Memory of coffee aroma in time and space

The warm sunshine shone through the brilliant French windows, and Zhuang Yaran packed up the newspapers and magazines on the table and got ready for work. The huge bookstore is illuminated by selfless light, and the neat bookcase seems to be more and more moving because of its infinite wisdom. The aroma of coffee is floating in the air, with a touch of bitterness and charming sweetness. The red and tender roses stretch freely, which pleases people's critical eyes and impetuous mood to the maximum extent. With a cup of coffee, a piece of toast and an apple, Zhuang Yaran enjoys the tranquility of no one around him, comfortable but not lonely. At the moment, she is looking around the space she has personally taken care of, which is full of ideal appearance. She has a satisfied smile on her lips, just like a beautiful arc projected on a bright canvas.

After graduation, Yaran gave up going to work in his father's company and decided to follow his heart and walk out of his own sky. After several years of hard work and exploration, I finally opened my own shop. On the one hand, I have satisfied my hobbies and love books, on the other hand, I have my own foothold. Now my father sees that she is developing smoothly, so he turns a blind eye and secretly escorts his daughter.

"Good morning, Sister Yaran!" Jane ran into the bookstore with an exaggerated backpack, and her big smiling face wanted to give Yaran a hug, specifically a bear hug. Yaran couldn't help laughing, unable to resist this fiery enthusiasm. "This dead child who hasn't grown up," said Jalam, helping her to arrange her fluffy hair. She really likes this sister.

Jane is Yaran's cousin. She hasn't found a decent job since she graduated from college. Yaran asked her to run the bookstore business together, which was a big problem for her uncle. The addition of Zhen Xin has promoted the atmosphere of the bookstore. The combination of literature and art and youth has attracted many young people to enjoy a leisurely afternoon here, and business is becoming more and more interesting every day.

"Sister Yaran, phone, brother Hangyuan", Jane winked at her, handed over the phone, smiled vaguely, shook her head and answered the phone. "Xingyuan, what can I do for you?" "Goofy, I have something to ask. The company has just received a job and is short of manpower. I'm in the wild. Can you please come out to save the emergency? " Su Xing far semi-formally asked, "can't delay the talent of big miss. Xianggeli Jiayuan Community has a duplex three-story, and the owner requires a simple and tasteful design, hehe. " Su Hangyuan is an old classmate of Yaran. After graduating from high school, both of them went to America to study interior design. After graduation, I started my own business and opened my own interior design company. I'm a little successful and busy now. Anyone with a discerning eye can see his heart for Yaran, but Yaran is always at arm's length, keeping his distance from ordinary friends. Now that you have spoken, Yaran is really embarrassed to refuse. "When will you come back, I'll go and have a look first, but we agreed to be only responsible for the preliminary plan and follow up later." "Thank you, Miss Zhuang. I will send the relevant information later. Save the goddess, I need a few more days. Don't be too tired. Thank you. See you later! "

Yaran hung up the phone and thought. It's not that she doesn't know what Su Hangyuan thinks of herself, but that she lacks something, so she refuses to accept him. They are absolute good partners in study, but in love, one is a volcano and the other is an iceberg, which makes others puzzled. When can I see the perfect man and woman blossom and bear fruit?

Because in the same city, parents are familiar with it. I hope that the two can make a positive result and the old people can relax. However, Yaran's tepid attitude makes it difficult for parents to say much, which makes Yaran want to escape more. Both parents choose to watch the fire from the other side and wait and see.

At this point, Yaran looked at the street lamp on the corner in a daze. "ZhuangYaRan, what are you waiting for? Is it a youth that can't go back? Or the one who stayed in youth? "

two

The next day, there was a little coolness in the air, but it was comfortable to blow on people. Early in the morning, Yaran received Su Hangyuan's request to see the house, help others see the end, and set off.

Yaran worked in a design company for several years after graduation, and his achievements are obvious to all. It was her childhood dream to own a bookstore of her own, keep company with books and enjoy life slowly. So in the fifth year of work, I took out all my savings and opened my first bookstore. Since then, my dream has come true. The family doesn't understand that she gave up her good job and joined the family business, but she is so happy in her dream world and her career is progressing. Although I am afraid of her hard work, I am also happy for her.

