my old life

Chapter 3100 The taste of reunion
The familiar person was wearing the clothes of a waiter, and put down a cup of coffee in his hand. I stared blankly at that figure.

This figure from the back is so familiar, it has appeared in my dreams countless times, and I recognized her as Tuoyouping just by looking at her!

For a moment, I had mixed feelings, just staring blankly at the figure of the oil bottle, not knowing how to describe my heart.

"Mr. Ming, Mr. Ming?" Little Batu waved his hand in front of my eyes, and it was only then that I came back to my senses.

"Ok?"

"Miss Maca is waiting for you, so I won't go there." Little Batu rubbed his hands with a smile, and raised his eyebrows at me.

"Okay." I adjusted the neckline of the suit a little bit, and my heart was full of complications at this moment.

I never thought that we would meet each other here. Tuoyouping is Xiaomi's mother. Could it be that the second uncle sent her here for me?

I can't figure it out and I can't figure it out, but at the moment I don't care to think too much...

I took a deep breath and walked over. At this moment, my heart is indescribable, and I don't know what language to use to describe it.

Tuoyouping turned around and saw me as if she hadn't seen me. Her eyes were dodged too deliberately, but I knew that this moment was not suitable for a reunion.

"Mr. Ming." Maka stood up to greet her, and the luxurious blue and white princess dress was full of ritual.

"Hello, I'm sorry I'm late." I greeted with a smile, and sat down opposite her by the way.

Maca is not good-looking, at least from my aesthetic point of view, I don't like her very much.

Maybe it's because my mind is not on Maca at the moment, even if my eyes are on her, it is my heart that cannot be kept.

"Miss Maca, your dress is very beautiful, it suits you very well." I took the initiative to praise, after all, I still have to face it.

"Thank you, what do you want to drink?" Maca's Chinese is not bad, but his tone is very blunt.

"Just like you."

"Wett." Maca snapped her fingers, and the oil bottle walked over quickly with a tray. It seemed that she hadn't changed much from before.

Still very petite, still somewhat introverted, bangs are always pressed very low...

This moment seems to have traveled through time and space, as if returning to the summer when I was 19 years old, as if she was still by my side, as if nothing had changed!
"A cup of black card, a handmade dessert, and a cup of chrysanthemum tea."

"OK, just a second."

It was just a simple conversation, and I subconsciously narrowed my eyes slightly. The shock in my heart at this moment was so huge!

The person standing at this moment does not have a luxurious princess dress, does not have an elegant and dignified manner, and the clothes of a waiter even look a little thin... But she is the oil bottle who accompanied me to fight everywhere!

It was she who accompanied me when I first entered the rivers and lakes, it was she who accompanied me through the night after night of confusion, and it was she who accompanied me through the lowest point of life, and I felt a little sour in my heart.

I thought I could be very strong in my heart, but at this moment, I was defeated. I failed her, I failed her...

People's hearts are fleshy. I don't know if she is doing well these years, what she has experienced, or everything about her.

But she is the one who walks with me night after night of youth, tolerates everything about me, and listens to all my unrealistic dreams and ambitions!

No matter how beautiful a man is, no matter how many women he has, he will never forget the woman who was by his side at first in this life.

Guilt, self-blame, unwillingness, shame, all kinds of emotions are intertwined, and the hands are trembling involuntarily.

I tried my best to hold back my emotions, I was on the verge of collapse, I wanted to ask why, I wanted to ask why!
Didn't you promise me once?Didn't they agree to send the tow bottle to live a stable life?Didn't you say it's better to stay away from the rivers and lakes?

Various emotions entangled and spread in my heart, the truth was right in front of my eyes, and a seed was quietly buried in my heart!

"Mr. Ming, your eyes..."

"It's okay, my eyes are a little dry in autumn." I rubbed my sore eyes, and took a sneak look at the mop bottle in the bar.

She was grinding coffee with her head down. I couldn't see her face, but I could feel her heart.

