotic and precarious, the more people yearn for love, the warmth of another heart, and the desire for another soul to shelter each other.
Just like at the end, Quanmei survived all the darkness with a promise that could never be fulfilled. She may know that her life is the continuation of another life, so she will live harder and smile. Occasionally go for a cup of coffee, and think about the ignorance of the first encounter. If I had known that fate was in such a hurry, would I regret not laughing more at the beginning?
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