Chapter 5 satisfy

With a "bang", I hit the corner of the table.There was also a rapid rattling sound as the table legs rubbed against the ground. There were no other guests at that table, and there were no cups or plates on the table. So the table was just terrified, but my lower back was sore. I supported my waist with my right hand, opened the door with my left hand, and rushed across the road. But when I ran across the road and looked around, I didn't see her car! I didn't spend too much time hesitating, pressing my right hand on my aching waist, I jogged around while searching. After going back and forth several times, there was still no sign of her red car.

I had to sneak behind the policeman, maybe he could help me find the red car. Because in my impression, the police in Taiwan can always easily find any illegally parked cars. But what should I do or say if the police spot the red car? While thinking, the policeman just turned around. As soon as his eyes came into contact with me, he seemed to be taken aback, his body suddenly bent, and his right hand quickly moved to his waist to draw his gun. I was taken aback too. We confronted each other for a few seconds before he straightened up and said, "Don't put your hands on your waist casually next time."

Then he turned his head and walked on. I was very puzzled at first, and wanted to say to him: Sir, my back hurts, can't I? After thinking about it carefully, I realized that he should have thought that my right hand was placed on my waist, as if I was about to draw a gun. I secretly cried out for danger, breaking out in a cold sweat. Not long after, the police got in the car and left, but I still didn't see the red car. Still pressing my waist with my right hand, I walked slowly back into the cafe. When I opened the door with my left hand, the boss glanced at me. "Your car is gone." I told her as soon as I sat down.

"I didn't drive here today." "Huh?" I was surprised. "I was going to say just now: I sprained my foot, so I didn't drive here today. Who knew that before I finished speaking, you ran out in a hurry." "What?" I straightened up, pulled my waist, and couldn't help moaning, "Oh." "Does it hurt to hit the table?" "It's okay." I turned my head and pointed at the table I bumped into, "You hit that table too." "Well, I remember." I can't help but think back to the first time she bumped into my desk.

But, why did she not look in pain at all at that time? "Huh? I remember that you didn't seem to be injured at the time?" "Yes." "Why is this happening?" "Because running is also an art." "What are you talking about?" "Have you ever seen an African antelope running?" "Saw it on TV." "They're all running and jumping, aren't they?" "yes." "I think the antelope's running method is beautiful, so I just learned to run like this." She smiled happily, "So you hit your waist, and I hit your butt."

"No way?" "You must never have imagined that art is not only a kind of beauty, but also prevents sports injuries." "..." I rubbed my waist, and the more I rubbed it, the more it hurt. I wanted to pick up the cup with my left hand and drink coffee. But the boss came out of nowhere, reached out and took away the coffee in front of me. "Hi." I looked up and said, "I haven't finished my drink yet." "The coffee is cold," he said. "Who stipulates that you can't drink coffee when it's cold? I just want to drink cold coffee now."

"I'll help you get a hot cup." "Change?" I was curious, "Doesn't it cost money?" "No." He looked at me, "You still insist on drinking cold coffee?" "Are you kidding me? Of course the coffee should be hot." I said, "Go make it, I'll wait for you." "Does it still hurt?" After the boss left, I was surprised when I met her gaze. I know her eyes are soft and soft, but in some abstract sense, the direction of her eyes is always downward. It is a careful look, a look that observes or receives information carefully.

Although this kind of gaze is focused and can see anything clearly, it does not need to be emotional. But now, in an abstract sense, her eyes are directed upwards. Although this kind of eyes is also very focused, they often can't see things clearly because they are often affected by emotions. For example, if you look down at a rainy day in an abstract sense, you can see water drops under the eaves and ripples on the ground; but your upward gaze is always blurred. My personality is that if a girl expresses concern in front of me, I don't know how to react. "Hey, does it still hurt?" Seeing that I didn't respond, she asked again.

"Hmm." I frowned. "Why are you running?" "Because..." I thought for a long time, and finally decided to give up, "I don't know." "That's a very straightforward answer." "yes." "Thank you." "Why are you thanking me?" "Because..." She also thought about it for a long time, and finally said, "I don't know." "That's a very straightforward answer." "Yes." I smiled at her first, then turned my head and looked in the direction of the bar. Maybe the boss can show up at the right time to resolve the situation where neither she nor I know what to say.

