A coffee shop runs a small coffee shop in a big school.

Living near Shangda, he once complained that if he wanted a good cup of coffee or asked for a place with a strong capitalist flavor, he had to go far away.

One weekend, I was teasing a stray cat behind a tree in the campus. My friend called me and told me to look at the inconspicuous roof of the house. There was a coffee shop, right? I couldn't see it at all. There were groceries sold downstairs, a small supermarket copy shop, a laundry milk tea shop, opposite the big bathhouse, the atmosphere was simple, and I was very angry. If it wasn't for her guidance, I probably would never have found this place called times cafe.

A few years ago, in the winter, a friend and I went to Chiang Mai. It was an unplanned leisure trip, just like my personality and hobbies. Now I recall that the best time was that afternoon in a small coffee shop in Chiang Mai University. It was just a simple bar. Because of the cramped place, the coffee table was put outdoors and used umbrellas to block the proud and enthusiastic sunshine of Southeast Asia. The dark-skinned Thai boy with snow-white teeth had just finished class. As soon as his books were thrown away, he was transformed into a skilled barista with a brown apron, smiling brilliantly and greeting the guests with his companions. I sat on a high chair outside the bar, my bike parked beside me, greedily drinking iced coffee, a lot of milk, a lot of sugar and chocolate sauce (deserved baby fat at that time) was opposite a clear lake, the lake was connected to the highest mountain in Chiang Mai, the days were simple, the time was slow, and the children were painting in the shade of the trees by the lake. I quietly waited for the cool afternoon breeze to blow from the lake, but I didn't feel sleepy. The Thai boy played a happy and lively song, and the senior and younger sister, elder sister and younger brother came twittering to buy coffee.

When I saw me carrying a camera and a big schoolbag, I guessed it was a tourist. We said "sawadika" to each other. A Japanese professor in the school sat quietly at the table near me. At first she was reading a Russian book. Later, after talking to another professor for a long time in fluent English, we guessed that she probably taught linguistics. Drink up, and then add a full glass of ice, and so on, the ice melted water, drink and then go memory, it ends here.

Ching Ming Festival, there is a rare fine weather in Shanghai. If I compare myself to a plant, I must be the kind of person who likes the sun. I would rather show all I have in the sun than climb and grow in the dark and damp. People will cherish the sunny warmth only through the long winter rain and cold wind. I had nowhere else to go and fled to this little shop called time cafe.

The holiday student is also a part-time waiter, listening to headphones carrying a schoolbag, only appeared behind the bar at 11:00, she just smiled slightly and did not take the initiative to tell you what to drink, the sound of the bean grinder was familiar and warm, and from time to time it sounded in the store. I sat on a hundreds of flat terrace, the sun shone carelessly down, listening to las wscarlatinas's gentle and fresh electronic music, everything was lovely like the weather. It is full of gentle and pleasant smell. Oh, by the way, I haven't bought any drinks yet. I'm just enjoying free wifi and free spring sunshine.