Conscientiously making soy sauce

The quiet old street, the old buildings of the Republic of China, the walls are full of ivy, green ripples appear when the wind blows.The white wooden door has some peeling paint, which does not match the glamorous beauty.On the wood-colored signboard is the English word "MEMORY" in curly style, and beside the gate is a bronze kerosene lamp telling the time.

Pushing open the door, the bells jingle all over the place, the decoration inside the coffee shop is clean and warm, and the word comfort seems to be written everywhere.

"Boss, you're here." The clerk in the brown uniform smiled when he saw a man in a serious business suit, "What would you like to drink, boss?"

"Clean coffee." The serious and unrelenting man walked into the office directly. In fact, it should be called a private room, which is comfortable and not full of business atmosphere.If Shōhara was still alive, he would probably be amazed at how familiar this coffee shop is, how it is so indistinguishable, how time passes, and how it is exactly the same as his coffee shop.

After taking a sip of the bitter coffee, he looked at the account book. In fact, this coffee shop does not make money, but he still wants to keep it open. This is the only memory he can keep. There are so many beautiful things here. Memories, so many common bits and pieces.He can't abandon and is unwilling to forget, he will always be here and stay here.

After staying a while to process a few emails and arrange for cakes and desserts to be delivered the next day, he picked up his coat and drove home.

The car drove into the underground garage, went up to the eighth floor through the elevator, and took out the key to open the door. The interior was decorated simply, with Wu Guanzhong's "Water Village" hanging on the wall of the living room, a simple coffee table, a wooden dining table, and two chairs beside it.

Here, it seems that time has stagnated, as if everything has been preserved in the transparent amber.He went to the kitchen and brought out porridge with pickles.His culinary skills are still bad for decades, and he can't eat at all. He can't compare with his boss at all.

After eating, I turned on the TV and listened to all kinds of hoarse voices of the hero and heroine on TV with one ear to the other, and watched the exaggerated performance of the hero and heroine embracing each other with a blank face.He took out the madeleine cake he bought, made a cup of black tea and put two cubes of sugar in it.

The black tea smacks the cake, and the sweetness enters the tongue.However, it doesn't look like the boss at all, and it doesn't taste like the one baked by Zhuo Yuan.

He took another sip of his black tea, and it was the madeleine that reminded him of everything.

Yes, remembered everything.

Not long after he went abroad that year, he fell ill and had a fever for two days. After waking up, his memory was strangely distorted, as if he had been artificially misled and reshaped by something, as if he had been forced to erase his most precious things. Feelings that shouldn't belong to him.

He doesn't remember his boss, the boss he cares so much about, he doesn't remember that his throbbing was secretly stable that night, he doesn't even remember working in a coffee shop for so long, and living with his boss so much long time.

A pair of invisible hands erased the existence of the boss, erased from the surface, so clean and blank on the surface.

He didn't remember the passbook. When Wang Xin called him and said he was ungrateful, called him a villain, and said he was a wolf with white eyes, he thought Wang Xin was out of his mind.When did he borrow money?At that time, his tone was very bad and aggressive.Even, at that time, in his forced memory, Wang Xin and him didn't pay much money at all.

Did he call so much because he wanted to borrow money or to climb up on him after seeing his improvement?

Later, he met a girl at work, and he seemed to like that girl, but that kind of liking seemed to be told in his ear that he should like it, but he was rejecting something in his heart.It seemed that there was always a voice saying that this girl should be his girlfriend, that he should like her very much, that he should pursue her, that he should do all kinds of romantic things to make her laugh and make her happy.

Every moment, every moment, he was talking invisible and silently, like brainwashing, like controlling his emotions, controlling and dominating his life.But he was so stupid, he actually obeyed this voice and really pursued that girl, but he couldn't do romantic things at all, he couldn't do it at all.Just talking about love in such a bland manner, without passion, impulse, or throbbing that should be there.

The relationship lasted for two years, and finally the girl proposed to break up.

It was in a coffee shop. He no longer remembered the girl's appearance, but he clearly remembered what she said at that time, and he clearly remembered the weather at that time.

The weather is sunny, clean and crisp.What a rare fine day.

"You don't really care about me." The girl has black hair and a shawl, her tone is calm, and her hand is gently stroking the glass. "Although you never admit it, I know that there is another person in your heart. You care more about her and like her more. I can feel how absent-minded you are when you are with me and how you are looking for something. You don’t have that much affection for me at all. Is it because your love is all on her? Or, where am I? Something like her?"

