Chapter 3 show off

Yishu is a person who studies science. When he sees the moon, he will think of the tide phenomenon caused by the moon, rather than the ups and downs of love. He is used to citing logic in the process of thinking and inference, and try to avoid judging by feeling. As a result, his feelings were constantly wrapped in the cloak of rationality, and once the cloak was taken off, these feelings would be presented naked in the eyes of Ke Xue, who had keen observation. So for Ke Xue who paints by feeling, Yishu will be the best model. However, why did Yishu take off the cloak of rationality? Well, because he was going to write a novel.

So why did he write novels? There can be many reasons, such as to attract girls you like, to be called talented for no reason, to try to make more money, and so on. Which reason is more reasonable? Maybe Yishu, like me, writes novels for these three reasons. After polishing up the dialogue between Yishu and Kexue, I decided to call it a day. Walking out the door to pour a glass of water, he saw Dadong watching TV in the living room. "Hello." Dadong stopped me, pointed at the TV and asked, "How about this slogan?" I watched TV and knew it was the advertising slogan of Biedermeier Coffee--

"After drinking Biedermeier, it is difficult for you to drink other coffees." "Hmm..." I took a sip of water, "It's weird." "What's wrong? I think this slogan is very good." "Maybe this sentence means that after drinking Biedermeier coffee, I feel that it is too bad to drink, and I have been desperate for coffee since then, so it is difficult to drink other coffees." "Your thinking is too strange." Dadong said. "There is something wrong with this sentence. Just like some people find it difficult to fall in love after falling out of love, it is because love is so lethal that it is difficult to fall in love again."

"This slogan doesn't mean that at all, it means: Once the sea was too difficult to find water." "I just think it is: once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of well ropes." "The average consumer doesn't think like you do." "There must be people who study science like me. When the truth conflicts with the advertising slogan, they always stand on the side of the truth." "Don't be ridiculous. I recently accepted a copywriting job for a coffee advertisement, so you can help me think about it when you have time." "Okay. If I want to come out, you have to deduct a few more days of rent. I'm very tight recently."

I sat down and put the cup on the low table in front of the sofa. "By the way, where did you write your novel?" Dadong asked. "do you want to see?" "Yeah." Dadong nodded. I went back to my room and printed out the file. I counted it was only about 35 pages, and I might be laughed at by Dadong. So the font and line spacing were increased, and it was printed again to become 50 pages. My personality is that if I want to make others think that I am very powerful, I will try to be strong. Walk out the door and show it to Dadong.He only took one look and said, "Yi Shu and Ke Xue? What a strange name."

"I did it on purpose." My personality is that if I don't want others to know that I am not very good at picking names, I will also be brave. "Why isn't it called: Moron and Beauty?" "Don't fool me, that's the title of an A movie." "So you've seen it too." Dadong smiled happily. "That's right, that's a famous film in the Tram series." I also laughed a few times. Suddenly feeling wrong, I immediately stopped laughing and said, "Hey! Don't make fun of the name of my novel, read it quickly." "Don't worry." Dadong stopped talking and concentrated on reading.

With the "pop" sound made by Dadong when he turned the page, my heart would also twitch. Dadong read it quickly, finished it in a short time, and then put the manuscript on the low table. "How about it?" I was very nervous, as if I was calling to ask a friend who had read the list if I had passed the exam. "Hmmm...you have a lot of 'because' and 'so' in your essay." Dadong smiled, "It should be because you wrote too many research reports before." "It can't be helped. Because there are so many reasons, so we have to."

"You can't do everything because of this." "But I always feel that the logical order of the text must be clear, and there will be results only when there is a cause." "When writing a novel, you need to be soft-headed and don't have to explain a lot of things too hard. If the cause and effect of all the big and small things in the novel are clearly explained, readers will think that they are reading Buddhist scriptures." "No." I shook my head. "I'm a science student. When the truth conflicts with the principles of writing novels, I always stand on the side of the truth."

"You're backing up again." I'm not bragging, just bragging. "Because" I am not so skilled in the control of words, "so" appears too many times in the novel because of this. "Because" I don't want Dadong to think I'm not capable enough, "so" I won't admit it frankly. This may be "because" I was not taught well when I was a child, "so" I will be aggressive in everything. My personality is that if I find that there is a deviation in my personality, I will feel that it is a problem when I was a child.

