One day every weekend, Xiaoyun would appear in the café on the corner. At first I thought she was a white-collar worker at some company, not only because she liked to wear slim and professional clothes, but also because she was so relaxed every time while drinking coffee and skillfully using her laptop, almost for an hour, before starting to rest and relax, and then getting up to pick out a book in front of the bookshelf, usually she would sit in the café for an afternoon. Her red BMW was always parked in the right parking space outside the store.
Since he often met Xiaoyun in the café for more than half a year, he gradually became acquainted with her. We went from nodding to each other at first, to saying hello and chatting casually, and then still occupying our habitual seats and doing what we liked. After getting acquainted, I learned that Xiaoyun opened a design company by herself, and occasionally invited customers to the café, but most of the time she came alone, soaked in the museum for an afternoon, and quietly enjoyed a cup of coffee. Slowly, she naturally became a scenery in the café, especially when the autumn wind blew the leaves, she sat in the corner of the window, while elegantly holding the coffee ☕️ with her little finger, while staring at the book, through the pieces of ginkgo biloba leaves floating in the air with the wind outside the window, that scene, people can only use the popular and appropriate words such as "beautiful".
Before I met Xiaoyun, I always felt that there are only two kinds of people in all the cafes in the world, one is convenient, they are always on the road, always in a hurry, always drinking takeaway fast food coffee. The other is like sitting in Shanghai's famous %Arabica Café, quietly allowing time to flow slowly, regardless of status, everyone is squandering their time. Obviously, I appreciate the latter. Xiaoyun, on the other hand, is the kind of free person who is cleverly between the two modes, and she can easily switch between the two. Sometimes she would have to deal with some work immediately, but she would usually push this time back to a later time, or even the next day. "I don't want to go now, or it will waste my wonderful time this afternoon." Pretty elegant women once wayward up, forehead... That's okay with anything. For a long time after that, I still continued to experience Xiaoyun's willfulness, which in my opinion was a kind of willfulness for a better life, and it was also a beautiful life that belonged to her.
Sometimes in the rainy season, there were no customers in the café all day, except for me in another corner, where she sat quietly reading by the window, and the table was always a latte without sugar. The yellow ginkgo leaves outside the window fell with the wind, and with her light blue woolen coat and the red coffee cup in front of her, it was a pity that no one appreciated such a wonderful picture, but no matter what, the beauty of this moment would always be frozen in that late autumn, the street corner café with drizzle. And Xiaoyun himself, holding his favorite book in his hand and tasting his favorite coffee, very happily ignored this period of time that was very beautiful but lonely in the eyes of everyone.
In the process of writing, I sometimes stop and think, what is the best time to count as not wasting my life? Is it a rush every day, racing against the clock to run with full loads? Or is it not about oneself, the clouds are light and the wind is light and the wind is at ease? Later, I finally learned that every time Xiaoyun came to the café, for the first hour, she had been busy working, including sorting out all the affairs that the company needed to deal with in the next few days according to priorities, listing the focus and time limit of each thing, and the next stage of work plan. She took care of all her work in the time she had set, and she said she didn't want to be bothered by other unimportant people and things when she was supposed to have a good time, which she felt was a waste. In fact, many people will feel that sitting in a café and reading a book, or holding a cup of coffee for an afternoon, or sitting there writing for an afternoon, these are all meaningless things. In fact, sometimes I feel that an afternoon like this, placed in today's increasingly impetuous society, full of suffering and bumpy roads, constantly updating the plan and goals of the background of life, to a certain extent, some people's eyes of the meaningless may become an important meaning in our life journey, so that we understand that in addition to hard running, life should also maintain its appearance.
But don't underestimate the beauty of those soaked in the café, it is actually a delicate silhouette, a wonderful blank in our hurried and dense life journey, but also a wonderful moment when we are undistracted and unfinished to please ourselves.
Although the protagonist in this story is Xiaoyun, in fact, why should we not be the protagonist in our own story? At that moment, we are just being ourselves, and we are not belonging to anyone at that moment.
Do you say yes? ... yes.