Half an hour's drive, Yaran came to Xianggeli Jiayuan Community to provide interior design solutions for customers of Suzhou and Hangzhou Garden. In duplex A3, Yaran saw someone waiting for her at the door, so she waved politely to each other. The person who greeted her was a polite and kind uncle.

This uncle, surnamed Zhang, is the driver of the owner. He used to be the assistant of the owner's father, but now he has been following the young master. Ya ran listened to Zhang Shu's introduction and nodded his head. Duplex three floors, large space, comfortable space pattern, exudes a warm family atmosphere. This kind of feeling makes ya Ran zheng. "Young Master has changed three groups of designers, and I hope Miss Zhuang can show her talents this time." Uncle Zhang said encouragingly, "Of course, of course." Elegant replied with a smile.

After a walk upstairs and downstairs, Yaran has a general direction in her mind. What's more, the space here is exactly what she wants. Now she just needs to restore the pictures in her mind to reality. Yaran thanked Zhang Shu and said, "I will send the design to your home in a week." Please give it to your husband. See you next week. Please stay, Uncle Zhang. " Yaran gave Zhang Shu a big smile. Yaran is very sure of this design. She likes to accept challenges. Walking in the quiet of on the boulevard, layers of exquisite small buildings are gracefully printed in your eyes, and the sun shines on people's body and mind, which is very comfortable.

Unexpectedly, a black Land Rover passed by, shocking and never looking back for a long time. The far-away car body looks dazzling and domineering in the sun, emitting an inaccessible atmosphere. Jalam started the engine. I can't let the scare just now ruin the good mood of the day. Go home.

At this time, Zhuang Yaran didn't know that everything had begun. What should come will come eventually, whether it is a coincidence meeting or a casual reunion.

three

In the top office of Yueyang Hotel, Mu Yifeng is looking at the materials on his hand with rapt attention. Last night's dinner was still a little hangover and a slight headache. "Jose manager, a visit from Miss Zhuang, Zhang Shu invited her to come over. What do you think? " The secretary's well-trained voice came into the office. Mu Yifeng looked at his watch. It's time to have a rest. "Invite her in." The voice is cold, but I can hear the education, with a little fatigue and neatness.

The secretary motioned for Ya to run into the room with a professional smile. She put down the magazine she was reading and went straight to the closed door.

With the sound of "come in", Yaran opened the door and the office chair was facing her. There is a big window in the room that can see the blue sky. The sunshine infinitely enriches the color of the room, which is simple and elegant, showing the owner's taste.

"Jose always, hello! I am Zhuang Yaran from Yuan Hang Design Office. " She was about to introduce herself when the chair quickly turned to her and her eyes met, time to go back. Everything was turned over like a dream. I remember being dragged back to the once youthful green field, back to the noisy study room, frozen on the back of a teenager in the afterglow of the sunset.

"Long time no see, I'm Mu Yifeng." His voice fluctuated a little, but it soon calmed down. Yaran looked at the mature man in front of her, but he was no stranger, because he often appeared in her dreams. "Yes, long time no see," said Zhuang Yaran awkwardly, trying to hide his inner panic. Life always plays jokes on people inadvertently, which makes people unable to fight.

This is the interior design scheme, which was sent by Uncle Zhang at my request. Elegant but smiled slightly, some unnatural. Mu Yifeng put everything in his eyes and took the design to watch. Elegant hands holding slightly, palms already wet, strange atmosphere, let the secretary who came in to deliver tea feel uncomfortable.

"Why did you leave without saying a word?" Mu Yifeng looked up at Zhuang Yaran, and didn't mean to let her avoid it. He showed aggressive momentum, and his pouting mouth betrayed his ups and downs.

"I", Yaran was even more unnatural by this cold question, "because you didn't show up." Zhuang Yaran covered up the overflowing tears and replied forcefully: "What didn't appear? You left without saying a word, without even giving me a chance to say goodbye. Why? Ten years later, maybe I will never see you again. " Mu Yifeng stood up and walked to the window, and his ups and downs revealed anger. The tall buildings in the city have a panoramic view, and the scorching sun shines on the earth. Do you know that the joys and sorrows in the world are staged every day? Is it true?