But he fumbled here and there at the bar, as if he hadn't started making coffee yet. As I turned my head back, she pushed a painting in front of me. "I drew this when you ran out just now." I looked down and saw a figure on the drawing paper running across the road with his back to me. His right hand was pressed against his waist, and the fingers of his left hand were bent into a hook and stuck to his eyebrows, as if he was watching. The direction of running is not the same as the direction of looking, and the line of sight has to be shifted to the right. It doesn't take much thinking to know that the person in the painting is me.

"The lines on the back seem to be very hard." I pointed to the painting and said. "Because you are very attentive and persistent." "Why are there three curved lines on the side of the back?" "It means you're in pain." After finishing speaking, she laughed. I suddenly felt as if I had done something stupid, and my face was slightly hot. "Aren't you going to ask me the name of this painting?" "Probably impulsive fools or easily hurt men or something." I turned my eyes away from the painting, and didn't want to let the topic stay on this painting. "No." She said, "This painting is called Satisfaction." "Satisfied?" My heart trembled, and my eyes returned to the painting. "Well. To me, that's contentment." I looked up at her, but her eyes stayed on the painting. "I didn't know why you ran out in such a hurry, but when you followed the police, I knew what you were doing. After knowing it, I was very moved." "Then why is it called satisfaction?" "Before you can be satisfied, you have to be touched first." She raised her head and said with a smile, "And it's hard to have long-term satisfaction, and satisfaction is usually only a momentary thing." "moment?" "Well. I feel that after being moved, I will feel satisfied if I am not careful." She said: "Because it was only a moment, so I immediately picked up the pen and drew this picture." "Hmm..." Although I think the title of the painting is Satisfied, it's a bit far-fetched, but I can't make sense of it. "Do you think it's inappropriate to call this painting Satisfaction?" "Hmm." I nodded. "Actually, I just drew this moment to remind myself that I was satisfied." She smiled, "And I don't want you to do this for me again, or get hurt again. Since I think this is enough, why? Can't it be called satisfaction?" I looked at her, and came into contact with that kind of gaze that was directed upwards in an abstract sense. I suddenly felt that I did not do something stupid, but something symbolic. It's just that this symbolic meaning is still very abstract at present. Although I know that this incident cannot represent anything, there must be some kind of power that makes me do this. If I know what this power is, I can know why I do what I do and what the symbolism of doing it is. Then this symbolic meaning is no longer abstract, but can be described concretely. My personality is that if I feel that something is abstract, I will say something that no one can understand. "I should go." She packed up her things and stood up. "Are your feet okay?" "It doesn't matter." She took a few steps, "Look, it's normal." I looked at the way she was walking, it was just a little unnatural, so I nodded. "Do you want to see the antelope running?" "Hey! Don't be kidding me." "Hehe." She laughed twice, "I'm leaving, Bye-Bye." After she left, I continued to think about what the so-called abstract symbolic meaning is. "Here comes the coffee." The boss put the coffee in front of me, and I was startled. Then he actually sat down across from me, and I was startled again. "For me, she likes to drink my coffee, that's satisfaction," he said. "yes?" "So I didn't force anything extra, did I?" I looked at him, didn't quite understand what he was saying, and didn't answer. After finishing my coffee, I left the cafe and walked into the MRT station. Looking at these people coming and going at a close distance, you can feel their desire to pursue. Perhaps among them, some people often have a moment of satisfaction, but it is always fleeting. Just like the painting in "Pursuit", there are too many things to pursue, and satisfaction may be just a momentary touch when you just grab something. It seems that it is impossible to obtain long-term satisfaction. "And if you really want to have a feeling of satisfaction, it is also a desire to pursue." Thinking of what she said, and thinking that I am the same as these shuttlers, I can't help but sigh secretly. No, actually I could be different.Because she also said: "If you feel happy in the process of pursuing, then what you pursue, or whether you pursue it, is not so important." Thinking of this, I finally laughed. I just arrived at my station, got out of the car in a hurry, and then looked back at the people who were taken away by the train again. I suddenly found that I