"Also, there are some weird words to describe you." Dadong picked up the manuscript again and quickly flipped through a few pages, "It's very similar to the feeling of bikini girls appearing on the beach in winter." "What does it mean?" "The beach in winter should be deserted. If there is a bikini girl in a three-point swimsuit, don't you think it's weird?" "How can this be weird?" I began to be brave again, "When you are on the beach in the cold winter and you are feeling down, don't you feel refreshed when suddenly a bikini girl walks up to you?"

"Oh?" Dadong's expression was surprised at first, and then he smiled, "Hey, you are right." "Hey." I am very proud. "So far so good," Dadong said, "especially the role of the cafe owner is very vivid." "Really?" I was delighted. "Then I'll write more about him." "Don't forget the main axis of the novel, and the branch lines must be well controlled, and don't overwhelm the host." "I'll pay attention." "That's it." Dadong stretched his waist, "I'm going back to my room to catch up with the progress." "Then I have to go back to my room and continue writing." We passed behind the sofa as we went back to our respective rooms.Dadong turned around and said, "You still have to go to work, writing novels won't be too tiring, right?" "No. I'm a natural hand." "Don't be brave. You have a holiday tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. You can rest for two days. There's no rush." "I have energy all over my body, and I don't need to rest." My personality is that if people tell me not to be aggressive, I will be more aggressive. In fact, writing novels these days has consumed a lot of energy and I feel a little tired. Originally, I planned to use these two days off to watch movies or go out with friends. But I have already boasted in front of Dadong, so I have to close the door and write. In addition to going out during meal times, the rest of the time stays in the room. Even when I go out, I only go to the convenience store to buy microwave bento and bring it back to eat. Whenever I couldn't hold on anymore and wanted to sneak out to play, I saw Dadong was still in his room working on a manuscript, so I gave up the idea and obediently went back to the computer. In the next development of Yishu and Kexue, I set Yishu as a brave person. Therefore, I may not have enough reasons to write novels, but I have the strength to write novels. As for the character of the cafe owner, whenever I describe him, I always think of a martial arts master. I even accidentally wrote: He brewed coffee internally at the bar, forcing out the aroma of the coffee. When I found out later, I immediately changed it. After all, it is very strange that martial arts plots appear in romance novels. Just like we can't imagine that in martial arts novels, when heroes from all walks of life compete for the leader of the martial arts, aliens suddenly appear to make trouble. It's not the same as the "bikini girl on the beach in winter" feeling. The bikini girl may lift the reader's spirits; the alien will definitely drive the reader crazy. I also found that I can focus on writing novels, which is different from my concentration at work. Thinking at work is like following a treasure map to find treasure, there will be clues, paths and tools. You only need to calculate, infer and judge, and then find out the reasonable or correct answer. The answer is usually just hidden, not non-existent. Thoughts may get lost or directionless, but they are always on the road. But thinking in fiction has no treasure map, not even a treasure trove. That is, the answer is not hidden, it just doesn't exist. Then the mind can easily enter a meditative state, completely out of control. One second he was looking for an oasis in the desert, and the next second he might be hiding from sharks in the sea. After finally restraining my mind and preparing to leave the desert or the sea, my thoughts seem to be tied with a rubber rope, and when I think I am about to jump out, I will be pulled back suddenly by an inexplicable external force. In the process of wandering thoughts, I often think of fragments of past memories. Sometimes the plots of movies I have seen come to my mind; sometimes it seems to hear familiar music; Sometimes you can almost smell the air when you walk on the seaside of your hometown with your first love. I can't tell, it's the scenes and dialogues that happened before that I wrote into the novel; Or does the novel bring me into the memory of the past and let me live again in the novel? In the past two days, I also thought about sitting in that cafe and drinking a cup of coffee to change my mood. But first, I was too lazy to go out; second, I thought it would be better to save some money, so I didn't go. Fortunately, there are these reasons in real life, reminding me that I am living a simple life now, rather than living in the fictional world I have constructed. Come Monday, I have to