"Since you like her so much, why don't you go to her? Why don't you tell her? You are not fair to me, and you are not fair to her. Don't you dare to say it? If she rejects you, you can stalk her Hit or forget her, but I can't bear the fact that someone in your heart is still with me."

"I won't be with someone who doesn't have me in my heart. Although I like you very much, I know that I can't tolerate your eyes wanting to go to someone else." The girl's eyes are full of tears. "You know? You have never been serious seen me."

At that time, he really wanted to argue that he had no one else in his heart, but he couldn't say it out of his voice, as if, as if he was admitting the girl's statement in his heart.When the girl left, he didn't have the feeling of being lost in love.He admitted that he never had passion when he was with his girlfriend, and even kissing was just touching lips, and he never had the urge to get closer to his beloved when he was with his girlfriend.

He can understand his girlfriend's dissatisfaction, but he can't change it. Even if he says in his heart that he loves his girlfriend and wants to spend his life with her, it seems like someone else is saying it rather than his own real thoughts.

Just like now, there was a voice saying that they wanted to chase her back, but Zhuang Yuan didn't stand up.

He ordered a madeleine, a dessert his girlfriend didn't like, and he had never ordered it.This should be the first time he has eaten it, the fat shell-like shape looks very cute and clumsy.

And this day, on the day when he broke up with his girlfriend, he ordered the fat shell-like cake in the coffee shop where he broke up, and it was also served with a serving of black tea. Served with two sugar cubes.And his girlfriend also despises this kind of practice. She always feels that the original taste of the tea is overshadowed by too much sweetness, and she has been telling him not to add or add less. This is the first time, the first time he has put so much sugar after going abroad.

When the cake melted in his mouth, when black tea and cake were mixed together, the familiar taste made him suddenly feel that he had forgotten something, what had he forgotten?Forgot something important?What did you forget?

In the coffee shop, someone's song was playing, a female voice with a smoky voice was singing, singing about the phone call that would never get through, and singing about the apology she wanted to say but there was no one to receive it.

One mouthful after another of the familiar taste, mouthful after mouthful, he desperately stuffed it into his mouth, stuffing it so full and so embarrassing, he was looking for, looking for what he lost, suddenly the familiar taste broke through the shackles of certain rules, Pictures emerged from the bottom of his heart, one after another, and suddenly he burst into tears.

He rushed out of the coffee shop and looked around blankly. This is a strange country. It has been four years, four years, and he has not contacted his boss, his... Zhuang Yuan for four years.

He turned on the phone and hurriedly entered a familiar number, but it was shutting down, shutting down again and again.

The singing in the coffee shop is still going on

Hello, you hear me

I'min California dreaming about who we used to be

Shut down, or shut down.Obviously his boss never shuts down the phone, could it be jet lag?At this time... But he couldn't help it, he wanted to hear the boss's voice, even if he scolded him or thought he called in the middle of the night.He wants to listen, he wants to listen to the voice of the boss, it has been four years, four years.

Hey, who's singing

Hello from the other side

I must've called thousands of times

TotellyouI'msorry,foreverythingthatI'vedone

But the phone still doesn't work.

His hands were trembling and he almost couldn't hold the phone. He couldn't help but called Wang Xin again, but Wang Xin scolded him bloody, scolded him with white eyes, scolded him for being ungrateful, scolded him for not being a thing.Wang Xin was crying on the other end of the phone.

And then he knew, he knew that his boss was dead, burned to death, burned to death in the house where he had such fond memories.

On the streets of a strange foreign country, he listened to the voice on the phone and Wang Xin's crying, it was so ugly and so sad.He squatted down, squatted down, and hugged into a ball, his heartache was indescribable, and he was so depressed that he could cry.People of various skin colors came and went on the side of the road, but no one paid attention to a squatting and crying ugly person who was about to faint.

The song in the store is still playing over and over again

Hello, how you

It's sotypieto talk about myself, I'm sorry

I hope that you're well

He went through the formalities for returning to China in the fastest time, but the coffee shop has been resold, and the house has also been sealed.It is said that the situation at that time was too tragic, and it would take a lot of money to rectify it, and no one was willing to take over.He heard people say that the boss was burned to death, and the inside of the house was so horrible that there was no way to repair it.

Burned, burned alive...

Such a good person, such a good boss, with such a clean and transparent smile, was actually burned to death.If, if he had come back that year, if he had remembered all this earlier, the boss would not have died.