seemed to be able to read some of their feelings. Whether these cans contained fruit, fish or meat, I could already vaguely see. I ran home quickly, entered the room, and turned on the computer. The eyes of the crowd at the MRT station, like the eyes of Xiao Xi, Ying Man, and Snake Woman, are all very hard and persistent in their pursuit of something. The eyes of Dadong and Ms. Cao were less forceful, but more joyful. As for the girl studying art, although I don't quite know what she is after; But if she is pictured in the "pursuit" picture, I believe she must be smiling. I tapped the keyboard very hard to make Yishu and Kexue grow bigger and bigger. If the characters in reality live like this, then the same is true for the characters in the novel? And what about the satisfaction that everyone gets from being moved? The best-selling author feels satisfied drinking a cup of expensive coffee while on vacation in a five-star hotel; Construction workers are also satisfied when they drink a bowl of bean curd at a roadside cold water stand after a day of work. The identity and status of writers and workers are different, and the price and taste of coffee and bean curd are also different, but the feeling of satisfaction is the same, and it does not vary from person to person. There is no reason that whoever has a higher status and earns more money will have a greater sense of satisfaction. "Borrow the cup." I was concentrating on the world of Yishu and Kexue, when I heard a voice suddenly, I was startled. Looking back, I was even more startled when I saw Snake pointing at the cup on the table. "Oh." I stood up quickly, with a flustered expression, "Please." "I saw your door was open, so I came in." She flicked some ash into my cup. "This is a drinking cup, not an ashtray." "If there is an ashtray, do I still need to borrow a cup from you?" "This……" "People who write novels can't be stingy, otherwise the structure of the stories they write will not be big enough." The snake girl looked at me with a cigarette in her mouth: "What? Is it because you don't want to lend me the cup?" "I'm willing, of course I'm willing. It doesn't matter if I give you the cup." My personality is that if others say that I am stingy, I will be so generous that it is almost unreasonable. Snake walked around my room, and finally fixed her eyes on the computer screen and asked, "What's the name of your novel?" I moved the mouse, pointing to the first page of the file, and asked her to read the title. "Yi Shu and Ke Xue?" She raised her head and blew out a smoke ring, "You really are not a professional screenwriter." "Ok?" "If she's named Kexue, then she should be in good health, at least she doesn't have tuberculosis." "why?" "Because there may be such a dialogue: Ke Xue, why are you coughing up blood? Ke Xue! Stop coughing up blood!" She laughed loudly, "The actor who said these dialogues must want to kill the screenwriter." I was a little embarrassed to be complained about by her, and my scalp started to tingle. "A cup of milk tea costs 15 yuan, but Earl Gray milk tea costs 35 yuan; royal milk tea costs 50 yuan." The snake girl raised her head and blew a smoke ring, "It's also milk tea, God knows if there is any difference in taste. But with different names, the price is very different. " "What do you want to say?" "Stupid." Snake Girl glared at me, "So, naming is very important." "Huh?" When I sat down and was about to turn off the computer, I suddenly stood up as if thinking of something, "Why did you come to my house?" "Hey, your reaction is too slow." Snake flicked some soot into the cup again, "I've been here for so long, and I talked to you for a while, and you're asking now." "Oh." I scratched my head, feeling a little confused. "Guess why I'm here?" Snake said, "But use your imagination." I thought about it for a few seconds, and then said, "It should be Dadong who called you over to discuss things." "It's the right answer, but it's not the answer that comes from using your imagination." "Imagination?" "Yeah." Snake girl lit another cigarette, "I don't have imagination, how can I be a screenwriter?" "What is the answer to imagination?" "It is an answer that is difficult for ordinary people to guess, but it is reasonable. In this way, readers will not only have unexpected surprises during the story, but also feel suddenly enlightened." "That's right." "Hmm." The snake girl raised her head and blew a smoke ring, then asked again, "Why am I here?" "Well..." I thought for a while, "Since you saw me last time, you couldn't help falling in love with me, so you came to see me specially under the pretense of discussing things with Dadong." "That's a good answer." She took down the cigarette in her mouth, held the cigarette between her fingers, and pointed the cigarette butt at me, "You are really a child." The sound of the door opening came from the living room, and the snake girl