go to work again, and the way I think will change. I wrote until three in the morning last night, yawned again and again when I woke up in the morning, and walked like a drunken fist. While taking the MRT, I closed my eyes and rested. When I opened my eyes again, I could vaguely feel something from the empty eyes of many people. They're still in a can, but they're not vacuum-sealed, and I can almost smell them. As soon as he walked into the company's gate, he met the eyes of Ms. Cao who was looking up. "Morning," she said. But I couldn't speak, after all, I hadn't heard her greet me for a while. "Two days off, you should go out and have fun." "I……" "You are amazing, you show up at exactly eight o'clock every day." "this……" My personality is that if a pretty girl initiates a conversation with me, I'm speechless. On the way to my desk, I feel a little top-heavy. "Morning." Another Miss Li from the company greeted me. "Morning. The weather is really nice today," I said. "Two days off, you should go out and have fun." "Are you kidding? I don't have time to play, and I don't have the money to go out to play. It can be said: Although the breeze is thin and hard to blow me, why doesn't the bright moon shine on me?" "You are amazing, you show up at exactly eight o'clock every day." "Going to work on time is the truth. It is human nature to want to be lazy with only a meager salary from the company. I am a person who studies science. When the truth conflicts with human feelings, I always stand on the side of the truth." My personality is that if a girl who is not pretty takes the initiative to talk to me, she will be long-winded. Sit in your seat and turn on your computer.Taking advantage of the time when the machine is turned on, massage the acupoints around the eyes, ready to cheer up and adjust the mood for work. Looking at the things in the computer, I feel very strange, as if the last time I saw it was eight hundred years ago. This may be because I was wandering around in my own constructed world two days ago, but now I am back to real life. The phone rang suddenly, and I was startled again. "Come here." The voice of the boss. "Okay." I said. I feel a little uneasy because I helped him to the city government meeting last time. Shouldn't he be labeled as an environmental butcher or an ecological killer because of this, so he will settle accounts with me? "Look at this case to see if it's feasible." The boss gave me a bidding document. "Oh." I exclaimed secretly, then flipped through the contents of the file and the required work items, "The fourth work item is not easy to do; the sixth work item, we should not be able to do it." "Really?" The boss was lost in thought. There was a small knock on the door, and Miss Cao walked in. "This is the fax I just received." She nodded at me first, and then put the fax on the table. "Yeah." The boss looked up, and then turned his gaze back to the bidding documents, "This..." Miss Cao, who was about to leave, thought that the boss still had orders, so she stopped. "We really can't take this case?" The boss looked at me. "Not necessarily." After taking a look at Miss Cao, I said. I have a personality of being aggressive when pretty girls are around and don't initiate conversations with me. "Oh?" The boss was a little puzzled, "Didn't you say that the fourth work item is not easy to do?" "It's really hard to do." I said solemnly, "But I will try my best." "Isn't it impossible to do the sixth work item?" "It shouldn't be possible." I was impassioned, "But it's man-made anyway." "Very good." The boss smiled, "You are really young and promising." Say a little more. Ms. Cao also smiled and said to me, "Come on." I feel like my blood is boiling. After Ms. Cao left, the boss said, "Then I will leave this matter to you." "Give it to me?" My blood froze quickly. "Yes. Since you are so confident, of course you are responsible." "This..." I murmured, "Confidence and impulsiveness are two different things." "what?" "I was too impulsive just now." I whispered, "We can't handle this case." "What did you say?" The boss raised his voice and started to look like an excited bird again. "Young people are inevitably impulsive, and you should understand this feeling." "I don't understand!" The boss stood up, flapping his wings, and threw the bidding documents in front of me, "Anyway, write me a service proposal next Monday!" On the way back to my desk, I beat myself on the head, what a beauty, I thought. My personality is that if I try my best to make a tragedy, I will feel that it is someone else's fault. When I passed the photocopier, Ms. Cao who was photocopying said to me: "Mr. Zhou handed over the case to you?" "yes." "You are amazing." "Where." I smiled. My personality is that if the person who hurt me is a beautiful woman, I will still smile at her. Go back to your seat and take out that tender document.After reading only a few pages, I started to sigh. Why am I trying