Chapter 12 twelve

"Let me persevere again today." "What is your persistence today?" 』 "Because you finally made me feel what it's like for the bartender to make the last cup of Irish coffee for the stewardess, so I insist on the treat." "What kind of mood is it?" 』 "The despair of missing. Missing is different from trains. Missing always has only one direction. Irish coffee can be passed down, but he will never be able to make her understand his painstaking efforts." "Who do you miss? 』 "A careful man." It was my turn not to speak.

"I'm sorry..." We were silent for a long time at the same time before she spoke: "I just forgot to cry for you." She picked up the empty Irish coffee cup and stared blankly for a while. "It's the last cup of Irish coffee, why am I so careless?" Suddenly, her tears welled up and dripped from the green Irish meadows into the cup of Irish coffee. Then use the index finger of your right hand to draw a circle on the mouth of the Irish coffee cup with tears in your eyes. Round and round. When she drew the fifth circle, she raised her head and said with tears in her eyes:

"Farewell." "Farewell. ’ I followed suit. We didn't say Goodbye. Back in Tainan, continue to work and live regularly. There is no fixed day of business trip every week, which is particularly dull. Occasionally, I always try to find Irish coffee when I go to a coffee shop with my colleagues. Just order if you have it, forget it if you don’t have it. Even if you order Irish coffee, it's usually just that the ingredients are similar. In other words, for many cafes, Irish coffee means whiskey and coffee. Some even add brandy instead. Not to mention the Irish coffee cup with "Irish Coffee" printed on it.

Winter is almost over, and so is the best season for drinking Irish coffee. And is it time to start missing Irish coffee season?Or should it end? Irish coffee and her, what do I like best? I don't seem to be able to tell the difference in my feelings for the two, just as I can't tell the difference between a bodhi tree and a phoenix tree. If Irish coffee could be both a cocktail and a coffee; So can I like Irish coffee and her at the same time? Just after the Lunar New Year, several colleagues met at Zhiben Hot Spring in Taitung. On the way back, I ordered Irish coffee at a cafe near Taitung Railway Station.

The cup is right, the aroma is right, and even the taste is right. It's just that the boss is an obese middle-aged man in his forties. I seem to be able to tell the difference between her and Irish coffee. As I drank it, I was reminded of my old days drinking Irish coffee at "Yeats". After drinking, the alcohol not only burned the belly, but also burned the heart. There seemed to be a kind of liquid rushing from the corner of the eye, sliding down the cheek, and flowing into the mouth. A little salty and a little sour. Like her, I finally tasted the taste of longing fermentation.

I can't wait for Thursday to come, and I don't need to wait for Thursday to come. Missing doesn't have eyes at all, and when the tide of yearning strikes, it doesn't pick the time and place. After work, I caught the last flight from Tainan to Taipei and arrived in Taipei. There was still some time before 12 midnight, so I stood under the linden tree at the entrance of the alley and waited. Well, I finally got it right, no longer calling it a phoenix tree. I pushed open the "Yeats" door and shut the cold out. She was holding a rag and lowered her head to wipe the bar.

"Welcome." She didn't look up. I went to the bar and sat down. "Do you still like to use the trick of wiping down the bar?" 』 She trembled slightly, and suddenly stopped wiping. raised his head. "Would you like some tea or coffee?" "coffee. 』 "What kind of coffee would you like?" "Irish coffee. 』 "Why did you come to Taipei again?" "Because I want a cup of Irish coffee. 』 "Need more tears?" "no need. 』 "Why?" "Because I finally know what it's like to miss someone. 』

"Who do you miss?" "A serious and persistent person. 』 She raised her head and tried to reach the Irish coffee cup hanging above the bar with trembling hands. But I couldn't take it down. I finally crossed the bar that had been blocking us and walked into the bar. Squeezing her hand lightly, he helped her down two Irish coffee mugs. jht. on March 22, 2000