frowned and said, "The white-eyed man is here." "Who?" "You have seen it too, a guy with a head and a pig's brain." "Oh." I knew she was talking about Eagle Man, "You haven't seen it yet, how do you know it's him?" "Some people are like poop, you don't need to see it to smell it." "Hello!" Hawkman's voice came from the living room, "I heard it!" "Hey." The snake girl laughed a few times, raised her head and blew out a smoke ring, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Let's go out." Snake took my cup and walked out of my room. Snake Girl and I walked to the living room, Ying Man and Dadong were sitting on the sofa, Ying Man glared at Snake Girl. Snake walked over to Eagle Man as if nothing had happened, put the cup on the low table, and sat down. Then she took a deep breath of the cigarette, and slowly exhaled it in front of Yingnan. Yingnan waved the smoke in front of his eyes with his right hand and said loudly, "Hey!" Snake smiled, shrugged, and threw the cigarette into the glass, the water in the glass extinguished the cigarette butt. "The producer called me just now, and he said..." Dadong started to speak, but kept his tail. Sure enough, Eagle Man and Snake Girl turned their heads to listen at the same time. "He said all three of our cases passed." "yeah!" Hawkman and Snakewoman yelled at the same time, and turned to face each other, clasping their hands tightly. I was about to sit down, but when I saw this scene, my body froze in mid-air. Their eyes should convey a message of satisfaction.At least for this moment. This should be the satisfaction of suddenly grasping something that has been pursuing for a long time. "Hey, why are you holding my hand?" Snake Girl glared at Eagle Man. "It was you who caught me!" After Ying Man finished speaking, he shook off his grasping hand, looked down at the palm of his hand, "Wow! My hand will rot!" "What did you say?" Snake Girl stood up with her hands on her hips. "Don't bicker." Dadong said, "But my script is in a rush, so you guys help me finish it first, and then finish your own script." After the snake girl and the eagle man finished listening, they both nodded, looked at each other, and stopped talking. "Such good news, should I treat you to dinner?" I said. "Have you eaten yet?" Snake Girl seemed curious. "Ok." "Do you know what time it is?" Snake Girl asked again. I looked at my watch, it was past ten o'clock, I was shocked, I thought it was only around eight o'clock. "Then I'll go eat by myself, and you guys chat slowly." "Hello." The Snake Girl stopped me, "Why haven't you eaten so late?" "I was just writing a novel and forgot the time." "That's the right answer. But I want to know the imaginative answer." "Hmm..." I thought as I walked back to my room to get my coat, and when I walked out of the room, I said, "I knew you would come, so I'll wait for you. I can't eat until I see you." "Very good." Snake took out a cigarette and lit it, "Keep using your imagination." "Imagination?" Eagle Man shook his head, "What's the use of that?" "You know what a fart." The snake girl looked at the eagle man sideways. "I don't understand." Eagle Man squeaked, and continued, "But no matter what kind of imagination I use, I can't imagine you as a beautiful woman." "Say it again." The snake girl bit off the cigarette in her mouth, and then spit out half of the smoke in her mouth. "I'm leaving." I tried very hard to escape from the imminent conflict. I was walking on the street, because I didn't feel hungry, so I just walked. Thinking of the satisfied expressions of the snake girl and the eagle boy just now, I am very envious. Will Snake and Hawk remember, in retrospect, a momentary sense of fulfillment they had? I can't help but think carefully about the trajectory of my life, as if I can't remember a time when I was satisfied. Maybe there is, but I don’t remember it now, or I don’t feel it when it happened. But whether you don't remember or don't feel it, it's a sad thing. And when searching for past memories, I unexpectedly found many sad things and some happy things. I still remember that sad feeling; But the feeling of happiness has long been forgotten, and I only remember that I was happy at that time. It's better to stop thinking about it quickly, if you think about it, you might want to jump off the building. As for gratification, just try to write it down when it happens in the future. Thinking of this, I envy the girl who studies art, because she can draw satisfaction. In this way, at least there will be evidence that he has been satisfied. After sighing at the night sky, it was already 12 o'clock. Turn around and walk back the same way. As soon as the door was opened, it happened that Eagle Man and Snake Woman were leaving too. "It's just in time for you to come back." The snake girl returned my cup to me, "I made you a cup of tea." "What kind of tea is this?" I looked at the dark brown