Chapter 13 fourth quarter

I rarely deal with other residents in the community, and I don't even know people in the same building and on the same floor. But because many residents in this community often dine in Liyun's restaurant, I thus met some neighbors in the store. For example, Mrs. Li, the chairman of the management committee, also often goes to Liyun's store and likes to chat at the bar. Once she chatted with Liyun at the bar and called me over. "My first love was swept away by the waves, and the first man who talked about marriage died in a car accident." Mrs. Li sighed heavily, "Oh, I didn't expect my husband to leave early after getting married."

I find it embarrassing to listen to this kind of topic, and I feel a little fidgety, but Li Yun seems to be very focused. "I often wonder, am I the so-called black widow?" Mrs. Li said, "Because the people I like will die early." "The black widow is more appropriate to describe a ruthless woman, you just have a hard life." Liyun said. "What does Mr. Cai think?" Mrs. Li asked. "Black Widow can indeed be used to describe a ruthless woman..." I reluctantly opened my mouth, "But it seems okay to describe the situation where the people you like die young."

"Then I will try my best to like you from now on." Mrs. Li said. "Hey!" "Kidding." Mrs. Li laughed loudly, louder and louder. I secretly adjusted my internal breath, otherwise I would be easily injured by Mrs. Li's laughter. I also know a Mr. Zhou who lives on the 6th floor of Building B. He always walks into Liyun's store wearing sunglasses. Mr. Zhou used to be a policeman, but now he is a professional photographer. He often holds a camera on the highway, captures the moment when the vehicle is speeding, and clearly takes a picture of the license plate;

I often ride a bicycle with one hand and hold a camera in the other to take pictures of a row of motorcycles parked illegally on the side of the road. Not only did the car move forward smoothly, but the license plates photographed along the road were not blurred by hand shake or shaking. After the rigorous exercise of high-speed photography and 100 continuous shooting without hand shake, he finally became a master of photography. Mr. Zhou always brings a CD into "Oblivion", which contains only one song: "Knife". He would have Liyun play "Knife" over and over again.Occasionally he would sing along:

"It's like a knife, it hurts like a knife. How can I recover, I'm hurt so deeply. You have cut off the center of gravity of my life..." Singing English songs with Chinese lyrics translated by myself is also a kind of realm. When he was still a policeman, he stopped a car turning right at a red light one night. When he saw the female driver for the first time, he was deeply fascinated by her. Then they started dating, it was his first love, and the taste was very sweet. "When a policeman falls in love with a female driver who violates traffic rules, he must resist all etiquette and morality.

The strange eyes of the society, this is cursed love. "Mr. Zhou said, "It's like Romeo and Juliet." "You're not a cop now, are you?" I asked. "Yeah." He nodded. "So you don't have a gun with you right now?" I asked again. "No," he said. "What kind of Romeo and Juliet!" I exclaimed. "Don't pay attention to Mr. Cai." Liyun asked him, "What happened next?" "Later, I finally learned how to love. It's a pity that you have long gone and disappeared into the crowd. Later, I finally understood in tears that some people, once missed, are no longer. "He said.

"That's Rene Liu's "Later." Li Yun said, "What about you and the female driver?" "Later she began to obey the traffic rules, and there was a gap between us, so we gradually alienated, until the breakup. He sighed slowly, "It hurts like a knife." " I originally wanted to say: Will you die if you find a girl who obeys the traffic rules? But Liyun stopped me with her eyes, then went to the stereo and pressed the play button to play "Knife". Mr. Zhou hummed the Chinese lyrics again. I thought to myself it's a good thing the girl just made a right turn at the red light, if she was drunk driving,

That relationship should be even scarier. There is also Wang, who lives on the 9th floor of Building A, and also likes to chat with Li Yun at the bar. She is a young and beautiful junior girl with a lively personality. As the saying goes: Ginger is hot when it is old, but it is better to have a young girl when it is young. So I sometimes sneak to the bar to join her conversation with Liyun. "My dad is going to remarry, and the other party even has two daughters." Classmate Wang seemed very angry. "What now? Think I'm Cinderella?" "Maybe your stepmother will become Cinderella." I whispered to myself.

"I heard it." Classmate Wang glared at me. When Wang was a freshman, he fell in love with a teacher who taught a class. Whenever she took his class, she would secretly record it and play it over and over again when she got home. But after all, this is a teacher-student relationship, and she doesn't have the courage to express it to him, so she can only be unrequited love. He left school last term, but she could never forget him. Especially his face and voice always appear around her life anytime and anywhere. "I never thought liking someone would be so painful," she said.

