Cloudside Café

05Fifth cup of coffee

Yunxian went back to the apartment, changed his shoes and turned on the lights, put the shopping bag in his hand at the entrance, and first shouted "Tap".

The master slowly came out of the living room and rubbed his fat face against the leg of his trousers.

Yun Xian knelt down and fished it in his arms, and smoothly said, "Are you hungry?"

After changing the water and pouring the cat food, Yun Xian sorted the things in the shopping bag neatly and collapsed on the sofa with a sigh of relief.

He ate his dinner full, but Yun Xian was still hungry.

With an empty belly, he was too lazy to take care of himself. He took a pack of Li Zhicheng's bear biscuits from the coffee table in the living room and twisted a piece into his mouth.

Yunxian feels greasy for the over-sweet chocolate taste, but the high-calorie stuff also feels fuller.

After eating two more pieces, he patted the crumbs on his hands and took a sip of cold water.

The sky is completely dark, the night is deep, and the city is lit up with thousands of lights.

It's boring. If both of them are at home, Li Zhicheng will take him to watch a football match and play games. Now that Er Dengzi is in the hospital, the house suddenly becomes deserted.

Yun Xian turned on his phone and edited a circle of friends.

[To commemorate Li Zhicheng's youth revival. 】

The picture below is Li Zhicheng, who is wearing a hospital gown and staring at the camera with no expression, and Yunxian's "Like" with his left hand in the same appearance.

Taking into account Li Zhicheng's 30-year-old face, Yunxian set up a group, only Li Zhicheng and Zhou Yi can see, but in order to create an effect, he deliberately commented on a few items below.

[Drinking too much, stomach perforation. 】

[Sister, don’t worry too much about your brother Li. 】

[Thank you for your concern, the patient is now emotionally stable. 】

Yun Xian amused himself as he typed, to see how hard he paid for his brother's love.

Soon he received a question mark attack from Li Zhicheng.

【sincere:? 】

【sincere:? 】

【sincere:? 】

[Sincere: Delete it for me quickly! 】

[Sincere: Which school girl cares about me? Why can't I see the comments? 】

[Mishan: No school girl, group can be seen, only Zhou Yi can see. 】

[Sincere: Grass! You **** don't block her, is she only visible? 】

Five minutes later, Yunxian couldn't help laughing when he saw Zhou Yi's comment.

[Let the doctor treat his secondary disease. 】

Li Zhicheng also saw it, and immediately poked Yunxian privately in the small window.

[Sincere: What does she mean? 】

[See the mountain: Say you are naive. 】

【sincere:? Am i naive? Why doesn't she treat the princess' disease? 】

Yun Xian rubbed his neck, unwilling to listen to the two men ridiculed and taunted.

[Mishan: Rest early. 】

After exiting the chat box and returning to the circle of friends, he flipped down at will.

He doesn't have many friends, most of them are classmates and former colleagues, who hurriedly swept through them, and didn't bother to give them a thumbs up.

When the finger slides to the familiar avatar, it stops.

Jiang Ying's avatar and WeChat nickname seem to match, and the orange sunset in the sky at dusk.

Most of her circle of friends is written in words, as if she has sent her feelings anytime, anywhere.

Tucao the boss, complain about the weather, look forward to the weekend, or share a hand-made painting.

Including the present, a bowl of duck blood fans with the smell of fireworks.

[Supper invited by the boss! He is the most handsome and best man in the world! 】

When Yunxian saw Li Zhicheng like it, he felt a little distressed for these two stunners. He was probably cheating on this flattery, but he didn't know how others ridiculed you just now.

Jiang Ying is actually very different from her initial impression.

From the outside, she was a cold and cold girl, always without much emotional ups and downs, as light as a cloud and unpredictable.

After further understanding, you will find her interesting and cute.

Yun Xian likes to see her circle of friends, especially when she mentions Li Zhicheng.

Maybe it's because her dog legs and Tucao are so calm and real, just as fresh and bright as this person.

The food on the picture is more attractive after color adjustment, Yun Xian touches her empty belly, and the hunger strikes again.

