[The Story of Coffee Bistro] A drunk.

My coffee pub is located on the bank of a small county in the southwest corner of Hunan. The original intention was to develop the wedding planning business. Yes, I am a wedding planner, but gradually I am more and more fascinated by coffee.

? In order to adapt to the local market, I have no unique rules except playing cards and gambling in cafes during the day and pubs at night.

? There is a wooden box said to be decades old in front of the cafe. It was originally found by my family, Yang Xiansen, from the old house. I made a pot of green radish with it. Green plants and some broken wooden cases have a heavy sense of history, and the slightly opened lid adds a bit of mystery to this ancient wooden case.

? It is said that the cafe is the place with the most stories, and my coffee pub is no exception. People come and go, some quietly order something to drink and eat, some just fight king pesticides for air conditioning and WiFi, some cry when chatting with friends, some quietly smoke, drink wine and stay up late.

? This shop is owned by my family, Yang Xiansen. I am a chatterbox, but my family Yang Xiansen is always silent. Some guests come more often and always talk to me. In this way, I can always hear all kinds of stories and see different lives.

? There was a time when a thin and well-dressed man would come to my cafe later. He only orders pure wine at a time, drinks one after another, and doesn't talk. The sad love song in his mobile phone was turned to the loudest, which drowned out all the light music in my shop. Drink almost, a mushroom cold came to him. Mushroom Liang doesn't seem to be particularly willing to see him, and men will ask why they are doing this to him again and again. Mushroom Liang told me that he was her boyfriend's best friend. Recently, he is very upset. I just sighed and didn't ask more questions. Opening a shop is the most taboo curiosity. Guests can say whatever they want. Asking too much will only add trouble to others! Although I am fluent in speech, I still have some self-control.

When a man drinks too much, he always wants us to give him sugar for a while, and then he doesn't, which makes my family Yang Xiansen and I help each other. After the mushroom was cold, he wanted to drink it, but the mushroom was not cold, which embarrassed us again. Fortunately, there were no guests in the shop when he came, otherwise I really don't know how to end it.

? Maybe we can let him do it all the time, or maybe he is on the verge of an explosion. The store was full of guests that day. There is a table, and many people are drinking and chatting. The table is also full of young people, which may be doomed to a restless night.

? This time, the man came into the store with a mushroom salad. At that time, there was an empty table in the store, just beside the table. The man still ordered hard liquor and drank it one after another. Mushroom Cool sat opposite the man and casually played with his mobile phone.

Yang Xiansen and I were busy and didn't pay attention to their interaction, but I instinctively felt the atmosphere was a little awkward.

? Night, slowly deep, guests come and go. Slowly, all the other tables were empty, leaving only the man's table, the young man's table, and a mushroom cool who often came to the store late at night.

? I went to the man's desk and cleaned up the empty plates and rubbish on the desk. The man suddenly said, boss, don't blame me for hitting something in the future. I'll pay the price. I don't care. I thought it was because he was worried that he had missed something and damaged it, so he reminded me in advance, so he smiled and said it didn't matter.

? Unexpectedly, what would happen next, I turned and walked into the bar, only to hear a bang. The cup used to hold foreign wine was thrown to the ground by him, and then with a bang, the tableware on the table was swept to the ground by him and smashed to pieces. The wine in the cup was also scattered on the sofa and even splashed on a teenager at the next table.

? Before I could react, a young man at the next table came in at the door, thinking that the man was going to make trouble, and directly raised the bench and threw it at the man.

? Fortunately, the companions around stopped them, and the teenagers were annoyed and asked the man what he meant. What the man said was as meaningless as provocation.

? Fortunately, under my mediation, the war was temporarily suppressed and the shop was temporarily calm.

? I picked up the crumbs on the floor and walked to the man's desk. I was about to speak, but the man said unreasonably, I will compensate you at the price, and don't say anything. I left sighing.

? Yang Xiansen is still busy as if nothing has happened. I feel a little wronged and can't help but wipe my tears. Yang Xiansen came to me, hugged me and said softly, Don't worry, it will be fine, and everything will be solved. Yang Xiansen's voice is very soft, and my heart can't help letting go.

? But as soon as I stopped crying, there was another sound of a glass falling to the ground, and even the table was kicked down by one person, which angered the guy at the next table again.

? Young people are young and strong, and often come to my shop to blow air conditioners and play the king. After a while, they got to know my husband and wife. At first, they thought it was our store, so they just stopped doing it. They want to argue with that man. At this time, the man provoked the young people like crazy, while Mushroom Cool was still playing with his mobile phone as if nothing had happened. It seems that all this has nothing to do with her.

? After several curses, the young man couldn't bear it any longer. One of them directly grabbed the man's shoulder and walked out with it.

? Outside the shop, a group of people surrounded the man, who was still shouting and cursing as if to be beaten by teenagers. Mushroom Liang finally put down his mobile phone and came to the crowd to persuade each other.

? In the end, the man promised to compensate all the losses of the store and bear all the expenses of the young people in the store, and the farce ended.

? Young people are still very generous. After the man left, they should still eat and drink, and there is no excessive consumption to retaliate against the man.

? As soon as the store opened the next day, Mushroom Liang led the man to the store to pay for it. The man looked embarrassed. Mushroom Liang pulled me aside and said, "Thank you for ignoring this and enlightening him. He is in a much better mood now. "

? I understand the first half of the sentence, but I am a little confused about the second half. I asked her doubtfully, "What enlighten him?" "After these visits, didn't you send me a message telling me that you just need to write down your troubles and put them in the old wooden box in front of your house, and you can get the desired reply at eight o'clock the next morning? I didn't believe it at first either. He really got into too much trouble yesterday. I thought about giving it a try. I really received a reply this morning. After reading the reply, he also wanted to open a lot. Don't you remember? "

? I was shocked. I have never sent such a message in my memory. What happened? Reply from the old wooden box at the door? This is amazing. "Well, I have a bad memory and it's easy to forget things." I said perfunctory. Because I always forget things at ordinary times and know how many times mushrooms have come, I don't doubt him for such an answer.

? Yang Xiansen over there also settled accounts with the man and collected the money. Mushroom got up to say goodbye to us, and the man hurried out of the door of the cafe.

? I watched them leave in a trance. Yang Xiansen came over, patted me on the shoulder and said softly, "I said everything will be solved, believe me!" " Say that finish, corners of the mouth with a mysterious smile, smile which passes, still staring at the door but didn't notice.

? We are still busy, the green radish at the door is blooming more vigorously, the branches have covered the old wooden box, and the mottled traces left on the wooden box by those years are faintly visible. The slightly opened wooden door vaguely saw a trace of white, which seemed to be the soliloquy of another person in trouble. . . . . .

The coffee bistro is true, and the story is true. And the story of the coffee bistro has just begun. . . . . .