liquid in the cup. "If it's the answer of imagination, it's Pu'er tea." The snake girl walked out the door after finishing speaking. "What about the correct answer?" I chased out the door and reached the elevator. "Cause of nicotine and tar mixed in water." The voice of the snake girl came from the elevator that was about to close. After pointing the middle finger to the elevator, I went to the kitchen to scrub the cup vigorously to avoid the smell of smoke in the future drinking water. Dadong has already returned to his room to catch up on the manuscript, leaving me alone in the empty living room. My stomach started to feel hungry at this time, so I had to make a bowl of noodles to satisfy my hunger. Waiting for the time to get acquainted, and thinking that I should have some vision for the future in order to live a more fulfilling life. Unfortunately, I have deep myopia and can't see very far. After eating instant noodles, as the saying goes: full stomach, empty mind, so no longer cranky. After returning to the room and hiding under the blanket, he began to concentrate on sleeping. When it comes to sleeping, I've always been very patient. In other words, I can sleep for more than ten hours without getting bored. So when I woke up, it was already afternoon. I was in a daze for two minutes, and after waiting for my head to warm up, I confirmed that today is Saturday and I don't have to go to work. That girl who studies art should go to the cafe, right? I jumped out of bed, and without delay, headed out to take the MRT to the coffee shop. When I opened the door and walked in, the boss ignored me as usual. "Today is Saturday." The boss said when he brought the coffee. "I know." I looked up, "And then?" "You must not have come for my coffee." "Of course." After the boss glanced at me, he turned and walked towards the bar. "But..." Hearing me speak again, the boss stopped.I went on to say: "The coffee you brew is really delicious, and it should rank among the top ten in Taiwan." The boss didn't turn around again, just paused, and then said, "Don't expect me to say thank you." "Never mind." I shrugged, "The coffee is good so I should tell the truth, it's the truth; But you are cold to me so I don't want to praise you, it's human.I am a person who studies science. When truth and human feelings conflict, I always stand on the side of truth. " I took out a blank piece of paper and tried to think of some plots to pass the time waiting for her. When she can't concentrate, she looks up from the window, at the bar, and at the "reserved" sign on her desk. I found that there are quite a few customers in this cafe, but I never noticed it before. I should have seen the faces of these people, but I felt neither familiar nor strange. Shouldn't I be like her, unable to judge the difference of each person by face? Glancing at her desk again, she still didn't come. The color of the "Reserved" sign gradually changed from bright to dark, and finally suddenly turned golden yellow. I looked up and saw that the lights in the store were on, but the sky outside the window was dark. She shouldn't be here today. I got up to check out, leaving seven sheets of paper full of flying arrows on the table, but there was no word on the progress of the novel. The boss gave me a 20% discount. I said thank you, but he didn't respond. On the way back, I felt as if time had passed for a long time, and my pace became slower and slower. I just ran into Xiaoxi downstairs, and she was carrying a big bag of things in each hand. "Xiaoxi." I greeted, "What a coincidence." "Why do you keep calling me Xiaoxi?" She smiled and gave me the bag of things in her left hand. "this is?" "I'll cook something for Dadong to eat." "Is there my share?" "You have seen it all, can I invite you?" "This..." I was a little embarrassed. "Just kidding." She smiled again. As soon as we walked in, Xiaoxi started busying herself. Although Dadong walked out of the room, he sat in the living room and worked hard with the manuscript in his hand. I tried to go to the kitchen to help Xiaoxi, but she always shook her hand and pushed me back to the living room. I vaguely felt that Dadong was doing something wrong, but I couldn't tell why. It feels like in this scene, the boy should run to the kitchen and hug the girl's waist from behind, and then the girl giggled as if being tickled, picked up a piece of food with her hand and turned around, and the boy raised his head and ate it in one bite. She would ask, "Is it delicious?" He will answer: "Of course it is delicious, but you are the most delicious." She finally said coquettishly: "Damn it, you are necrotic." When I think of this, I get goosebumps all over my body. I swear never to have such a plot in my novel. Otherwise I must not be able to forgive myself, and my parents probably won't forgive me either. The family is unlucky, maybe my parents will think so. "It's time to