"I gave you a chance," said Zhuang Yaran, listening to Mu Yifeng's cold voice. The awkward atmosphere seems to be out of tune with the sunny weather. "I'll put the design here, you go first," Yaran said, getting up and going out, trying to close the disturbing atmosphere behind him. "It's not over yet." Mu Yifeng's voice came from behind, and tears were the best comfort for Zhuang Yaran at this time.

Mu Yifeng fell heavily in the armchair. With his anger, the whole office was bright and beautiful.

four

Yaran drove very fast until he sat down in his shop with red eyes and locked himself in the lounge. I am anxious and don't know what to do. For a long time, tears seem to be isolated from elegance, which is always inspiring, sunny and independent in front of people. Jane's heart had to dial Su Xingyuan's phone. "Brother, I am Jane's heart. Sister Yaran shut herself in the lounge when she came back from the outside, but she couldn't open the door. She just said nothing, and I was a little worried. She never did. " Jane always looks for Su Hangyuan to solve problems, because in her heart, he is the one who can make Yaran's sister laugh. "Elder sister, the shipping elder brother called," Zhenxin knocked on the door carefully. "Tell me I'm not here." Zhenxin was afraid to ask, "Hangyuan elder brother, I didn't answer the phone, and I went back to the store in the afternoon. I don't know what happened. Ok, I'll hang up first. "

A few minutes later, Yaran's cell phone rang, and the caller ID was Su Hangyuan. "What is it?" Yaran was confused and asked coldly, "I miss you." Su Xingyuan is not annoyed. He whispered through the phone, and tears welled up. "Su Xingyuan, I'm tired. I can't help you this time." Then he sobbed in frustration. When I was a student, her elegant and strong personality made her always swallow things to her heart, never telling others, and she was used to being alone. Only Su Hangyuan knows that behind her efforts to be strong, there are also fragility and fear. She didn't say, but he understood.

"I will come back tomorrow, wait for me, and feel at ease." Su Hangyuan heard Zhuang Yaran trying to hide his crying and tried to comfort her calmly.

"Ten years later, I reunited with the people in my heart. How can I tell you, Su Xingyuan? "

five

"Jane heart, elegant but better? I'll fly back early tomorrow morning. You take care of her and go to bed early. Don't worry. " Su Hangyuan's phone call comforted Jane's anxiety and anxiety. Yaran was lying in bed. As soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered the scene where we met today. "Ten years have made us cold, Mu Yifeng, what did I do wrong?" Unable to sleep over and over again, Yaran got up and wrote this sentence in the first line of his diary. "Time reminds me of his smile, but it has erased my familiarity."

Su Hangyuan got off the plane and went straight to Yaran's shop. Everything is as usual. The guests in the shop quietly choose their own love books, the atmosphere is quiet, the music swings into people's ears lightly, and the books are deeply rooted in people's hearts without scruple. Su Hang saw the figure of Jalam from a distance, and he felt very nervous. He picked up his mobile phone and got through to the familiar number. "Come back, see you are busy, and see you in your shop at night." Yaran looked around and saw travel-stained Su Hangyuan, smiled slightly. "Very good."

Su Xing arrived as promised, with a big bag of chocolates. At this time, the shop is the most beautiful time of the day. Sparse customers quietly enjoy the rare leisure time, wandering in the clean sea of books and walking through the attractive coffee aroma.

Zhenxin went to the class reunion, and Yaran was alone in the shop, sometimes answering guests' inquiries, being polite and kind. At this time, the bookstore has become a harbor of the city, providing a corner for people who are eager to rush to the future. A few strands of hair hung on my forehead, and the light gently hit me. Su Xingyuan sees it this way. Just like the moment I first met Zhuang Yaran, there was recognition in addition to my heart, although they were only 16 years old that year.

