Spring has passed quickly, and summer in Qingdao is coming. It's also when the clams are at their fattest. There is good news today. A Little Red House Cafe designed by Henry has opened for business. The owner of the coffee shop invited Henry to the opening ceremony. Henry also called Mu Yan to drink Jimmy.
This little red building is divided into upper and lower floors. The first floor is a coffee shop and a book bar. The second floor is a tea room, bathroom and a studio. A ginkgo tree in the yard provides shade for Xiaohonglou. A large magpie with blue tail feathers flew to the tree and cried. Joy was on people's faces. This is the first seaside cafe in Qingdao. You can see the sea from the sun room on the second floor. Large floor-to-ceiling glass windows provide an excellent view of the sea. It has to be said that Henry's design is at least 20 years ahead. Not out of date until now.
The lighting in the book bar is a warm orange, and there are a few sofa chairs in the corner. The guests in twos and threes ordered a cup of coffee and watched with a small book in their hands. This chaotic world seems to stand still in this quiet afternoon. It seems that the German occupation of Jiaozhou Bay and the Japanese covetousness have never happened in this cafe. There is only the aroma of roasted coffee beans, only couples whispering, only merchants talking about business, and only rich ladies who are full time wife.
Henry ordered a latte for Mu Yan and Jimmy each, and said, "Latte is the signature of this shop, try it without sugar." Mu Yan felt that everything here was so novel and so kind. When she took her first sip of coffee, it was bitter, a little sour, a little thick, and a little fragrant. It gave the stomach and intestines to iron, to the brain to be excited and sober, and to the heart to be excited. Mu Yan said, "This is my first time drinking coffee. It's bitter, but it smells so good! The mouth is silky, heart-warming, and delicious! You Europeans will really enjoy it." Jimmy said, "This is what it was back then. Chinese tea is all the rage in Europe, and a tael of tea is worth a tael of gold. Tea is popular in the court, but they like to drink tea with milk and sugar." "That's how the word afternoon tea came from, or why not? What about afternoon coffee?" "Well, without you two literate people, good coffee can't stop you. How about this cafe I designed?" "It's more than that, it was quite Okay, my big designer!" Jimmy complimented deliberately.
They moved from the store to the outdoor seats outside the store. Mu Yan took out the sausages from the store, and Jimi took out a few bottles of beer from the factory, and a few people drank it freely. They talked eloquently, as far as Zhuangzhou, Confucius, Mencius, Laozi, Socrates, and Aristotle. Near to Kande Nietzsche, Marx Darwin, Wang Shouren, Lu Jiuyuan. The thoughts of young people collide with gorgeous fireworks. This afternoon belongs to philosophy, to life, to three young souls. They recite radical poetry, they toast friendship. Henry played Brahms' Ballade on the harmonica. Mu Yan looked at Henry playing the harmonica. Henry's blonde hair shimmered in the sunset, like the skirt of the sun. As soon as you see it, it is a thousand years.
［for my beloved fiance and future husband Reinhart］
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