Please bury me in the coffee shop

Jamaica / text

Holding a more than 200-page novel with a cup of fragrant coffee and peeping at the spring light of the beautiful woman opposite, there is nothing more personal for people who like to read if there is music walking around you. If you can put your side face at a 45-degree angle, with more than 400 pages of books in your hand, free for people to enjoy photos and post on Weibo, congratulations, your intellectual charm can kill Yang Erche Nam in seconds. A song said: if one day, I look old, please bury me in the coffee shop …...

We men always like to express what we like in ways that others don't like. I was going to try my best to praise the coffee shop in front of my house, but it was written like this inadvertently. This is to blame Xiao Lei, this Wenqing with loose shoulder hair, in a lazy afternoon when the coffee queen, do not eat human fireworks image deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, only I know she gracefully disappeared in the vast night, out of the door with the acceleration of 10m/s went straight to Ji Grandma holding a bowl of Spicy Hot Pot eating sweat. Kind-hearted people are always easily fooled by cultural people. Filled with grief and indignation, I grabbed her delicate hand that had been flipping through the "Seven Dragon Balls" all afternoon: big sister, how can Spicy Hot Pot get into your stomach forged in the Blue Mountains of Jamaica? what do you think of the ramen restaurant next door?

I don't think reading requires such a pleasant environment. There are three favorite reading environments for me, one is in bed, one is on the bus, the other is on the toilet. It is best to be in bed in winter, reading with a quilt, a universe in your arms, and a mistress in a book. It is best to be on the bus at the beginning of the city lights, the bus is wobbly, the colorful world around you and the self-space in the book reflect each other, it is extremely blurred. On the toilet, anyway, I have no square words in my eyes, and the sphincter of that place does not contract, which is very delicate.

But I still miss the library when I was at school. More than once I dreamt that I was sitting in the library reading, and now I came here with a big belly on my face, saying I'm sorry it's too late. Thank you for taking up a seat for me. Once I smiled and said, not only did I take up a place for you, but I also prepared all the books for you.

What makes me sad is that after graduation, I can no longer settle down to read in the environment that seems to be the most suitable for reading. I tried to go to the large and small bookstores in the city, tried to order a cup of coffee, sat in the music-accompanied petty bourgeoisie cafes and teahouses, 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 false halo, this halo, is showing off, is the style, is the capital.

Even so, I still hope that more people show off reading and regard it as part of their taste. It is not terrible that beauty is far away from us, as long as we try to get close to it, one day, we will come to it.

When Xiao Lei told me that the coffee shop was 500 meters in front of my house, I was shocked by its low profile, and I was more excited and delighted. I hope that more and more people will go in and go in, and it will be one step closer to the beauty we yearn for.

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