eat." Xiaoxi's voice came. I stopped thinking about it, got up and walked to the kitchen. But Dadong had to wait until Xiaoxi called for the second time before slowly getting up. The meal was actually very hearty, and Xiaoxi's intentions could be seen. But Dadong didn't seem to concentrate on eating, and was even a little anxious. I can understand Dadong's eagerness to finish the draft, and I know he attaches great importance to this opportunity. But... But in the process of continuous pursuit, there should always be some satisfaction to support it. Dadong, temporarily throw away the manuscript in his head, and look at the dishes in front of him and Xiaoxi's sweat, how satisfying it will be, do you know? "I'm full." Dadong said. "Oh." Xiaoxi seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then asked, "Is it delicious?" "Yeah." Dadong just nodded and walked directly to the living room. Xiaoxi's right hand froze in mid-air, and the chopsticks were about to be put down?Or continue to add food? "The rice you cook is really delicious, and it should rank among the top ten in Taiwan." I said. "Oh." Xiaoxi recovered and smiled slightly, "Thank you." There was no Dadong on the table, and Xiaoxi and I quickly ended the meal in a tacit understanding. When I was about to pack the dishes, Xiaoxi pushed me into the living room again. Seeing that Dadong's eyes were still focused on the pile of manuscript paper, I couldn't help but say, "Hey, at least go wash the dishes." "Ah?" Dadong raised his head, his eyes were a little blank, "What did you say?" I compared the direction of the kitchen with my hand. "Wait a minute." Dadong said, "I'll talk about this scene after I've dealt with it." Then he lowered his head again, and he didn't raise his head until Xiaoxi finished washing the dishes and went back to the living room to sit down. "I'm leaving." Xiaoxi sat for a while, then said. "Shouldn't you stay a little longer?" Dadong finally raised his head again. "No need." Xiaoxi stood up, "Don't write too late, go to bed early." "Oh." Dadong only responded, but did not stand up. Xiaoxi hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked towards the door. She closed the door very gently, and the lingering sound of closing the door seemed to be very sad. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't bear it, so I got up and chased after Xiaoxi at the alley. "Is it really delicious?" Xiaoxi asked me. "Well." I said. We walked side by side, about ten steps, and she said, "Is it really tiring to write?" "Probably. My mind is often filled with words, and I can't hold anything anymore." "Oh." Xiaoxi slowed down, "Being the girlfriend of this kind of person must be even more tiring." I froze for a moment, glanced at her expression, and didn't answer. "I know that writing is very important to him. So I try to be considerate and tolerant. But..." Xiaoxi paused for a while before continuing: "But, I'm really tired. " I still didn't answer, because I felt that it was difficult for Xiaoxi to find a period in the sentence she was speaking at this time. "I just hope that during the holidays, he can accompany me, that's all." Xiaoxi turned to me and asked, "Is this considered selfish?" "Of course not," I said. Xiao Xi smiled as if thanking her, and said, "I will, try harder." "Ok?" "For Dadong now, the only thing left in the world is his script." Xiaoxi exhaled, "I will try my best to be considerate and not interfere with him." "Do you have a girlfriend now?" Xiaoxi suddenly asked after a few minutes of silence. "Not yet." "Is there anyone you like?" "It counts." "Then you are the happiest now." "Ok?" "Like is very simple, but being together is complicated." "Oh." I don't really know what Xiaoxi means. "Do you think Dadong would be better without me?" "of course not." "Maybe he thinks so." "Don't think about it." I understood the meaning of this sentence. Xiaoxi didn't answer, just walked slowly, stopped, looked up for a while, and said: "The sky without clouds is still the sky; the clouds without the sky are no longer clouds." Xiaoxi said something profound again. Frankly speaking, Xiaoxi is good at everything, but has a bad habit of saying profound words. After seeing Xiaoxi off, his mind was filled with Xiaoxi's voice again. These voices were still there when I turned on the computer and prepared to write Yishu and Kexue, and I couldn't send them away. I really want to chat with Dadong, but he has already hid in his room to write the script. Dadong once told me that people who write things are usually sensitive and easily influenced by subtle things. But why is it that people who write things are very good at detecting disturbances around them, but tend to ignore the subtle feelings of people around them? Could it be said that a writer can create a forest, but often loses the roses beside him? My mind was knotted again, and in the process of trying to untie