"Are you only 20?" I asked. "Yes." Student Wang replied angrily, "Can't you fall in love at the age of 20?" "Of course." I said, "but love at the age of 20 should be sunny and cheerful, How did you do this? " "I don't want to be like this either. I've tried my best to forget him." Student Wang was very unconvinced. "But what can I do if I can't forget it?" After classmate Wang left, Li Yun said that maybe it was because of the name of the store "Forgotten", Many people will come to the store looking for forgotten feelings.

Mrs. Li wanted to forget the painful memory of losing her lover, and classmate Wang wanted to forget her lover's face and voice; Mr. Zhou wanted to forget the sweet love he had tasted. Most people try to forget certain memories, but unfortunately the more they want to forget, the harder it is to forget. "But some people always want to remember something they have forgotten." After she finished speaking, she stared at me. My memory is no longer clear after the second year of junior high school, and it is always a blurry fragment. For example, I will remember her name is Liyun, but I can't always remember her last name. Maybe it's just like what Li Yun said, I want to remember some things that I have forgotten. But the problem is often that I don't even know what I've "forgotten", And how do you know what you're trying to remember? "Auntie, I'd like a glass of grapefruit juice." Mrs. Li's eldest son, who is in the sixth grade of elementary school, walked into the store and ordered a drink. Seeing his frown, Li Yun asked, "What's wrong with you?" "My dog ​​died yesterday," he replied. "My condolences," I said. He glanced at me and said nothing. He picked up his glass, took a sip of grapefruit juice, and asked me, "Do you understand life?" It turned out to be such a profound question, I was taken aback and couldn't answer. "Life..." He took another sip, sighed heavily, and continued: "It's really impermanent." "You're only 11 years old! Brother." I said loudly. Li Yun couldn't help laughing. From then on, I spent more time in Liyun's shop. After eating and drinking coffee, I would leave my seat and sit at the bar to listen to other people's stories. Many people want to forget something, but unfortunately they can't do so, so they seem helpless. Sometimes I will be thankful that my memory is not good, and maybe I will forget some painful things because of it; But sometimes I want to know more, what have I forgotten? Could it be that I, like Mr. Zhou and Wang, once wanted to forget a certain unforgettable relationship? But because of my extraordinary talent, I have a self-protection mechanism in my brain like computer anti-virus software, I can clear the memory I want to forget as a computer virus, so I succeeded? Will it be so? "You named the store as Forgotten, then you must have something you want to forget." I asked Liyun: "What do you want to forget?" "No." Li Yun shook her head, "I don't want to forget." "Don't want to forget?" "I'm afraid of being forgotten, and I'm also afraid of being forgotten." She smiled, "That's why the name of the store is Forgotten." "This kind of logic is weird." "Did anything special happen to you today?" "Why do you keep asking this question?" "Because I don't want your memory of today to be forgotten." "Ok?" "Go ahead." She smiled. "A female colleague in the company just gave birth to a boy today." I said. "Yeah." She nodded, "After calculating the time, it's almost time to give birth." "You know her?" "No," she said, "you told me." "what?" "The second time you walked into the store, you told me that a female colleague in the company was more than four months pregnant. It's been five months now, and it's time to give birth. " "I've been here five months?" "Yes. In the past five months, including today, you have walked into "forgotten" 63 times." "63 times?" I was surprised, "You counted it so clearly?" "Yeah." She smiled, "Because I'm not just a weird person, but also a boring person." Not only did I forget to tell her that my female colleague was pregnant, but I also couldn't feel that five months had passed. Not to mention that he has entered "forgotten" 63 times. When I occasionally reflect on the past, I am always shocked by how fast time flies. Years have passed when nothing seems to have happened. Could it be that my sense of time is dull because of my bad memory? One holiday afternoon, I was at home watching TV.The phone rang, and it was the administrator. "Miss Su invites you to sit in her shop." He said. "Miss Su?" I couldn't remember which Miss Loser or Mr. Win I knew. "It's the owner of the simple restaurant on the first floor of Building A." "Oh." I patted my head, "I'll be there right away." Take the elevator downstairs, walk through the community atrium, walk out of the community gate, and turn left to Liyun's shop. "Come here." I just opened the store door and saw Liyun waving to me from the bar. I walked into the bar and saw a guillotine-like thing beside her, about 40 centimeters high. On the guillotine hangs a 8-shaped small glass, and there is something like a regulating valve under the glass; A glass carafe was placed under the guillotine. "I'll show you how to make iced coffee." Before I could ask, she said: "This type of coffee requires a finely ground coffee, which