I lowered my head, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke, suppressing all my emotions.

At this moment I am facing Maca, how I want to hug the oil bottle, how I want to tell her that I failed her!

"Mr. Ming, your eyes are beautiful and full of affection."

"Is there? Maybe it's because I met Miss Maca." I smiled casually, and I saw the oil bottle again no matter what.

Soon the oil bottle came over with a tray. She lowered her head and kept avoiding my gaze, so I stood up to greet her.

When I took the coffee, my finger touched her finger on purpose. It was just a small movement, but it touched my heart.

"Thank you."

"you are welcome."

"Mr. Ming, do you know each other?" Maca looked puzzled, and I shook my head immediately.

"No! We don't know each other, but she is my countryman."

"I don't quite understand." Maca shook her head, Tuo Youping put down the dessert and quickly turned away.

"It's okay, you don't have to understand."

I picked up the coffee and took a sip. It wasn't too bitter in the mouth, and there was a faint taste of chocolate.

This is the coffee ground by the oil bottle. The taste is indescribable, but I cherish the taste of this moment.

Sometimes the reunion is always so sudden, even regardless of time and place, but there is nothing better than this feeling.

"Mr. Ming, it seems that you like the smell of black card very much."

"That's right, because you personally ordered it for me, and the taste is really good." I said with a smile, and I can guarantee that my expression is calm at this moment.

In the taste of this cup of coffee, I can detect a hint of sweetness, heartbreaking sweetness.

"Your eyes seem to be able to speak, I've never seen such affectionate eyes..." Maca's face turned slightly red, which made me a little embarrassed.

"Uh..." I smiled and didn't say anything, I just drank my coffee quietly, looking at that busy figure out of the corner of my eye.

Time seems to slow down at this moment, the birch leaves outside the window are gently scattered, and the mottled light and shadow are scattered wantonly through the gap.

I never thought that the afternoon after autumn would be so beautiful, and the world would be so peaceful. I think maybe this is the charm of reunion.

Even though they are not together, even if they are not face to face, the coffee in their hands is warm.

There is sweetness in the bitterness, and the sweetness has warmth, as if it can melt a person's heart.

"Mr. Ming, you can see that I'm a little embarrassed." Maca said something embarrassed, and her eyes began to evade.

"Huh? Is there?" I asked nonchalantly. I think she misunderstood, because I wasn't thinking about her.

"The oriental men I know are very shy, but I can feel the heat in your eyes, which is very special."

"Some people, even if they haven't seen each other for a long time, can still cause shocking waves in their hearts..." I quietly tasted the coffee in my hand, and my heart was gradually occupied by beauty.

"No matter how much beauty there is in the world, it can't match the eyes of the person you like. Whether it's a hero with golden arms and iron horses, or a radiant hero...all of them are destined to be crushed."

Maka's face became even more rosy when I said this, it doesn't matter whether she can understand what I said or not.

Because I didn't say these words to her, even though she was sitting in front of me, she didn't have an inch of space in my heart.

Some people are far away from me, but I am willing to let go of my defenses and open the door of my heart, and let the iron hooves gallop, even if I know it will leave a lot of scars...

"Mr. Ming, you are so talented." Maca looked at me slightly, but I doubted whether she could understand.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"I can understand a little bit."

"Ask the waiter to bring paper and pen, and I'll write something for you."

"Okay." Maca called Tuoyouping over. I was ready to express my feelings and my guilt.

The oil bottle took the paper and pen, and I fell down on the table to write a paragraph.

When I passed by the mountain, the mountain did not speak.

When I pass by the sea, the sea does not speak.

The little donkey ticked, and the Yitian sword accompanied me to the end of the world.

Everyone said that I became a monk on Mount Emei because I loved the hero Yang Guo.

In fact, I just fell in love with the clouds and clouds on Mount Emei, just like the fireworks when I was 16 years old.

(End of this chapter)