Chapter 2 two

The café is bright, but not flashy, and the air doesn't smell of smoke. Many cafes often save electricity bills due to poor management, making the light very dark. I used to bump into the corner of the table in this kind of cafe. There used to be a cafe in Tainan that lit candles, which not only saves electricity, It is not easy for guests to notice a small cockroach floating on the coffee. The proprietress will also secretly smile when checking out, just like the grandma in the movie "A Chinese Ghost Story". While waiting for the waiter to bring the Menu, I took a little look at the store's furnishings.

The space inside the bar is quite large, but there are only four seats at the side of the bar. There are only four tables in the room, and I sit at the farthest place from the bar, facing the bar. Sitting in front of me on the left was a man and woman of inappropriate age, who looked intimate like a couple. The man looks ten years older than me, and I look ten years older than the girl. There were no customers at the bar. "Please wait a little longer." A very soft voice came from the bar, I looked at her and smiled apologetically at her. I nodded and continued to let my gaze wander.

On the wall to my left was a charcoal portrait of what appeared to be a Western man in his mid-thirties. He has a slender face, wears a suit and a big bow tie, and his hair is slightly curly and parted to the left, which is tied to his ears. Since the light comes from the left, the right face is dark, and the left eye is just covered by the shadow of bangs. In other words, I couldn't see his eyes clearly. But strangely, I can still feel the heroism and melancholy in the eyes. His eyes seem to be looking directly at what looks like a framed poster on the right wall. I tilted my head slightly to the left and saw it read:

Cast a cold Eye On Life, on Death Horseman, pass by! Hmm...well written, I just don't know why I have to read it with only one eye. Why not Cast cold Eyes, One eye On Life, One eye On Death? At a glance, it is more fair. It seems that it is not good, so it becomes a yin and yang eye. "Sorry to keep you waiting." There was a little coffee aroma on the waitress's body, and it diffused lightly along with the hem of her clothes. "Would you like some tea or coffee?" She asked with a smile while holding two menus, and it was the same person as the voice from the bar.

She is about 25 years old, wearing a brown apron, wearing a pair of purple frame glasses. One menu is dark brown, the other is light brown, also printed with green "Yeats". "I only drink coffee. 』 She froze for a moment, then handed over the dark brown Menu and waited with a smile. Generally, I order more common coffees such as Blue Mountain, Mandheling, and Brazil. When latte (Latte) first became popular, I also ordered it once. Later, if the milk flavor is too strong, I will not repeat the same mistakes. When I was about to order Blue Mountain, I suddenly noticed the third from the bottom of the Menu, which read:

"Irish coffee - served after 12pm". I was very curious, so I changed my words: "Irish coffee. 』 She seemed startled, and then said cheerfully: "Good choice." This heightened my curiosity, and I watched her walk into the bar. She gently rolled up her sleeves, pushed up her glasses, and smoothed a handful of hair behind her ears with her right hand. She carefully selected a glass that looked like a wine glass from the glasses hanging above the bar. Then he took a wine bottle and poured some wine into it, the color of the wine was slightly amber. I ordered coffee. Does she not understand Chinese?

She suddenly raised her head and smiled at me, facing me suspiciously, I was a little embarrassed. I had no choice but to turn my attention back to the portrait of the middle-aged man. He is really a handsome man. If I work harder and accumulate virtue in this life, I may have a skin as good as his in my next life. But usually handsome men don't have a very happy life. From this point of view, I'm a very happy person. The walls are clean, with no frills except for pictures and poems. The color of the wallpaper is like the yellow of dry earth, and a little lighter. It seems to be covered with a pattern of three-petaled green leaves, which are on both walls.

"Sir, your Irish coffee." The waitress placed a round paper pad, and the same three green leaves grew on the white paper. She carefully removed the coffee from the tray and placed it on the round paper pad. "Please don't stir it! And drink it while it's hot. But be careful not to burn your mouth." She smiled and explained, putting the tray into the armpit of her left hand. I froze for a moment, and before I opened my mouth to ask why, she reminded me: "Remember."