Lieutenant, stand at attention and rest!

Qin Zhelang was very surprised when he received Yao Xiaojing's invitation call.But he quickly agreed and arrived at the Flower Love Cafe near X University on time.

This store is close to the university town, with a quiet environment and a strong cultural atmosphere.Especially in the afternoon, sitting by the window to enjoy the street view and bask in the sun is one of the best ways to pass the time.

Qin Zhelang pushed open the glass wooden door with wind chimes, and there was a jingling sound, mixed with the rich aroma of tiramisu and ground coffee beans.He took a sniff, feeling that his tired and tense nerves found temporary peace in the familiar atmosphere.

"Sir, welcome!" The hostess felt her eyes brighten. This young man in a suede jacket and dark brown pants was different from all the handsome men he had seen before. His demeanor was more detached and elegant. Between the hands and eyebrows, the air is imposing, and the smile is like a spring breeze, which makes the heart beat suddenly faster, and I dare not look at him calmly.

Qin Zhelang saw the embarrassment of the hostess, and seemed to be used to this kind of unusual attention.

He smiled faintly, nodded and looked towards the few customers in the shop.

"Sir, are you alone or have an appointment." The receptionist finally recovered his normal state.

He reached out and tapped the young girl by the window who was contemplating, and said softly, "I have an appointment."

Yao Xiaojing came earlier than him, just ordered a glass of water, and sat in the booth looking at the passers-by in twos and threes outside the window in a daze.Winter in Changsha is rich in color, but the climate is cold and humid, which lacks the dry winter charm of old Beijing.

She somewhat missed the winter in Beijing, and the wantonness and joy of taking the children in the compound to skate on the moat. .

Today, she is less than 19 years old, but she feels that her mood has become old.

"Xiaojing..." A pleasant male voice sounded above her head, and she looked back in a daze.The familiar handsome face and the deep eyes with a hint of concern made her realize for a moment.

Qin Zhelang. .

he came.

She calmed down slightly and stood up: "Teacher Qin...please sit down."

Qin Zhelang put the computer bag on the side of the booth, took off the suede jacket on his body, revealed a tailored white shirt, and sat down.

He is really an exceptionally good-looking man with a natural aura that made several young hostesses couldn't help but look over here.

Yao Xiaojing reached out to greet a beautiful waiter to come and order food.

"Mr. Qin, what would you like to drink... The desserts here are very good." She recommended her favorite tiramisu and cherry cake.

"A glass of Italian latte, thank you!" He smiled and asked her, "And you, you wouldn't come here just to drink water, would you?"

Yao Xiaojing raised the transparent cup in his hand, a slight melancholy flashed between his brows: "Actually, it doesn't matter what it is. To me, wine has no taste."

Qin Zhelang raised his thick eyebrows slightly, stared at her deeply, and stopped the waiter who turned to leave.

"Please have a cup of Irish coffee for this lady. Also, add a tiramisu, thank you!"

Yao Xiaojing doesn't care, she is not interested in anything.During the waiting time, her eyes fell on the gradually increasing number of lovers outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The intimate scenes were like continuous needles pricking at the tip of her heart, causing her breathlessness and astringency in her eyes.

Qin Zhelang was silent, looking at her bewildered side face across the dark coffee-colored table in the booth, and couldn't help following her gaze to the scenery outside the window. .

After a while, his thoughtful eyes fixed on the depth hidden under her thick black eyelashes.

She has something on her mind.

A heavy heart that I don't want to share with outsiders.

From the time she asked for leave in a hurry to returning to normal classes, she must have experienced a heavy blow.Many times, through the seats in the amphitheater, he could see the beautiful figure who had already been stationed in his heart in the last row by the window, with blank and hurt eyes.

Who hurt her?

It has always been a question he wants to explore.

But Qin Zhelang tried his best to forbid himself to care about her any more, because he no longer has the right to breathe freely.

The seemingly absent thoughts in the quiet night, biting the bones and grinding the heart, every sleepless night, he stood on the window sill, gazing in the direction of her, praying for the bright sun tomorrow to drive away the sadness in her eyes.

Girls in the blooming season should not be associated with darkness and obscurity.

The coffee cup landed lightly on the table, and the soft voice of the receptionist sounded politely: "Sir, this is the latte you ordered." Printed with the logo of Flower Love

In a porcelain white mug, a beautiful maple tree floats on the perfect combination of ESPRESSO and syrupy milk.

"Thank you, it's beautiful!" He thanked the waitress with a smile, which drew her shy smile.

"Miss, here is your Irish coffee and freshly baked tiramisu." On the round plate, next to a large piece of tempting tiramisu, is a tall wine glass.

"Please drink it while it's hot, don't stir it." The waitress reminded the beautiful female guest to pay attention to the drinking method.

Yao Xiaojing picked up the cup and put it under the sun to observe carefully.She found that the coffee was just cut to three-fifths of the cup, with a thick layer of whipped cream on top, and the cup was warm, so it should have just been brewed.

The waiter cast an ambiguous look at the most outstanding male customer in the store, and walked away with his slender waist twisted.

Qin Zhelang smiled, raised the coffee in his hand, and shook the maple tree in the cup to Yao Xiaojing.

"Latte, latte... I am not in the cafe, I am on the way to the cafe. This is a miracle left by the Viennese who created it." Hundreds of years ago, the Viennese Koczyski was the first to put milk Add coffee.Since then, the air of Vienna has always been filled with the smell of music and latte coffee.

Yao Xiaojing saw the pattern in his cup, which swayed slightly with the dark coffee-colored liquid.

The homonym behind the familiar pattern made her feel a pain in her heart, she raised her head and poured the strong hot Irish coffee into her mouth without hesitation.