Chapter 5 (5) Cafe that day

——Excerpt from Anya's notes You don't need to write down the date, do you?What I want to write about is that day.Even if I forget my name, I can't forget that day. I'm a little scared of being in New York.Aunt sent money again.The phone followed suit.She went to Mexico and didn't hear from her for a week, which made her angry.I can't imagine what would happen if I let her know that I didn't go to school here at all, but went to work illegally to earn money and go to various places to see the scenery.Alas, I just have to be patient and be nagged by her again: How beautiful my ancestors were in the family of scholars and officials. Although I am a daughter, I am the hope of her and my parents... I don't like going to school, and I don't want to enter the boarding house arranged by her School, I really don't want to!Alas, I don't want much.It is also a luxury to rent a small apartment as your own home and give yourself a little freedom and autonomy!

Maybe I'm too heartless?After receiving the sweet-scented osmanthus tea from my sister, I felt that being cared for was a happy thing.My nostalgia and nostalgia seem to be only on the light mist rising from the sweet-scented osmanthus tea.God forgive me! There are special air tickets online to the West Coast, which are very cheap.I went. Teresa left without a word; the landlord said she went to Canada the day before yesterday!I said why I haven't seen her in Microsoft Messenger these days.It's my fault too, I only sent an email and didn't call! Wandering the streets mindlessly.I saw a cafe decorated in an antique style, very luxurious, but never gaudy.I feel thirsty; the sweet-scented osmanthus tea in my bag seems to be smelling.

I don't know if you can get boiled water in such a place; but, such a good place should not disappoint the guests, right? When I asked for a pot of hot water, the waiter seemed frightened and looked at me blankly.I feel a little embarrassed, but I've already come in, and it's a place that can provide hot drinks. It's not too much to ask for water, right?I can even pay them for coffee - at that moment, I'm craving tea!I explained that it's not that their coffee is bad, but that I want to drink tea, and I really like to sit in such a tasteful shop of theirs.He finally nodded and said he could prepare some for me.

While waiting for the water to be brought up, I saw a man approaching me; "You know what?" Don't know how I'd impress him; got off the plane and got here unwashed, unkempt and scruffy.Somehow, though, I was willing to believe his words and be moved by them.He has an oriental face, with a British accent; he is not very tall or handsome, and he is dressed casually; but he has a rare noble and pure temperament that makes people feel very warm-no aggressive edge, but no matter what skin color he is In the crowd, his brilliance could not be concealed. When the water came, I asked him if he would like tea.He said he was used to drinking coffee and ordered another cup of coffee.However, he smelled my tea and said it was very fragrant.The two of them were actually in a trance while drinking.The fragments of my childhood spent with my sister in the tea garden are floating in my memory; why is he so fascinated?

His mobile phone rang.It was in German, and I could only understand the opening and closing greetings, but it mentioned the name of a well-known German electrical company. —He is a businessman?I feel a little sorry: his demeanor is more like a scholar, how can he be a businessman? "Business drives me crazy." He smiled helplessly. "You speak German, too?" It's not always easy to speak two languages. "Well, I was once sent to Germany for a year for research and later spent another two years there with my brother. I also speak Japanese. All my family speak both English and Japanese."

"What? You are Japanese?" I was so surprised!The family speaks English and Japanese, are you Japanese?I don't know why I thought he was Chinese from the beginning. "No! I am Chinese. My grandparents emigrated to Malay from Canton many years ago, and then moved to UK. Dad met Mum in London. Mum was from Taiwan. Dad speaks Cantonese but Mum speaks Taiwanese. Luckily, they both know Japanese and English." "It's complicated!" I muttered.My mother came to the UK from Taiwan, and my father was an overseas Chinese in Malaya, and later went to the UK; by the way, both Malaya and Taiwan were once occupied by Japan, and Japanese was taught in the schools of the older generation.

"Yeah!" His ears are so sharp. "Huh? You can also speak Mandarin?" I was pleasantly surprised. "Well," he blushed slightly, "I've been learning from a private teacher, and I read a lot of Chinese books... but I don't have many opportunities to practice speaking. My father at home speaks Cantonese to me; my mother speaks Taiwanese to me; My brother and I whisper in German; when we are together, we speak English and Japanese, which is quite confusing, hehe... Do you think it is strange that I speak Mandarin?" "It's not strange, it's not strange, the pronunciation is quite correct." I'm telling the truth.

