Coffee culture spends less and less time reading novels and drinking coffee

There's nothing more personal than that. If you can put your side face at a 45-degree angle, the book in your hand exceeds 400 pages, and it is free for people to enjoy photos and send microblogs without shock, congratulations, the intellectual charm you exude can completely kill Yang Erche Namu, there is a song praising: If one day, my face is old, please bury me in the coffee library...

We men always like to express what we like in ways that others don't like. I was going to sing some praises to the coffeehouse in front of my house, but I accidentally wrote it like this. This is to blame Xiaolei, this Wenqing with a shoulder hair, in a lazy afternoon when the afternoon coffee queen, do not eat the image of fireworks deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, only I know that she disappeared gracefully in the vast night, out of the door with an acceleration of 10m/s straight to Jiapo holding a bowl of spicy hot eat sweat. Good people are always easy to be fooled by educated people. I was indignant and indignant. I grabbed her slender hand that had been turning over "Seven Dragon Ball" all afternoon: Big sister, how can spicy hot water enter your stomach forged in Jamaica Blue Mountain? How about the ramen restaurant next door?

I don't think reading requires a pleasant environment. My favorite reading environment has three, one is on the bed, one is on the bus, one is on the toilet. It is best to read in bed in winter. There is heaven and earth in your arms. There is a beautiful woman in the book. In the bus is the best city lights at the beginning, bus sway, around the flowery world and the book in the self-space each other, blurred extremely. On the toilet, anyway, I don't have square words in my eyes, so the sphincter in that place doesn't contract, and it's very delicate.

But I still miss the library when I was in school. More than once I dreamed that I used to sit in the library reading, now I hold a big belly a face embarrassed to kill rushed to, kept saying sorry for being late thank you for giving me a seat, once I smiled and said to come on the line, not only for you to occupy a seat but also for you to prepare the books, for you…

What saddens me is that after graduation, I can no longer read quietly in what seems to be the most suitable environment for reading. I tried to go to bookstores in the city, try to order a cup of coffee, sit in a cafe with music accompanied by a small bourgeois fan, but failed. This is growing up or sinking, I do not know, I only know that the people around me really read less and less, reading, has become a layer of false halo, this layer of halo, is show off, is style, is capital.

Even so, I hope more people show off reading and treat it as part of their taste. Good far away from us is not terrible, as long as we try to get close to it, one day, we will come to its side.

When Xiaolei told me that this coffee bookstore was 500 meters away from my house, I was surprised at its low-key, but more excited and delighted. I hope that more and more people go in, go in, and we are one step closer to the beauty we aspire to.