Starving is really painful, Yunxian struggled with himself, but decided to obey his heart and follow what Marquez called an "honest lifestyle".

He opens Jiang Ying's chat box, edits the text and clicks to send.

[Mizan: Can you ask which duck blood fan is from? 】

The other party almost returned in seconds.

[Sunset Orange: Wait, I will share the shop with you. 】

[Sunset Orange: If you like to eat, you must go to Nanjing to eat authentic ones when you have time. 】

[See the mountain: Good. 】

[Sunset Orange: I didn't expect you to eat this kind of thing too. 】

[See the mountain:? 】

[Sunset Orange: You look too immortal, like someone who only drinks dew. 】

[Sunset Orange: You have to skim the oil when you eat green vegetables. 】

After Yunxian read the words on the screen, he was amused by the other party's words.

It was the first time that he saw such a metaphor.

[See the mountain: It is indeed not often eaten. 】

[Sunset Orange: This is the most delicious in Xicheng, don't worry! It's on the street next to the coffee shop, it's very hygienic and clean. 】

[Miyama: Okay, thank you. 】

Jiang Ying sent an emoticon package with a pink rabbit on her face. Yun Xian guessed that she meant "I wish you a happy meal."

At 10 o'clock that night, Li Zhicheng, who only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge a day, received a picture from Yun Xian.

On the screen is a bowl of duck blood vermicelli pouring in spicy oil. The soup is rich, the duck blood is fresh and tender, and it is decorated with coriander, which is full of color, fragrance and flavor.

[See the mountain: Let's go to Nanjing another day. 】

[Sincere: Ha ha, I cast a spell, you will skyrocket by 20 catties tomorrow, and your abdominal muscles will become fat! 】

【See the Mountain: Rebound】

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On Friday, Jiang Ying plans to go to Yunbian to pack a cake for the weekend after get off work.

As soon as I entered the store, I saw Yunxian who was about to go out.

The other party wore a rare sportswear today, refreshing and healthy.

Jiang Ying asked him: "Are you going to work out?"

Yun Xian tightened the lid of the water cup and said "Yes".

Jiang Ying's eyes rolled a half circle, and he asked, "Gym?"

"Well, it's the one on the corner."

"That house!" Jiang Ying smiled with joy, "I have a card over there."

Yun Xian looked at her, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth: "Go often?"

Jiang Ying nodded and lied without changing his face: "I like sports."

There is indeed a card. The prize she drew at the annual meeting last year is reasonably suspected that Li Zhicheng did not want to go there and set up such a tasteless prize.

They are all iPads and switches, and no matter how bad they are, they are also health-care pots and foot baths. She just got a fitness card for this fat house who doesn't like sports.

Yun Xian cast her eyes down and looked at her silently.

The weather was warm in April. Jiang Ying was wearing a T-shirt and a denim skirt today. She is neither fat nor thin, showing a fair and well-proportioned calf. Just by looking at the lines, you can tell that she doesn't exercise much.

He had thoughts of trickery, he deliberately teased her: "Well, let's go together?"

"Huh?" Jiang Ying obviously didn't expect this development, and he laughed, "I have something to do today, next time, next time."

Yunxian suppressed the corner of his mouth that he wanted to **** up: "Then I'll go first, bye."

Jiang Ying waved his hand: "Goodbye."

Watching the other party go out, Jiang Ying put down his smiling face and walked to the bar, weakly placing an order: "Pack me a piece of cheesecake."

"Ding—" the phone rang a reminder tone.

Jiang Ying swipes the screen to unlock.

It is an eleven-second language message.

[Although I am the owner of a coffee shop, I still have to say that you should control your diet during fitness. Have you eaten a lot of sweets recently? 】

His voice rang against his ears, and Jiang Ying blushed, and murmured in his heart: You are not to blame for eating too much!

Coming out of the Yunbian Cafe, Jiang Ying drove back to his parents' house.

After working, she rented another house. The reason she told her family was that she was close to the company and convenient.

But in fact, considering that I often stay up late and work overtime to write plans, I am afraid that my parents will talk.