His phone rang again.This time we are talking in English.I didn't intend to listen, but I still knew that he, who looked only in his 30s, was actually a dignitary of a famous multinational company! Putting down the phone, he said, life is just a joke.After he graduated, he didn't want to stay in the laboratory as a nerd. A company asked him to be a consultant in southern Europe, and he was very happy to go.Who knows, he is still a nerd after all, and he doesn't like socializing and many things in the business field, so when others celebrate with champagne, he often hides in such cafes or small bars.When I was nervous, I went to hold a big tube of ice cream, and fell asleep after eating.Once I was so bored that I simply went to Venezuela, where I begged for local wine and drinks, and went fishing on a boat every day to bask in the sun, without a phone or a computer; when I came back, I submitted my resignation letter to the furious board of directors.Want to go back to London to teach, but this multinational company sent an invitation. "Hey, those big bosses have too much money to count anyway, and I'm just a tool. But if you really want to teach, you can't just do it so simply. Halfway through teaching, slamming the door and leaving will hurt A lot of students. Besides, back in London, it’s uncomfortable to be watched by my mother all day long-I don’t have the slightest part to talk at home. The boss of this company understands my temper and often gives me irregular leave to adjust my emotions. I always I have been doing it for three years..." When it comes to work, he is rigorous most of the time, but in private, he is very childish!See how proud he was when he fled to Venezuela!

He said that I don't look like Chinese girls, or girls from any other place. --Maybe?I'm not that traditional, and I can't keep up with modern times; I speak Chinese and drink Chinese tea. I like many things in China, but I love running around the world.For the homeless, the world is home. He cried, "Ha! Wandering! I'll go with you! I've been everywhere in the world except Africa and Antarctica! I'm a rare guide." "Yeah! I can't afford a guide like you." "Huh? I'm not that stupid. I'm going to ask you for a salary. Then you can't fire me! Haha!"

"Don't—want—salary! You said it yourself, you can't cheat!" "Who is playing tricks? I am the one. Once I say a word, no horse can chase me!" "Hey, have you seen it?!" I was very surprised. "Hehe, there are all kinds of books in the Cambridge library. I've read all of Jin Yong's books, and I've also read Ni Kuang's "Wesley" series! How about it?" He raised his face and squinted at me triumphantly. "What! They all went to Cambridge and read idle books! It's better to fight than those who don't want to go to school!" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Yes, I just graduated in vain! How about it?" He became more and more arrogant. "What can I do? Pull it out and fight!" I felt discouraged after thinking about it, "Forget it, I can't beat you." He almost spit out his coffee, but managed to swallow it down. "Oh, stop calling? Then when you were homeless, you still came to my place to get your boarding pass?" Get a boarding pass from him?The sweet and numbing taste enveloped me... I was at a loss, shook my head and said, "What are you talking about? Do you understand? Wandering! By plane? By bus, No. 11 ! Do you know Route 11?" He widened his eyes, "What-what-ah! Wow, why are you so cruel? No. 11! I wandered with you and carried bags for you, and you treated me like that? My poor No. 11! "He stroked his legs with a distressed expression. "It's not cruel," I looked at him, amused, "it's cruel." "Then..." He stared at me, "Then, I cried!" "Isn't it? It's said to be a vagabond, a vagabond! Poor people are vagabond, so how can there be any big bags to carry?" "I...I don't care about you so much, I will tie you to the plane!" … It was getting late, and remembering that I had to find a cheaper place to live, I said I had to leave first.He said to leave the bill to him, he likes this afternoon and is very grateful that I let him sit at the same table.I am also welcome, thank you.I emptied the little satin bag with my sewing and wrapped him some tea, because he seemed to like the smell very much. I walked out of the cafe with a heart full of joy.Just wanting to have a cup of tea impresses someone and makes an afternoon very interesting.I am also a little disappointed.Traveling all over the world, in addition to people like me who rely on working to earn money to support backpacking trips, I also met wandering singers, travel writers, farm workers, retired old couples... We sang and danced around the campfire, and we took a kayak together Drifting...then wave goodbye, sometimes not even say goodbye, and go our separate ways.The journey is always full of unknown fun, but it is also cruel.Just like duckweed, it floats along the water and passes away in a hurry. No matter how it ends, at least we were together Don't bother to restrain each other, let alone verbal promises As long as we've had it's enough for you and me There are many memories in a person's life, I only hope that you have me in your memories ... ... Every morning, pouring boiling water into the purple sand pot, the fragrance wafts away—can he smell it?He said he likes to smell it.Oh, he must be drinking his coffee, right?Just like that day in the cafe...