Chapter 12 third quarter

I was supposed to pay the money back the next day, but you know, I have a bad memory. So the second time I walked into Liyun's store was three days later, when I just got off work and returned to the community. I met Mrs. Li at the gate of the community, and Mrs. Li was associated with Qian, and then Qian was associated with Liyun. I didn't go upstairs to go home, I walked directly to her shop, and when I was three steps away from the door of the shop, Liyun suddenly pushed open the store door, poked her head out and said, "Welcome." "Do you have a monitor installed?" I smiled.

I walked into the store and still chose the innermost seat against the right wall. The dining table is covered with a light blue floral tablecloth, and then pressed with transparent glass.I found a piece of paper pressed, Write: "If there were no mistakes in life, why would a pencil need an eraser?" While savoring this passage, Li Yun held the Menu and handed it to me. "This passage seems a bit philosophical." I pointed to the piece of paper on the table. "Yes." She said, "If unimportant memories can be erased gently with an eraser, then It should be easy for people. "

"Your words are more philosophical." I smiled. I opened the menu, and there was a sticker of "Rosemary Chicken Chop - Special Offer" on the lower right. "Then rosemary chicken chops." She took the menu away, walked back to the bar and explained to the female worker and student for a while, then walked towards me with a smile. "I want to talk to you," she said. "Please." "Didn't anything special happen to you at work today?" She sat down opposite me. "Hmm..." I thought for a while, "I found out today that a female colleague is more than four months pregnant."

"and then?" "But I don't know who the father of the child is." She laughed and said, "Then tell me what you know." "All I know is that the father of the child is not me." She laughed again, and the more she laughed, the happier she was. I found that besides her cleanliness, Her smile is also very clean, like Snow White's smile after washing her face. "Do you remember my name?" she asked after the laughter stopped. "The three characters of your name all start with cursive characters..." Speaking of which, I realized that I had forgotten her last name again.After trying to remember a bit, I said:

"Xue Liyun?" "I'm Su Liyun, just call me Liyun." "Sorry." I smiled awkwardly, "My memory is not good." "You remember my name is Liyun, I'm very happy." She smiled, "Call me Liyun from now on, don't care what my last name is." "Can I have dinner with you?" she asked again. "Does your store always provide the service of accompanying customers to eat?" "It will be lonely if you eat alone." I looked at her, and suddenly felt an indescribable strange feeling, and I was in a daze.

"is it okay?" "Oh." I recovered, "Of course." She got up immediately and went back to the bar.After a while, the female worker and the student came over each with a meal. This time I had a chat with her during the meal, usually I started, and she responded. If I didn't bring up something new, she would keep quiet. Customers came into the store one after another, there were about three tables, and the female workers and students were busy in and out. But she always sat and dined with me. "The female worker student you hired is very capable." I said.

"Not only is she capable, but she also works hard without complaint," she said. "Ah?" I almost choked, "How is this possible?" "Because she's my sister." "I see." I smiled. "Actually, my sister met you three years ago." She said suddenly. "But I haven't seen her before." I carefully looked at the girl who was busy at the bar, "As I said, I have a public face." "No." Li Yun shook her head, "You've seen her too." "Huh?" I was surprised, "I don't remember it at all."

Li Yun simply smiled and said nothing more.Seeing that I had put down the tableware, she asked: "Is it tasty?" "The strong aroma of rosemary makes the chicken taste more delicious." I paused, then continued: "Although it is delicious, it feels completely different from the last time." "What's the difference?" "The taste of the meat is completely different. Last time it was strong, but this time it was sweet." "Because last time I had four legs, this time I have two legs." "What did you say?" "Last time you ordered rosemary lamb chops..." She suddenly laughed,

"This time I ordered rosemary chicken steak, the taste of the meat is of course different." "Sorry." I laughed dumbfounded, "I only remember rosemary, and I forgot the rest." She didn't seem to stop laughing, so I watched her quietly, waiting for her to finish laughing. I found that besides being clean, her smile gave off a sense of reassurance. "I'll buy you a cup of coffee." She finally stopped laughing and stood up. I behaved this time, and kept my eyes on her back. She did take out a pot of something from the refrigerator, it was iced coffee;

But it seemed to heat it up again, and walked out of the bar with two more cups of coffee. "It's hot." Before the cup was placed on the table, she warned, "Be careful of it being hot." I picked up the coffee and took a sip carefully, it was hot. I feel very puzzled. Why heat iced coffee?Just make hot coffee. What's more, the so-called "ice coffee" is not actually brewed with ice water. Instead, the brewed hot coffee is quickly cooled with ice cubes or an ice bucket. Why is she chilling hot coffee into iced coffee and putting it in the freezer, Then take it out of the refrigerator and heat it up and turn it into hot coffee?