cannot be ground for too short a time." I was about to ask what iced coffee is when she turned on the grinder. The coffee beans screamed. Take out a small metal cup with a sieve hole at the bottom, put a piece of filter paper first; Pour the ground coffee powder into a small metal cup, tap the side to make the surface of the coffee powder smooth, Put another paper filter over the ground coffee. Then place the small metal cup on top of the glass carafe. Scoop some ice cubes from the ice bucket into a measuring cup, "about 300c.c.," she says. Pour in cold water, and the water will fill the gap between the ice cubes until the 300c.c. scale is cut. "I'll add another 10c.c. of whiskey." She smiled and opened the bottle. Pour this 310c.c. mixture of ice, water and whiskey into a rounded glass, Seal the mouth of the cup with a plug cap inserted with a metal tube, and put it back on the figure-eight small glass upside down. Open the adjustment valve under the 8-shaped small glass, and the ice water will slowly drip down drop by drop. The ice water in the arc-shaped glass flows into the 8-shaped small glass through the metal tube with the cap; After passing through the adjustment valve, it drips into a small metal cup filled with coffee powder, and after lingering with the coffee powder, Finally drip into a glass carafe. She took out a timer, her eyes fixed on the water drops, and she fine-tuned the adjustment valve with her right hand. "If it is dripped too quickly, the taste will be weak and the water will overflow; if it is dripped too slowly, the taste will be bitter." "The standard speed is seven drops in 10 seconds," she said. "7 drops in 10 seconds?" I looked at the slowly falling water droplets, "How long does it take?" "More than three hours," she said. "So long?" I was surprised, "Isn't it possible to go home for a meal after ordering coffee? Take a shower, go to the toilet, go out to watch a movie, and come back for coffee? " "No need to be so troublesome." She smiled, "After the dripping is finished, it will be sealed and put in the refrigerator to refrigerate, Yoko Store for about 5 days.But the coffee I let you drink was just iced for 3 days. " "Three days?" I said. "You mean you have to wait three more days for this cup of coffee?" "Well." She said, "Coffee is extracted at a low temperature close to zero, and the sugar in coffee is extracted at low temperature. It will continue to ferment, so it will have the aroma of fermented rice.Although the longer it is left, the more mellow it will be, but it is not good for three days. the best.So ice drip coffee is also called ice drip coffee. " "Then why do you add whiskey?" "You have a bad nose, you are prone to stuffy nose, and you can't smell the brewed aroma of ordinary iced coffee." She said, "So I sneaked in 10c.c. whiskey." "You know I have a bad nose?" "You drink coffee with a stronger taste, so when I make iced coffee, it's not 7 drops in 10 seconds." She didn't answer my question, and then said, "It's 11 seconds and 7 drops." "How do you..." "Because I'm not just weird, I'm boring." She smiled. Although I was full of doubts, my eyes were attracted by the water droplets, and I counted unconsciously in my heart: One drop, two drops, three drops... There was a sudden "click" from behind, and I seemed to turn around in reflex, only to see that she was holding a camera in her hand. "It's a good angle." She smiled. "You use me as a model, I want to collect money." I said. "Then let me buy you a cup of iced coffee." She opened the refrigerator, and there were several pots of coffee in it, all of which were dated with stickers. She chose the pot that was dated three days ago, and took it out of the refrigerator to heat it up. In the end, it was divided into two cups of coffee, one for me and the other in front of her. "Please," she said, "here is your modeling fee." "Ice drip coffee, which is so troublesome, probably only has a limited supply and is very expensive." I said. "It's not limited, it's unlimited." She said, "Because I don't sell cold drip coffee." "why?" "I can only drip once a day, and 310c.c. is only about two cups of coffee." She said, "And as the ice water becomes less, the dripping speed will slow down, and the speed should be adjusted slightly every once in a while, Very troublesome.There's still so much to do at the bar that you can't be constantly distracted. " "It's a pity." I took a sip of iced coffee and said, "You know how to make coffee so well. They don't sell coffee.In fact, you can still sell other hot coffee. " "Did you hear the wah-wah when you just ground the coffee beans?" "Of course I did," I said. "My ears are fine." "Don't you think coffee beans hurt?" "You're here again." "Since coffee beans hurt, how can I bear to scald them with hot water?" she said, "That's why I don't sell coffee in my shop." "Then you shouldn't even make cold drip coffee, because you still have to grind the beans." "You're right," she sighed, "but you only drink hot coffee. I can only find out I've tried my best with the iced drip coffee method. " "This..." I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "You think too much." "Very good." She smiled, "From now on, I'm not only a strange person, but also a boring and People who think too much. " I can only smile wryly.