to be brave?Don't take that kind of laxative if you don't have that kind of anus. Pick up a pen and write on the inside page of the file: idiot, deserve it, deserve what he deserves, what he deserves... When he ran out of words, he stared blankly at the work items in the file and began to be in a daze. "Huh?" Miss Li passed by my table, "This case is very difficult." "Hmm." I nodded. "But you should be able to handle it." "No problem at all." Looking at Miss Li, I couldn't help feeling sad. My personality is that if I try to be brave in front of girls who are not pretty, I feel sad. "Let's have lunch together." Miss Li said, "Xiao Liang and Li Yan are going too." When I heard "Xiao Liang", I frowned; but when I heard Ms. Cao's name, I quickly stood up and said, "Okay." It's rare to have dinner with Ms. Cao. I must seize the opportunity to talk more and express myself well. After walking out of the building, Xiao Liang suggested some organic vegetables to eat, and I said, "Why do you want to be vegetarian?" "It's good to be a vegetarian." Xiao Liang said, "And the organic vegetables are pollution-free and do not use pesticides." "If it's a clean monkey, it will be very sad in the jungle," I said. The three of them stopped at almost the same time and looked at me. "What do you mean?" Xiao Liang asked. "Monkeys hang around in the jungle all day long, and they get dirty easily. If monkeys prefer cleanliness, wouldn't it be a miserable life?" I said, "Monkeys who are used to dirty and like dirty will be happy." "What does this have to do with organic vegetables?" Miss Li asked. "Nowadays, almost all vegetables are sprayed with pesticides, and food usually has chemical ingredients. If you never eat food with chemical ingredients, not only will you have no resistance, but it will also be difficult to find something to eat." "I see." Xiao Liang said to me, "So you are not a clean monkey?" "Of course," I said, "I'm used to being dirty, and I'm on my way to liking it." "But I'm a monkey who loves cleanliness." Miss Cao said, "And I've always been a vegetarian." It was my turn to stop and turn into Freeze. "Then let's go vegetarian, it's up to you whether you come or not, don't force it." Xiao Liang said with a smile, his eyes were very sly. Bastard, I was played. Why am I so confused?I don't even know the basic data that Ms. Cao is a vegetarian. Damn, the scalp is numb and hard from embarrassment. But this is just enough to bite the bullet and follow. After entering the store that advertised as pesticide-free, we found a seat and sat down. Miss Li and I sat on one side, while Xiao Liang and Miss Cao sat across from each other. "Li Yan." Xiao Liang picked up her bowl, "I'll help you serve the meal." "Thank you." Miss Cao smiled slightly. Damn, it was preempted.And is Liyan your name? While regretting, Ms. Li handed the bowl to me. "Why?" I turned to her. "Help me serve food." Miss Li said, "I don't even understand this basic gentleman's manners." "Is such a small bowl enough for you? Shall I change it to a bigger bowl for you?" I said. "You're courting death!" Ms. Li smiled and patted my shoulder. The dishes were served one by one, but I felt that the taste of each dish was similar, so I was a little bored eating. Picked up a long thing, but dropped it twice, simply put down the chopsticks, and ate with his hands. "Sure enough, it's a monkey that doesn't like cleanliness." Xiao Liang said with a smile, "How do you use your hands?" "What does using your hands have to do with being clean?" I said, "Before these dishes are cooked and served, they have been touched by countless hands in the kitchen. Why don't you just eat them?" "That's different." "What's the difference? You're really obsessed with obsession. Indians have seen through this for a long time, so they eat with their hands. It's because they enlightened earlier that Buddha Shakyamuni appeared in India." After I finished speaking, the three of them froze again. "Let's use chopsticks." After a while, Miss Cao said to me. "That's right!" Xiaoliang continued immediately, "India has Sakyamuni, and we have Confucius! Could Confucius lose to Sakyamuni? What's more, chopsticks are our national quintessence!" What and what, nonsense.But I still listened to Miss Cao and picked up the chopsticks obediently. It was frustrating to say that I was confused, easily embarrassed, and pushy, but not as thick-skinned as Trabe. My personality is that if I feel bored while eating, I will lower my head and slam the rice without talking. "I heard Mr. Zhou asked you to take on a difficult case?" Xiao Liang asked me. "Whether it's difficult or not depends on the person." I glanced at him, and my heart began to be on guard. "It's like it's hard for a dog to subdue a wolf, but it's easy for a tiger to do it." "Yes. Congratulations then." "Congratulations? Anything to celebrate?" I said. "Are you resigning?" Miss Li coughed, as if choking, and looked at me with a