Almost all the guests have left. Su Xingyuan and Zhuang Yaran are sitting in a quiet room, looking at the street lamp, and they pass a bag of open chocolates. Sweetness is reassuring. "HangYuan, I really can't help you this time. Let others take over. " Yaran said slowly, pushing the design to Su Xingyuan, avoiding his eyes and throwing it into the middle of the night.

"Well, I know you have your reasons, as long as you are happy, I don't want you to be too tired. I will continue to do it. " Hangyuan said calmly that the huge space contained their worries and let them melt in the flowing time.

six

"ZhuangYaRan, you have the courage not to do my design. Ok, today, I will let Su Xingyuan lose his job. " Mu Yifeng came from the other end of the phone with a growling voice. "Tonight, in Yueyang Hotel Western Restaurant, Su Xingyuan is going to lose his job, depending on whether you come or not." The phone was rudely hung up, and I lost my mind sitting in my chair. Life turned out to be a joke

In this way, the day passed in a daze. Yaran took the latest design drawings, only said "go out to do business" with Jane and left the bookstore for an appointment that had to be made.

The western restaurant is simple and lively, crowded, beautifully dressed and greets each other. Zhuang Yaran dressed up untimely, walked through the crowd, found a seat and sat down, uneasy about Mu Yifeng's intention to find himself.

Familiar music sounded in the middle of the hall, and people quieted down. Wonderful Tonight is Zhuang Yaran's favorite. The man on the stage reminds Zhuang Yaran of the teenager of 18. Although he can never go back, his touching guitar will never be erased.

The people on the stage played guitars and sang the same melody. Compared with the songs of that year, he can better interpret the deep feelings in the songs at this moment. The crowd was intoxicated and cheered. The man on the stage looked up with a slightly drunk expression and said, "This song is for my fiancee Huaman. Thank her for coming all the way and never giving up. I love you! " The lights of the audience dimmed, and the beam hit a well-dressed and beautiful figure. A white skirt stung Zhuang Yaran who stayed in the corner. "Wang Huaman, how are you?" Zhuang Yaran stood there, and the romantic scene pierced Zhuang Yaran's ten-year waiting. This time, she finally realized that her heart could be so painful.

Zhuang Yaran got up and ran to the door of the restaurant. At this moment, splendor made her sorrow have nowhere to hide. It turned out that his purpose was to give her the most sudden blow, and there was no strength to fight back. "Mu Yifeng, what are you doing?" In the crowd, Yaran ran into Zhang Shu, took the design in his hand and fled the carefully arranged performance. Although I didn't have my own play, I cried the worst. Dreams will wake up sooner or later.

Zhuang Yaran's face is full of tears, and the road is retreating rapidly. Only the brilliance of the moon can soothe depressed people. At the moment, Zhuang Yaran didn't know that Su Xingyuan, who was preoccupied, was sitting in the car behind her, accompanying her on a sad road.

Su Xingyuan, who came to the bookstore after work, happened to see Yaran who hurried out at the door. Seeing that she looked wrong, she followed all the way and saw the scene just now. Although it was far away, everything was clear.

P.S. A 18-year-old girl quietly left a beautiful farewell letter at the door of the same 18-year-old boy before going to study in the United States, but it was taken away and hidden by another 18-year-old girl. Two girls, one is Zhuang Yaran and the other is Wang Huaman.

The sealed letter said, "If you want me, I'll wait for you on campus at 3 o'clock this afternoon. I'll be there."

P.S. A 18-year-old boy brought it to America with a confession letter that another 18-year-old boy put in front of a 18-year-old girl's house, but he didn't give it to 18-year-old girl. One is Mu Yifeng and the other is Su Hangyuan.

The sealed letter said, "I want to send you a song, use my favorite guitar, and I will wait for you on campus at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

Jose other dragged slightly drunk body came to the empty bridal chamber, Zhang Shu handed him a document, the first page impressively write:

"As long as you are happy, you will hurt me."

Mu Yifeng turned and rushed into the black Land Rover to turn up the stereo to the maximum, for fear that the moon would hear his most helpless cry.

Fault and miss, in different order, give people different weights, one regret and one regret. But we are still grateful for such experiences, because they are about youth.

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