He quietly looked for a job, worked day and night, and worked hard to improve. From a small employee to a supervisor to a manager to a vice president, he finally saved enough money to re-rent the store and renovate it.He also bought the house and reconstructed it with the pictures in his memory.

However, his boss never came back.

He took another sip of tea and put a photo on the cabinet, which he secretly took at night.His boss is still in his 20s, and he still looks like a carefree student walking under the shade of a tree in a university, sleeping peacefully.It seemed that he could reach out and touch the boss's eyelashes again, and gently touch the boss's face again.

He looked at the clock, and suddenly stood up and walked into the master bedroom. The decoration inside was also reversed in time, as if there had never been a fire or explosion at all. The warm lights were on, waiting for someone who could never come back .

"Pillows, by the way." Shi Sheng took the pillows that had been sun-dried during the day from the balcony, patted them soft and smelled of sunshine, and put them on the bed. I'm going to work, I'm going on a business trip in a few days, the boss needs to be good, don't run around casually. I'm afraid I won't be able to find you if you run away. "

He closed the door and said softly, "Zhuang Yuan, good night."

His room was still the guest room, with simple furniture and a second-hand computer. No one could have imagined that a person in his position would live in such a shabby place.

Turn on the desk lamp and open the drawer. Inside are bankbooks, 15, 50, 200... [-], [-] million. It's a pity that he can't find a creditor for the money he has saved for so long. When Zhuang Yuan leaves, he should be recognized. It's the white-eyed wolf.Even he couldn't forgive himself, saying that he didn't know what was controlling him?Say your memory is distorted?Said that what he did was not out of his heart?

How funny, this excuse is so clumsy that it looks down on other people's IQ.

Buying [-] yuan to see a person clearly is worth it... This is a sentence repeated by Wang Xin.

His heart throbbed again and again, vaguely as if that day was fine, the sun was warm, and his boss was wearing jeans under a plaid shirt. He pushed the passbook in front of him, and smiled until the sunlight softened a bit. , laughing so that the air outside is as soft as satin.

Day by day, memory plays back reminders again and again.

The throbbing of that day broke out in his heart. If Zhuang Yuan was still alive, maybe he would confess. After his boss refused, maybe he would hide this initial, most transparent and initial emotion in his heart, and slowly fade away.Maybe you confess your acceptance, but you gradually find that your temperament is not compatible and you separate, it's not like this, it's not like this.

That throbbing is fertilized by guilt, regret, sadness and pain over and over again. Because of forgetting and remembering everything that occupies memories, some things can never be forgotten, and some people can never leave their hearts.

He will slowly grow old with these precious memories, and slowly go to death, and he will take them with him into the grave, otherwise, he will be very lonely and lonely.

His boss, in just two years, used his death to completely occupy his heart. That small seedling sprouted into a towering tree, and took away all other emotions with its roots.

Turn off the light and go to sleep.

In the dream, his boss was drunk and lying on the bed. He lowered his head and used his hands to sketch the facial features of the man in the air, thinking about the man smiling at him.

In the dream, his lips had just touched lightly, just felt the softness of his lips, and his boss woke up and opened his eyes.

"Shi Sheng, what are you doing?" His boss looked blank, as if he didn't understand the situation at all.

"Zhuang Yuan, Zhuang Yuan." He hugged the boss who looked so lively, tears streaming down his face, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Well, I'm here." His boss said softly, hugging him tenderly, his voice was still as soft as the moonlight outside the window, "Don't cry, don't be sad, I'm here. You didn't do anything wrong, I Do not blame you."

He cried even more sadly and uncomfortable, and hugged tightly with his hands.

He knew that this was just his dream.

His boss is dead and gone.

His boss identified him as a white-eyed wolf,

The spring was good and the people were good, the flowers were fragrant that day, the sunset glowed like fire that day, that day in the store, that day he saw Zhuang Yuan for the first time.

Plaid shirt, jeans, sitting on a comfortable sofa with a smile, the tranquility is like a painting.

The memories of getting along are woven into a net, and he can no longer get out of the net.

What he cherishes most in this life is an old mobile phone, an old mobile phone that has long been out of reach.There is only one number in it, a number that will never get through.

No matter how you dial, that number will always be turned off, and the song of that day will always ring in his ears:

Hello from the other side

I must've called thousands of times

TotellyouI'msorry,foreverythingthatI'vedone

But when I call you uneverse em to be home