half-smile. "Mr. Zhou said last week," Xiaoliang continued, "that there will be extra bonuses for taking this kind of case." "so what?" "Then today's meal..." Xiao Liang didn't finish his sentence, but just smiled wickedly. "how?" "It's okay." Xiao Liang shrugged, "It's not easy to make money after all." "Today I have a treat." I said. My personality is that even if I know that the opponent is using the aggressive method, I will still be brave. "Why is this so embarrassing?" Xiaoliang smiled on the surface again. "Everyone is a colleague, and it will be regarded as seeing you off." "Then you will be disappointed." Xiao Liang laughed loudly, "I will stay in the company for a long, long time." "If you want to stay, the boss may not want to stay..." Before I finished speaking, Ms. Li tugged at my sleeve, motioning me to stop talking. After paying the bill, I only had more than a hundred yuan left on me. On the way back to the company, the more I thought about it, the more bored I was, and I even wanted to run a red light when crossing the road. Back at the desk, seeing the bidding document, his legs went limp and he slumped on the chair. After a while, I cheered up and turned my grief and anger into strength. So I spent the whole afternoon looking for information in the company and writing service proposals. She stretched hard, and was about to exhale the depression in her chest when she heard Ms. Cao say, "It's almost five o'clock, why don't you get off work?" Startled, I straightened up and looked up at her. "I'm here to tell you that I'm leaving get off work." She smiled slightly, "Also, thank you for inviting me to dinner." "No...you're welcome." I still hesitated. "Then, see you tomorrow." She waved her hand, "Bye-Bye." Even the movement of waving my hands was a little stiff, as if my right hand had been put in a cast. And Bye-Bye didn't say anything because of nervousness. After a while, Ms. Li also came over and said, "It's five o'clock, why are you still not off work?" "Did you know me the first day? Don't you know that I'm always working hard and doing my job?" "I'm here to tell you that I'm leaving get off work. Also, thank you for the dinner." "Why are you so polite? It's just a meal, don't take it to heart. Do you understand?" "See you tomorrow then. Bye-Bye." "Bye-Bye." I waved my hand vigorously, "Come play again when you have time!" Do some finishing work, then put the bidding documents in the briefcase and get ready to leave work. It was half past five when I left the company building. Walk ten meters in front of the cafe and stop. Want to go in for coffee today? I think it's better not to. With his right hand holding up his briefcase to cover his face, he slowed down and kept moving forward with his head down. Though I don't want to drink coffee, but I'm curious to know if the girl who studied art is still there? So my eyes kept sneaking to the lower right corner. When I saw a straight waist, I couldn't help but stop. Move the briefcase up slowly, and see the chest, shoulders, back of the neck, and left face in sequence... That's right, the girl who studied art. She is painting with her head down. I stopped for half a minute, decided to suppress the idea of ​​seeing what she drew, and moved on. After walking a few steps, he bumped into a person head-on. "Sorry." I said. Looking up, it turned out to be the owner of the cafe! "Why don't you come in?" said the boss. "I have to be busy today." I was a little embarrassed, and put down the briefcase I was holding high in my right hand. But then it occurred to me, why should I feel embarrassed?I don't owe him any money. "come in." "Sorry, something really happened." "If it's because of what happened last time, then I apologize." "What happened last time?" "I said you are a virgin." "Hey." "Actually, I was wrong." "It's okay. Just know it's wrong." "In fact, no man is a virgin. Some virgins are given to the left hand, and some are given to the right hand." "Hey." "come in." "No." "Why do you speak English?" "I thought you couldn't understand Chinese." The cafe owner and I stood in front of the store, like a confrontation between two martial arts masters before a duel. Masters usually don't make moves easily, we are waiting for each other to make moves first. "I understand." After a while, he finally made a move. "Understand what?" I took a defensive position and took the move cautiously. "You must have no money with you." He volleyed. "I have money!" My moves were messed up because of my bravado. "Otherwise you must be stingy." He changed to attack the next game. "I'm very generous!" I couldn't stop my move and staggered. "Then why didn't you dare to come in?" He turned his fists into palms, gathered his energy in the dantian, and directly attacked the dead point on my chest. "Who said I dare not?" I felt a pang of depression in my chest, and blurted out: "I'll go in!" "Accepted." He cupped his fists in salute. "..." After he walked back to the store, I was still in a daze, trying to adjust my breath. