Chapter 3 (3) Sweet-scented osmanthus tea

People in the small town lived very leisurely, from noon to three or four in the afternoon, there were not many people on the street.When I came out of the Cantonese restaurant, I went to Anya's flower shop to sit for a while. There is always music in the flower shop.Anya's laptop stores a lot of MP3 music, most of which are country music, as well as Disney cartoon music, classical guitar, saxophone, bagpipe, zither, erhu, some rock and blues, and even opera fragments. "Would you like coffee or tea?" "Tea." "It's fine. If you want coffee, you'll have to make it yourself. I can't make coffee." She pointed at a sackcloth packet of Colombian coffee beans, sticking her tongue out at me.

She became more and more frank, but I became more and more curious. She is very good at playing with purple sand tea sets.She can't make coffee, but the bag of coffee beans comes from the best coffee bean producing area in the world.The mouth of the bag had never been removed, and a pair of jade beads were tied to the drawstring, as if it was going to be placed there for decoration, and there was no intention of taking it apart. All the flowers, trees, beams and pillars in the store are all through her painstaking efforts, and she also learns French, but rather than saying that she intends to take root here, it is better to say that no matter where she is in the world, she seems to only care about it. Keep such a self and such a paradise.But those souvenirs and geography books from all over the world tell me that this quiet and delicate girl in front of me can also move like a rabbit.

Green tea, with a hint of sweetness and sweetness. "My hometown is a tea town. My sister always sends me sweet-scented osmanthus tea that I smoked. Do you think it tastes good?" "It's delicious! You're so happy. I'm going out, and it's good to have a teabag." I greedily inhaled the fragrance. "The people who come to you to buy flowers are really happy." "Heh, the flower shop has been here for several months. You are the first one to sit here and drink my tea." She flicked the purple sand teapot with her fingers. I looked at her, "And I don't buy flowers."

We looked at each other and smiled. She gently blows the foam floating on the teacup, "Yes. You know? Seeing you come in, I seem to see myself in the past; I also wore a simple and smooth cotton sundress at that time, and I carried a backpack There is a cartoon pull ring that I like hanging from the top, and I have short hair... I am also a little tired and lonely, but I don’t seem to be wandering enough..." I put down the glass.At this moment, I also have a feeling of being moved.The fear and anxiety in my blood seem to be born with me, but a stable job can't calm me down, I choose to wander... The loneliness that often strikes me makes me afraid, but I yearn for the freedom of loneliness... Go I have visited many places and experienced a lot, but whether I read thousands of books or travel thousands of miles, I just become more and more afraid of looking at myself, afraid of facing the growing contradictions in my heart.This girl named Anya told me, come on, look at yourself, look at the journey, look at life...

"At the age of 22, I was adopted by my aunt who was widowed in Switzerland. My aunt wanted to train me to be a famous lady, but I found an excuse that I wanted to study fashion design, and slipped to New York to live an unfettered life. I The behavior is absolutely conservative, but in terms of thinking, I don't like any constraints. I have traveled a lot alone; sometimes with friends, but more often alone... Time flies very quickly. I used to make travel notes , but the notes became more and more like a geography book, so I stopped. Maybe I was too young at that time, and my ability to understand the world was still limited?" Anya gave me some tea, held her chin, and smiled, "One day, In that way, I walked into the cafe and asked the waiter for a cup of hot water to make my tea. He came over and said that he was suddenly moved..."

The tea is exhausted, but there is still a refreshing fragrance in the purple sand cup.In the air, filled with John Denver's affection: You fill up my senses Like the night in the forest Like the mountains in springtime Like walking in the rain .... Come let me love you Let me give my life to you Let me drown in your laughter Let me die in your arm… I saw her eyes were wet.