# nostalgia is not as good as nostalgia

Since the coffee shop opened, I have always meditated alone in my spare time. Because I never thought I could run a cafe on my own before, but maybe it was my dream to run it more. Always looking for memories in a cozy and quiet afternoon, because I don't know how many beautiful things my memories can stay, but perhaps because of my excessive nostalgia, I have been unable to move on.

The early winter night in Xiamen is still a little boring, just like the pale atmosphere in a literary film. I have also fantasized about myself in the future, those who fantasize about the life I will have, but as I get older, I slowly find that there are fewer and fewer images I can fantasize about. So in the end, I still have only who I am now.

Before I opened the coffee shop, I felt like I had always been an artist. The state I imagined has always been a yellowish-brown city, with wet raindrops, a cup of warm coffee, a rich aroma, a collection of essays on the cover of plain flowers, with hard silence and words in it. there is also some kind of cold mixture of heaven and earth pointing straight to the inner silence from the brow to the inner silence.

And all this literature and art was shattered like chastity immediately after the cafe opened.

I need to watch my language on Weibo, I need to be patient with every picky guest, and I need to find a way to make my coffee delicious and make a profit. Er, if in the past, there would have been a lot of reproductive organs in my words, but now, I probably dare not even appear a little bit of my internal organs, for fear of disgusted the guests. Of course, the cafe is a dream, and these are only a small part of the dream.

I miss the old me very much.

Then I gradually realized that this is a society that needs to make people complain. I suddenly found that I was no longer the teenager running all over the city streets, no longer fantasy, no longer melancholy, and finally no longer a teenager. Know how to make a living, know that insipid, know frugality, but also know that silence and mediocrity live in peace. No one will accompany me to see the mountain cherry blossoms in March, nor will I have time to go to Gulangyu to walk through the crisscross alleys. Without the time and mood to bask in the sun at the seaside, time has faded. Get up at noon every day, brush your teeth, wash your face, drink coffee, entertain guests, sometimes in a daze for a whole day, until closing time, going home, taking a bath, sleeping. Although it is a very tragic three-point life, it is like a porn film with only one pose from beginning to end, which makes me always love that actor's slightly crooked testicles. But I still have the best part, because it's all about my dream.

I don't know if someone began to find that those nostalgic people always have no way to be chic like us. And the spring I am pregnant with is your regret after being shrouded by life after you have experienced time polishing and polishing. A grand regret.

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