As soon as she took out the key to open the door, she couldn't say "I'm back" in her throat.

Mother Jiang was sitting on the sofa talking on the phone, her tone was serious, and Wu Nong's soft words were also sturdy.

"A meal until eight o'clock is not enough? Do you want to come back?"

"I told you not to drink too much before I went, and I won't care about you when I come back drunk again!"

Jiang Ying took a sigh of relief, carefully changing his shoes and entering the house.

Mother Jiang hung up the phone angrily and vented her dissatisfaction with her daughter: "Tell me about your dad, as soon as he is old, the last time I went to the hospital, he said he had high blood pressure and fatty liver, and he still drank it!"

"Okay, okay, don't be mad, I packed the cake for you." Jiang Ying opened the box and scooped a spoonful of it to Mother Jiang.

"Why is it so sweet, I'm so fat!"

"It's a good mood to eat something sweet." Remembering Yun Xian's words, Jiang Ying only took a small bite. "Where is my dad eating? I'll pick him up."

Mother Jiang reported the place, sighed "the victim", got up and went to the kitchen to cook sober soup.

Just less than five minutes after Jiang Ying sat down, he took the car key to pick up people.

The restaurant was not far from home, and she called Father Jiang, but she didn't expect someone else to pick it up.

"Jiang Ying?"

The other party was a young man, and his voice sounded familiar.

Jiang Ying was still searching for who it was in his mind, and he declared his name: "I am Fu Chen, do you remember?"

Boom.

Those two characters were like rocks, dragging her heart down.

Jiang Ying was frozen, holding her mobile phone and her head blank, until the traffic light jumped, and the car behind honked the harsh horn, she recovered, and quickly said: "Tell my dad that I will pick him up."

A few minutes away, Jiang Ying parked the car, but did not get off immediately.

She lowered half of the car window, licked her lips, and wanted to smoke.

I rummaged in the glove box for a long time, only to find a bag that was left before, and there were only two left.

The flame ignited the cigarette butt, and Jiang Ying's slender fingers caught the smoke in the dim car.

Until one cigarette burned out, she opened the car door and stepped on the cigarette butt, wrapped it in a tissue and threw it in the trash can.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Father Jiang walking out of the gate, being helped.

Her father was blushing, his feet were vain and drunk, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Jiang Ying hurried to meet him, frowning and complaining: "Why do I drink like this? I will be scolded again when I go home."

The drunk couldn't hear it, and swayed and yelled and could drink.

"Help Uncle get in the car first."

Jiang Ying glanced up at the man and nodded.

Fu Chen is a lot more mature than before, wearing a shirt and trousers, his hair combed back with hairspray.

He has single eyelids, the tails of his eyes are upturned, and he looks fierce.

Girls secretly discussed this when they were in school before. Some people said that Fu Chen was very manly and made people feel safe, and some people said that he had a face that would cause domestic violence in the future.

Regardless of those polarizing comments, for Jiang Ying alone, he was a nightmare that he avoided in his school days.

I haven't seen each other for many years, and I didn't expect to meet again on such an occasion today.

Jiang Ying suppressed his rejection of him and tried to calm down as much as possible: "Thank you, let's go first."

"Hey, wait." She was pulled by Fu Chen's arm as soon as she turned around.

Jiang Ying took a step back vigilantly, avoiding almost subconsciously.

Seeing her reaction, the other party shrugged his eyebrows and put his hands in his pockets calmly.

"I heard my uncle say, are you working in the science and technology park now?"

Jiang Ying lowered his head to avoid his sight: "Yeah."

"Have a chance to come out and get together?"

"talk later."

Father Jiang hummed twice in the car. Jiang Ying checked the timing and said, "I'm leaving now."

Getting into the car in a hurry to start, she turned the steering wheel and saw Fu Chen in the rearview mirror still standing still looking at her.

The other party raised his hand and waved, and shouted, "See you next time."

Jiang Ying frowned, said "I will see a ghost next time" in his heart, and stepped on the accelerator and left.

The author has something to say: This article is a short story, and there is no male second.