Her life is too boring?Or are you full and too idle? "Why..." I finally couldn't help asking. "Because I'm a strange person." She interrupted me before she finished speaking. "This is not strange, it should be called boring." "That's good." She smiled, "From now on, I'm not only a strange person, but also a boring person." "Huh?" I was confused. "Don't think about it now, just concentrate on your coffee," she said, gesturing "please". I picked up the coffee again, and smelled a faint aroma, which was different from ordinary coffee aroma. After taking a sip, the taste seems to be smoother and more mellow than ordinary coffee. The word "alcohol" is indeed appropriate, because there is an aroma of fermented wine in the coffee. I thought there was something wrong with my tongue and nose, but until I finished that cup of coffee, The aroma of fermented rice is always there. I was puzzled, and looked at her sitting opposite, her expression seemed to be very proud. "Why..." I couldn't help asking again. "Because I'm not just weird, I'm boring." She interrupted me again, laughing. "Hey." "Come here some afternoon and I'll cook it for you and you'll understand," she said. I figured in my heart that if I want to come in the afternoon, I can only do it on holidays. But I don't know if I will remember to come and see her making coffee during the holidays? I got up and walked to the bar, intending to pay my bill and leave. She followed me to the bar, and just as I took out my wallet, she walked into the bar. I thought to myself that the most expensive meal on the Menu was only 180 yuan, and the meal I ordered was still a special price. So I pulled out two hundred-dollar bills and held them in my hand. "It's 300 yuan in total," she said. "But……" As soon as the words come out of my mouth, I feel embarrassed. Even if it is more expensive than expected, I should keep my face. "Including the money you owed me last time," she said. "Almost forgot." After I was stunned for a moment, I suddenly realized, "I haven't paid the money from last time." "With me here, I was "almost"." She smiled, "Otherwise you should forget." "That's right." I smiled embarrassedly. Quickly took out another hundred-yuan bill, made up three and handed it to her. Just two steps out of the store door, she heard the door behind her being opened again, she said: "In the future, if you are lazy and don't want to go out by bike, you can come to my place for dinner." "Hmm," I said over my shoulder, "if I remember." "It's not about memory," she said, "you just have to get used to it." "You're good at business," I said. "Thank you for the compliment." She smiled. I live alone and I don't know how to cook. Where to eat dinner is a problem I encounter every day. I'm really too lazy to go out for dinner on my bike, so walking to her shop is a good choice. From then on, I occasionally went directly to her store when I returned to the community after get off work. Occasionally for a long time, occasionally not occasionally. I can't call her occasional visit to her shop five times a week. Whenever I go to her store, I order the "specials". With the bad economy and soaring prices, we need to save some money. I later discovered that the specials seemed to be different every time I got them. There are rosemary lamb chops, rosemary chicken chops, rosemary steaks, rosemary pork chops... There are also rosemary pork ribs rice, rosemary snapper rice, and even rosemary glutinous rice cakes. These specials have one thing in common - rosemary. I have always wanted to ask Liyun why she prefers rosemary?But always forget to ask. Because when I walked into the store and sat down, she was bound to ask me a question: "Did anything special happen to you today?" Then I have to use my limited memory capacity to recall the big and small things that happened that day. Then I forget to ask the answers to the questions I want to know. Liyun always eats with me, as if this is the most natural thing. After the meal, she would treat me to a cup of magical coffee with the aroma of fermented rice. Over coffee we chatted casually, like old friends chatting for years. Strange to say, I often have the illusion that we are old friends for many years. It wasn't until the coffee was finished that I remembered and forgot to come in on holiday afternoons to watch her make coffee. I once asked Liyun in a casual chat: "What did you study?" "I studied chemistry at university." She said, "Now I'm opening this store to apply what I've learned." "Is this considered applying what you have learned?" "I used to prepare chemicals in the laboratory, and now I use this experimental spirit to bake biscuits, Doesn't that count as putting what you've learned into practice when it comes to mixing drinks and cooking food? " "No." I smiled, "This is a realm." Li Yun also laughed, still with a clean smile. "You should be interested in photography." I pointed to the photos on the wall, "You took them, right?" "I did it," she said, "but I'm not interested in photography, and I'm not good at it." "You're so humble. These pictures look..." "Lies are short-lived." She interrupted me with a slight smile. "These photos are very humane, and you can tell at a glance that they were taken by ordinary people, and the skills are not high." She laughed, then nodded in agreement with me. "I have to take these photos." She slowly scanned each photo on the wall and said: "Because every photo represents a forgotten memory." "Forgotten memory?" I wondered, "Why do you say that?" "Because I'm not just weird, I'm boring." "Hey." "Let me take a picture for you," she said suddenly. "Oh?" I was a little surprised. She took out the usual digital camera from under the bar, walked out of the store, and waved to me: "Come on. Don't be afraid." I had no choice but to stand up and walk to the door of the store, stand under the signboard, and make a "V" with my right hand. When I went back to her shop a few days later, a picture of me laughing like an idiot was on the wall. Frankly speaking, the decoration of her store is as clean and warm as her people; But the photos on the wall are not only ordinary in technique, but also in scenery or characters. Seems like it shouldn't be part of the overall decor. Is it really as she said: every photo represents a forgotten memory. What does this mean?