What am I thinking when I drink coffee?

At this time last year, I especially liked drinking coffee. There is no particularly good coffee shop in our town, so we can only go to KFC and our famous bakery. Every time I enter the store, I always ask for a cappuccino. The clerk will say, "buy one and get one free, or the second cup will be half price." I said, "No, I'm alone, thanks."

The weather in early winter has begun to get cold. Holding a cup of hot coffee in your hand always makes people feel warm. When you drink it in your stomach, you will feel warm in your heart.

An interesting thing happened last winter. When I came out of the cinema with my friends at night, I received a phone call. It took me a long time to be caring and attentive before I knew it was one of my junior high school classmates. This boy was my crush at school. This call, I cut to the chase and asked if I would like to be his girlfriend. I said I was sorry, and I didn't plan to find a boyfriend recently. In the end, this matter will go away.

Sometimes it's really funny to think back. The male god who secretly loved in those years actually confessed to himself many years later. That silly girl many years ago would never have thought of today. Now I have no feelings for him at all. I told my friends what it felt like, just like when I was a child, I especially liked drinking soda. Opening the bottle cap is "another bottle", but the exchange date has passed. What's more, I have stopped drinking soda and only drink coffee.

I really started drinking coffee this summer, and I stayed in Shanghai for a while. Magic capital is really a magical city, full of cafes, Starbucks, zoos, Okao, and many others I can't name.

I often go to cafes alone to read books, stare blankly and write things. No one will bother you here and ask who you are and what you are doing here. You are yourself here, and you can enjoy the time alone with yourself quietly. At that time, I began to get used to doing things in cafes, thinking about things and going to cafes when I wanted to be alone.

Why do writers like cafes?

Just like Hemingway spent his writing career in a cafe in Saint-Germain Square from 192 1 to 1926. But there is a more important reason: the free atmosphere that cafes have formed. The hum of chatting on other tables stimulated their tired thoughts and expressed their wishes. Occasionally, a young girl who came in and sat by the door and waited for someone opened Hemingway's mind with an ignorant attitude. Maybe I can write her into a novel, and the inspiration suddenly came: ideas, details and stories surged and came to life.

Just like at this moment, when I was writing this article in the library, I thought of my appointment with an elder in a coffee shop in sinan mansions because of paperwork. I ordered a cup of coffee and waited for him to come over. I watched the crowd sitting, getting up and walking outside the cafe, and the last sunset lay on the window facing the street. The brilliant and sad golden color is similar to the feeling that the sun shines on the table through the window at the moment.

We talked about paperwork and our lives. I probably talked about my daily life in a small city. At this time, the elders said that maybe you chose to come to a big city after staying in a small city for a few years, or maybe you got married and had children in a small city in recent years. These are all uncertain.

Yes, many things are uncertain, just like five years ago, I didn't expect myself to be like this, and I couldn't predict my future life, so I had to live in the present every day.

I don't like winter, but I especially like the warm sunshine in winter.

What am I thinking when I drink coffee? I don't know, maybe it's a person's idea, with ordinary trivial daily life and ideal distance.