I looked at Mi Cai and tried to calm down all kinds of emotions in my heart, waiting for her to give me an answer. She picked up the cup "west of the old city", and took a small sip again, then nodded to me, and said, "I have an agreement with him..."

"Now this agreement cannot be counted. You are still my Zhaoyang woman, so no one else can think of it!"

She imitated me just now, stirred the coffee, and drank the remaining half of the cup of coffee in one sip. She seemed to be proving that the husband and wife were following us with her actions. Finally, she asked me again: "Where are you, who are you with these days?"

"I lived alone, but I wanted to go on blind dates, so I didn't succeed."

"Why do you need a blind date?"

"Because I love so selfishly, I don't want to watch you get married before me."

"You have always been like this, so at the wedding between Yan Yan and Fang Yuan, you told Jian Wei that I am your girlfriend...!"

"Yes, after you left that day, Xiang Chen and Jian Wei courted him. She agreed, and you really became my girlfriend. Sometimes being selfish may not be a bad thing."

"Did you ever think that it was because you said out of nothing that I was your girlfriend that Jian Wei agreed to Xiang Chen's courtship?"

I looked at her and asked for a while, "Is there any basis for your words?"

"No, I just feel like some coincidence."

"So that must be just a coincidence. What I care about is that we are now and in the future, I will definitely give you happiness and swear to this coffee shop west of the old city!"

"You don't need to swear to me. It's my lack of firmness that has hurt you. It's me who should make you live a happier life..."

Love is the thing that is the least concerned in the world. Mi Cai's simple words made me forget all the unhappiness that had happened before, and began to imagine the future under the flashing light of the kerosene lamp. I no longer feel that there is anything else to separate us.

During a brief silence, the boss brought us two more cups of boiled water and said, "This coffee is too strong, drink some water and have a better sleep at night."

I said "thank you" and asked him again: "Boss, how long has your coffee shop been open? I have never heard of it before."

"It's been almost four years, and the business has been bad, and not many people know about it."

I hesitated for a moment and asked, "I'll ask, do you make a living by relying on this coffee shop?"

The boss nodded and I looked at him again. The denim jacket was washed white and the T-shirt inside was already very loose. I wanted to live a very difficult life. I wanted to help him if I could meet this rainy night in this form, but I don’t know if he opposed such commercial operations. But I really felt a sense of desolation in his eyes. Such people are numb to money. What he pursues may be this way of life, so I couldn’t ask, for fear that I would tarnish his current lifestyle!

But he didn't expect Mi Cai to ask, "Your coffee shop is almost out of business, right?"

The boss looked at Mi Cai and said for a long time: "Yes."

Mi Cai said again: "Can you talk to us about your story with this coffee shop? My boyfriend and I think you must be a man with a story!"

I nodded and looked at him very much. I wanted to know the story of "west of the old city". And I think such a coffee shop is the most important type on the road of literature and art. Unfortunately, it is not mine... but this does not affect my liking for this coffee shop at all.

The boss had not spoken yet, but his eyes were already wet. It seemed that as long as he remembered it, he had already stimulated his tear glands.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, then extinguished the kerosene lamp at the bar, sat down opposite Micai and I, and the small coffee shop was filled with the smell of the kerosene lamp when it went out. Fortunately, the wind outside the window was very strong, and the smell was soon blown away.

The boss took a deep breath of cigarette and vomited it heavily, and said, "I am an unsuccessful painter. I came to Suzhou five years ago and met a Changsha girl who works as a shopping guide in a shopping mall. After a while, we fell in love. This is where we once lived... I don't have any source of income, so she has always supported my painting dream. She worked hard to make money and helped me contact the painting merchants, but no painting merchants... No painting merchant is willing to take the risk of asking for my paintings because I'm too

I was obscured... so she could only work harder to make money... but the money earned by working is meager after all, but the dream of painting is so heavy... So she took out all the savings from these years and opened this simplest coffee shop. I could draw in it and earn some money to subsidize our lives, but the business has never been better, because I can only make coffee, and we can't sell some other things in our store, so the guests who have visited gradually became unwilling to come..."

He stopped, took another breath of cigarette, and tears that had been rolling in his eyes fell, and he said with a sob: "For many evenings, we were sitting under the eaves of this coffee shop, looking at the old city not far to the west. She said: If we could buy an old house there, it would be satisfying, at least our home... But, I can't do anything except painting, so she can only work harder, in... It's really hard to survive in this city!... Every night, she would carry the wholesale flowers to the entrance of the cinema to sell them to the couples who watched the movie... One day, just like today

It was raining like this, and she walked back with unsold flowers. I asked her to take the bus, but she couldn't bear to spend the few dollars... I was really worried, so I rode my bicycle to pick her up... to pick her up... At an intersection in the old city, the blood flowing from her body mixed with petals spread all over the floor... She was no longer breathing!... The driver of the accident escaped, and her soul was buried in the old city so lonely... There was no such goodness in this world... It was my downfall and desolation that indirectly killed her!"

His emotions were out of control, and tears kept dripping from the fingers of his eyes... At this moment, I saw a real heart-wrenching feeling! His soul might have already gone with the girl from Changsha. It turned out that there was such a painful story behind this "west of the old city" coffee shop. He was right, there was no such goodness in this world anymore...

My cigarette was already wet with rain, so I took out a lit one from his cigarette box, and couldn't help but burst into tears. Mi Cai had already covered her face and cried. No one wanted to hear such a story because the content inside was so painful.

I wiped the wet corners of my eyes with my fingers and asked him, "Which mall did your girlfriend work at that time? Is it Zhuomei or Poly?"
Chapter completed!