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the girl who studies art is smiling and waving to me. I pushed open the store door, walked directly to the seat opposite her, and sat down. "Why didn't you come two days ago?" she asked. "Because I don't go to work, I'm too lazy to go out." "Oh." She asked again, "Do you work near here?" "Yes. It will take less than ten minutes." I looked at the drawing book in front of her and asked, "What were you drawing just now?" She hastily closed the drawing book, "The things I have drawn in the past two days are not good, and they are shameful." I saw that she seemed a little embarrassed, so I smiled and didn't ask any more questions. The boss poured a glass of water in front of me, and I ordered a cup of coffee by the way. "Why do you come here every day?" "The view from here is great." "Vision?" I looked out the window, "In front of the MRT station, where is the vision?" "A lot of people come and go, I can experience life." "Life?" I was puzzled, "You can also experience it at home." "That's different." She smiled, "If an artist stays at home all day, it's easy to live only in the art world constructed by himself, which may lead to paranoia." "Really?" I looked out of the window again, "But you can only see people here." "Humans are the most complicated artwork created by God." She smiled and stuck out her tongue, "although there are many flaws." "By the way, how do you live?" "Well..." I thought for a while, "My life is very simple, just work and vacation." "What do you do on vacation?" "I'm writing a novel." As soon as the words came out, I was a little surprised. Because apart from Dadong, it was the first time I told anyone that I was writing a novel. "Oh. That's good." She nodded, picked up the coffee cup, and took another sip of coffee. "You don't seem surprised." "Why should you be surprised?" Her lips left the coffee cup and looked at me curiously. "I'm a science student. Isn't it strange to write novels?" "If anyone who studies law can become president..." She put down her coffee cup and smiled slightly, "Why can't someone who studies science write novels?" "Good point." I gave a thumbs up. It seems that Yishu’s reason for writing novels, which has always troubled me, seems to have a simple answer. She stared out of the window again, and after a while, she turned her head as if suddenly thinking of something, and said, "I'm sorry." She stuck out her tongue again, "I'm used to it." "It's okay. Anyway, there are many handsome guys outside the window." "Hehe, I'm not looking at handsome guys." She stretched out her index finger, pointing diagonally across the road, "Look, my car is always parked there." Following the direction of her finger, I saw the red car I had seen before. "You can't park there." "I know I can't stop." She smiled mysteriously, "So I have to look out the window often to see if there are police officers." "It turns out that you ran out in a hurry last time because you saw the police." I suddenly realized. "Yeah." She smiled, "I'm watching the crowd while paying attention to the police, so that when I'm indulging in the beautiful art world, I won't forget the cruelty of tickets in real life." The boss came over with the coffee, put it in front of me, and glanced at me. I looked down and saw the milky white foam floating on top of the coffee, forming the pattern of a finger. I was very curious, and looked left and right carefully, and it really looked like a finger. The boss clenches his fist and touches the knuckles of his fist to the coffee cup, which looks like a finger. "It's very similar." After the boss finished speaking, he left. Damn, this guy turned the cream into a middle finger. "Is the coffee the boss makes delicious?" she asked. "Well. It's a pity that people are weird." "Really?" She smiled, noncommittal, "but he never takes my money." "So good?" I was surprised. "I always use the pictures drawn here to exchange coffee with the boss." "That's it." I took out the picture of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart from my briefcase, and asked her with a smile, "I wonder how many cups of coffee I can exchange for this picture?" The boss suddenly appeared next to me, opened the sugar bowl on the table, scooped up the sugar and added it to my coffee cup. "I can only change a few candies." The boss said. Just as I was about to talk back, the boss turned to her and said, "Your coffee has run out." "Oh," she replied, "I'm sorry, I wanted to have another drink." "Then you have to start drawing now." "Can't she pay?" I interjected. "No," said the boss, "she can't use the money for coffee, only for paintings." "There's no reason for that." "It's fine if you pay for her. But you're not a generous person." "Who says I'm not?" I acted bravely again, "I'll pay for her!" "Thank you." She looked at me and smiled. This look is very