Borrowing Light
In the drizzling rain, Shen Riqiu stepped into this cafe hidden at the end of the town, carrying a painting kit.The raindrops slid down the edge of her umbrella, splashing tiny splashes on the ground like countless transparent pearls breaking apart.
This was the first time she had come to this town to spend some quiet time.
The doctor said it was her hometown, and she thought there was no better place in the world to find tenderness.
She got out of the station and got on the town's only bus, which slowly drove her into the quiet town.The bus slowly drove her into the town.Through the blurred windows, she saw the old houses with gray tiles and white walls silent in the rain, the creeper-covered stone bridge spanning an unknown river, and the old man selling fried chestnuts on the street corner holding up a tarpaulin umbrella.These scenes are ordinary but vivid, like a watercolor painting waiting to be painted.
Because of the rush, Shen Riquelike did not do any preparation, until the terminal, the car is not a person, she got off.The platform was empty, only a faded timetable gently swinging in the wind, the handwriting on it was already blurred.Such corners forgotten by the world often harbor the truest tenderness.
Opened her newly purchased rustic style floral umbrella, listening to the sound of the rain ticking down, the bottom of the boot iron rhythmically knocking against the stone road, white turtleneck sweater with a long skirt of linen brown, loose knit jacket with a white beret and a cotton and linen blended scarf.
The café was the first place she saw, on a stretch of road not far from the station, tucked away at the end of an old alleyway with laurel trees planted in front.The door was of old oak, painted a gentle misty green, hung with dried wreaths, the edges just worn.The window pane is low, with handwritten chalkboard lettering: "Today's Special - Warm Milk Café after the Rain".
The moment you push open the door of the cafe, the wind chime rings, a low, crisp copper sound, warmly embracing Shen Rihui's whole body and mind.
Well, it was the feeling of home.She looked around the cafe, the room was small and cleaned up.
Each table was decorated with flowers, not any expensive flowers, but wild chrysanthemums, daisies, and camellias picked from the door, stuck in clay pots or old milk bottles.
The aroma of coffee beans, handmade cookies, and wood, with a hint of milk mixed with honey, and a little finer, the smell of wood and flowers and rain.
The man behind the bar is looking down, grinding coffee beans, when he hears the wind chime and looks up at her.He wore a light gray sweater, his gaze was gentle, and he smiled lightly, "It's raining outside, isn't it?Welcome to the forest.Are you a traveler?"
She nodded and sat down at the table by the window, placing her bags at her feet.A table lamp and a jar of daisies lay on the table, warm enough that it seemed to vaporize even the fog outside the window.He brought himself a menu from the counter next to him and read it carefully.
"Something to drink?"He came out from behind the bar.
After a slight hesitation, she replied, "A rain-warmed milk chai, please."
He nodded and turned to cook.
Running a cafe by yourself, ah, Shen Rihui looked out the window, it seems not bad.
The rain outside the window grew louder, and the raindrops slapped on the glass, forming sinuous water marks.Shen Ri Aoi took out her sketchbook and pencil from the drawing kit and began to sketch the scenery outside the window.Her wrist turned nimbly, and her lines smoothly depicted the osmanthus branches swaying in the rain.
When Lin Yu walked over with her coffee, Shen Riqiu had just finished sketching an osmanthus flower in the rain.He gently placed the coffee in front of her, his gaze falling on the sketchbook, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.