Chongqing baristas train the management of independent cafes in Chongqing

Very light and beautiful melody, a cup of coffee, a bosom friend, a poetic memory like a dream.

The breeze light enchanting the beauty of the night, without the moonlight, neon lights seem to accompany the night together. In the smoke of the dark night, any time passed gently between my fingers, as soft as the warm light in this cafe room.

I am a person who likes to be quiet, sometimes it is so quiet that people can not feel my existence. Similarly, I also like the night, like to walk in the silent and slightly desolate streets of the night, feel the feeling of falling left to the night after the prosperity of the day, and like the indifference of chewing the night in the strong aroma of coffee.

I have always thought that people without friends are sad, so in those years of acquaintance, I was glad to have such a beauty around me. Pei is a cheerful girl, lively and lovely, occasionally sad, is the kind of little woman with petty bourgeoisie sentiment. I think she should be loved by many people in the palm of their hands. From graduation to the present, although we can only gather each other's time to get together, it should be very warm for us who have stepped into the society. There is always a quiet place in life that has not been polluted by this fish-and-meat society. Maybe Pei and I have some similarities in character, so we have so much heartless happiness together. We all like that kind of light words, like sad songs, like a quiet and warm corner. Because we know each other, so cherish each other!

Pei took me to that coffee shop for the first time. Maybe she guessed that I would like it. Simple and warm layout, faint warm color light, there are many magazines and books and messages to write the mood of the place, it is not romantic at all. Quiet, my favorite style. Recently, there are always too many trivialities in life, so that we can not be free and easy.

Sitting in that coffee shop, our mood went up and down talking and laughing at each other, flipping through the words left by people who had been there, and my heart seemed to be restrained by something. All kinds of life, other people's, is also ours. When we left, we also left short and weak words, which may be interesting, or we may want to explore something in this weak text in the future.

When we got out of the coffee shop, we went to the small night market where we often wandered around at school. Everything remained the same, but not yesterday. It can be regarded as touching the scene, but we are also wandering around, but we are as happy as children.