Open a warm cat cafe, then climb the snow-capped mountains and feel the charm of coffee and soul

He's not home.

It's in a cafe.

Not in a cafe.

That is, in the wilderness toward the snowy mountains

In the train

French people say: "I am not at home, or in the cafe, not in the cafe, or on the way to the cafe..." After countless times in the Mu Ming Cafe, I really feel this sentence. Mu Ming Coffee quietly hid under a linden tree. The small doors and windows had a warm atmosphere of home and were very low-key. In addition to cat shop assistants, coffee, Australian beer and desserts and other main features, even better is the sun and fallen leaves on the second floor. In the autumn afternoon came here, nest in the window, hiding in the cool quiet, as if through the old time to go.

Perhaps the reason why I miss it is those small objects engraved with the smell of time, old-fashioned sewing machines, old wooden boxes with red paint locks, hollowed-out wooden frames supported by iron rods... Maybe it is those lazy cats who can live anywhere and will not be afraid of people, maybe it is the dim yellow and just right lights on the first floor, maybe it is the fallen leaves on the roofs of other people outside the glass windows on the second floor, maybe it is the old wooden pillars that can be touched and leaned on. Too many details are easy to create illusions. This is not a cafe, but a cozy corner of your own home, where you can nest in the depths of time and be in a daze.

The afternoon sun shone through the glass roof of the courtyard and fell among the flowers and plants in the courtyard. The cats played lazily. Such a time was very uncomfortable.

The owner of such a literary cafe was actually a man from the northwest. His strong appearance brought a dusty temperament, as if he had just walked out of the desert and sand. Where one spends one's time, one can see. Wang Bo spends most of his time on the road. He is an avid hiking enthusiast and snow mountain climber. He has climbed one magnificent snow mountain after another, facing the cold mountain wind, passing through layers of mist, and seeing the holiness of the vast snow mountain peak. He said,"Respect the mountain as if worshipping God, climb the mountain as if into God's embrace."

Wang Bo was once the director of Gansu Satellite TV. He went deep into Northwest China to shoot many documentaries of ethnic features and cultural geography types. Later, he came to Beijing with his girlfriend to pursue dreams, opened a cafe and worked as an independent documentary producer. When not in the cafe, walk in the sparsely populated Gobi Desert, embrace the wilderness, cross the desert, cross the mountains, life is like a surging poem.

One evening when he and his teammates went deep into the snowy mountains of Gansu Province, the snow and snow were mournful and the sky was getting dark. They lost their way. After trying their best to get down from the top of the mountain to the middle of the mountain about 4500 meters above sea level, they still couldn't find the way they came from. There was no way forward, and there was no way back. They had to stay where they were for the night, and their lives were determined by heaven. Two boys and a girl, with only a thin tent and a thin thermal blanket. The two boys let the girl wrap themselves in the blanket. It was too cold and dangerous to sleep, so they sang songs, sang songs all night, sang ballads, sang all the ballads they remembered, and woke the girl every once in a while, lest she fall asleep.

People in the cold place between heaven and earth, easier to understand the origin of life, a cavity of hot blood is enough to support the survival, this is truly alive. Wandering the world, dream for horse, everywhere can habitat.

The photo wall in the cafe hangs Wang Bo's footsteps walking the world. Li Jian sang: "The green mountains follow the clouds, the earth follows the rivers, this vast world, how to place me." Wang Bo quietly placed the vast world in the cafe, carefully tasted, only to feel more concentrated taste.

On days when he wasn't filming or climbing mountains, Wang Bo stayed in his cafe, in the warmth of his lover and children, in the quiet depths of the alley, drinking and talking with friends, accompanied by sunshine, coffee and wine, and a large group of cats.

The main frame of the cafe is set up by Wang Bo, and the details are more arranged by the lover. They grew up together, read together, came to Beijing to pursue dreams together, praised each other's dreams together, built a coffee station together, and cared for the happiness of both children together. In the future, they still had a lot of mountain roads to walk and a lot of time to waste in cafes.

There must be a cherished mind, in order to give those nostalgic objects in the cafe with a plain and indelible temperature. Mu Ming Cafe has a precious atmosphere, a cat's lazy comfort, a mellow coffee fragrance, and the silent talk of the years. The breeze blew through the snow mountain, the sun shone on the tea, and the best thing was to let the time pass away.

△ The cats in the shop are raised by their own families, given by friends, and more adopted stray cats. "They are brave, intelligent, dexterous and yearning for freedom," Wang said."I bring them home and give them names. They are my family."

Wang Bo, Gemini, senior cat slave, half hot blood, half quiet, love snow mountain love wilderness love walking, also love coffee wine sunshine courtyard.

across the hills

Savor the mellowness of a cup of coffee

The so-called winner of life

Nothing to do with fame.

Only in free souls.

Source: Spend your time well