familiar, as if she always has this look every time she wants to draw something. Did she see something in me again?Don't you know that I'm a brave person? I suddenly realized that I only had more than one hundred yuan left on me, which was not enough to pay for coffee for two people. "You wait." I stood up, "I'll go out for a while." When he was about to open the store door, the boss' voice came from behind, "You only have four minutes." "What?" I turned around. "It takes me four minutes to grind the beans until the coffee is ready. If you don't come back before this coffee is ready, I'll drink it myself." "Are you joking?" "Start." The boss turned to grind the coffee beans. I rushed out of the store. If you stop at a zebra crossing with a red light on, there are still 12 seconds before the green light turns on. The green light finally came on. I walked forward quickly, rushed across the road, passed a trash can, and ran seven or eight steps to the right. Then he passed her red car, entered the arcade, ran past five stores, and came to the cash machine. Taking a breath, he took out his wallet, pulled out his bank card, put it in the cash machine, entered his password, and received two thousand yuan. Wait for the cash machine to count the banknotes, take the banknotes, put away the financial card, and put it back in the wallet. For all running movements, do it again in the opposite direction. "How long?" I asked out of breath as soon as I opened the store door. "Three minutes and forty-six seconds," said the boss. I breathed a sigh of relief, walked back to my seat, and sat down. "Are you parking illegally too?" She smiled and handed me a tissue from the table. "I..." I was speechless, took the tissue from her, and began to wipe my sweat. "I'm going to start drawing." After speaking, he picked up the pen and spread out the drawing book. I stopped wiping my sweat. The air suddenly smelled of tranquility again, and I didn't even dare to breathe hard. The gaze that was originally looking at her slowly retracted, and turned to the window, fearing that it would disturb her. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the boss putting the coffee on the table, turned his head quickly, and made a "shh" gesture with his index finger lightly touching his lips. The boss even compared me to the same gesture. When he turned back to the bar, his steps were light and steady, it seemed that his lightness kung fu was not bad. "The painting is finished." She picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, her expression first surprised and then proud. "When Guan Yu was just a fledgling, the wine was still warm. When I finished painting, the coffee was still hot." "This is a description from The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but in fact Sun Jian, the father of Sun Quan, killed Hua Xiong." "Yes." She opened her eyes wide and blinked, "Will this damage my strength?" "No." I smiled, "You are still as good." "Thank you." She smiled happily, reversed the painting, and gently pushed it in front of me. I saw a boat with a dolphin sticking out its tongue, seeming to be struggling to swim. "Why do dolphins stick out their tongues?" "Because I'm tired." "tired?" "Dolphins like to swim and play around boats. But if they encounter a big boat or a boat that is moving fast, won't the dolphins who insist on swimming around the boat get tired and panting?" "So what is the subject of this painting?" "Be brave." Sure enough, I was spotted by her again. "This picture can be worth 9 cups." The boss suddenly appeared next to us again. "Then let's have 8 cups," she said. "Huh?" The boss raised his eyebrows, as if surprised that she didn't bargain. "Because it can only be an even number." She smiled and pointed at me, "In this way, I can be one and half with this brave dolphin." The boss looked at us and said, "Okay." "Scientists..." she said as she tidied up her things. "I should go." "Ok." "Don't be too aggressive in the future, it will be very tiring." She put away her things and stood up. "it is good." "Then tomorrow..." She dragged out her voice, "See you?" "This..." "Have you forgotten the arrogance that people who study science should have?" "Okay." I patted my chest, "See you tomorrow." "You're being brave again." She waved her hand and said, "Bye-Bye." The bell on the handle sounded excited rather than sharp as she opened the door to leave. As soon as she left, I immediately got up and walked to the bar to pay. "You should come here often in the future." The boss said. "why?" "If you are here, her drawing will be better." "Really?" I thought for a while, "You are cheaper, and I come here often." "Okay." He didn't even think about it. "Really?" I was a little skeptical. "If you can make her happy, I'd spend my whole life making coffee for you." After finishing speaking, the boss turned around to wash the dishes. When I opened the shop door, the bell on the doorknob sounded, but confused.