the knot, I remembered the girl who studied art again. Why didn't she go to the cafe today? Some things don't necessarily have a reason to exist, but it's strange if they don't exist. And I found that without a conversation with her, not only would the progress of the novel stall, but even I would feel uncomfortable. Go to sleep, my bed has been waiting for me for a long time, I should have a good relationship with it. When I woke up, I found that it was still early, just after 12 o'clock. Although it's still a holiday, I'm really not in the mood to watch movies or go shopping. Reluctantly stay in front of the computer to write novels, but my mind seems to be constipated, and I still can't draw words. After fighting like a trapped beast for a long time, he finally exhausted his strength. Leaving the room, I went to the cafe again. As soon as he opened the door of the cafe, he froze. All tables were occupied except the one that was "reserved". When I didn't know what to do, the boss waved to me and motioned me to walk into the bar. I walked into the bar and the owner pointed to a sink and said, "Rinse those glasses." "Hey, I'm a guest!" "If you want to wait for her, stay here. Otherwise, go out and wander." Damn, the situation is stronger than people, so I had to take off my coat, roll up my sleeves, and wash the cups in the sink. "After washing, go and add water for the guests." The boss said again. I started to shuttle between inside and outside the bar, washing cups, clearing dishes, serving coffee and refilling water. The customers in the store today seem to be the kind of people who are full and have nothing to do, and they all hang on. After finally waiting for someone to wave at the bar, I immediately walked over and asked, "Do you want to pay?" "I want a refill." "No, it's not good to drink too much coffee." I said. "what?" "It's okay." I quickly put away the empty cup on the table, "Is the concentration still the same?" "Ok." Walking back to the bar, I suddenly felt that I was more than capable of serving as a waiter. Finally, a table of guests came to the bar to check out, the boss helped them check out, and I went to clear the table. "Go and sit." The boss pointed to the empty table. "No need." I was no longer in the mood to drink coffee, "I'll just wait here." The boss glanced at me and didn't speak. There was a "Dangdang" sound on the right, and I said, "Welcome." After I finished speaking, I was shocked that I was so devoted to the role of waiter. The guests came and went, the sunlight outside the window was getting weaker and weaker, but she still didn't come. "I'm going to turn on the light," said the boss. I glanced at the ash outside the window and said, "Let's go." After the boss turned on the light, he went to the only table with customers and said, "Sorry, we close early today." After the guests left, the boss locked the door and said to me, "I'll cook something for you." "What are you cooking?" I asked. "Pig feet." "I do not want to eat." "Do you not want to eat the same kind?" "Hey." "If my coffee can be ranked in the top ten in Taiwan, then my pig's knuckles can be ranked in the top three." "Then let's cook." I randomly chose a table and sat down. After a while, the boss brought two plates of pig's feet and sat opposite me. Without any pleasantries or formalities, he and I started to eat pig's feet. "it's getting dark." "I know." "She won't be here today." "I know." "I'll still be open tomorrow." "I know." "A pig has four legs." "I know!" She was already upset enough before I waited, and I didn't want to say any more unnutritious dialogue. When I hurriedly finished eating the pig's feet and was about to leave, my tongue remembered the smell of the pig's feet just now. “The pork knuckles are really delicious.” "I know." "It should be no problem to rank in the top three in Taiwan." "I know." Open the store door, it is already dark. Both the boss and I know a lot of things, but we probably don't know why she didn't come. When I got home, I was not in the mood to write or talk at all. Sitting in the living room and watching TV all night, almost all the commercials are memorized. After dozing off, he slowly walked back to the room to sleep. After waking up, I realized that I had to show the service proposal to the boss today. I still had a little bit to finish, so I had to cheer up. As soon as he entered the company, he saw Ms. Cao and immediately said, "Morning." My gestures and voice should be very chic, I learned it from the mobile phone advertisement on TV last night. After walking two steps, suddenly there was singing... "How to make you hear me, after you turn around. It's not that I don't speak, it's just that it's not yet time. Every minute, I live only for you; At the last minute, you couldn't stay for me. Devil, I am willing to use the last of my life in exchange for his turning back for a moment. " Miss Cao is singing?