The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

"It's good to have you, you two must be tired, please come with me..."

The man woke up and quickly figured out the situation, and insisted on pulling us to his shop to sit down.

The café resounded with the melodious sound of the piano, the warm sunlight filled the slightly drunk afternoon, blending a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, the manager skillfully grinded the coffee beans, and soon the small shop was filled with

bursts of fragrance The man looked in his early thirties, with single eyelids, a ruddy complexion, and his hair neatly combed behind his head, perhaps because he was accustomed to showing a flattering smirk, and a few fine wrinkles oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"I'm sorry... I don't have any good stuff, but the craft of making coffee is quite famous in this town, so please try it. He

shivered and untied his blood-stained apron, carefully hung the hook beside him, and held his right hand in his left hand, and then respectfully handed over his freshly brewed coffee, and as if he were holding some priceless treasure, he bent low, even though he had just been freed from the fear of escaping death, he still looked happy.

The young lady next to me looked at him motionlessly, a cold smirk on her face.

Looking at that cold smile, my consciousness seemed to drift back to when I first met her.

The door was pushed open, and a tall girl entered, with a smile on her face, looking mysterious and secretive, and exuding a cold atmosphere

, "Hello, doctor, I'm Mostima." You've probably heard the Emperor say that I'm not bound by Rhode Island's contract with Penguin Logistics and am free to move. However, I also spend time in Rhode Island in my free time. Well, please advise. "

A short self-introduction, not a single superfluous word.

In fact, as she said, I really don't see her often on the island, but because of this, I cherish the opportunity to meet even more,

after all, having a good relationship with the operators on the island is the basic...

Not to mention the small talk on weekdays, there is also ...

Whether it's a silent rainy night or a dawn before dawn, as long as she returns from her mission, she will definitely see me preparing snacks and tea, covering the quilt and guarding her at the door.

From turning a blind eye at the beginning, to politely refusing, to after I carefully checked the file and painstakingly prepared the other party's preferences...

Finally, on a silent night, she passed in front of me again, and instead of walking straight by, she stopped, winked at me, and said as if she couldn't bear

it, "Doctor, you don't have to wait here every time..."

"What... Meaning..."

My voice was so muffled that I couldn't even hear it clearly.

She looked up at the night sky outside the door where only scattered stars remained, the thin shadows looked particularly bleak in the vast night, and a meteor crossed by her, and she whispered to herself.

"For me, affection, friendship, love and the like, although I don't hate it, I don't need it either... So, you don't have to think about how to build a good relationship with me... Good dreams, Doctor.

After saying that, she touched my head, turned around and left, without the slightest hesitation, leaving me and a table of cold wine and food.

After countless attempts....

The next time, she bumped into me at the door again.

The thin body was slightly stunned for a moment, and even the mask-like smirk stiffened for a moment

, as if with anger and expressionlessness, she walked over to me and sat down, and let out a long sigh.

She

began to tell me about the events of the journey—all kinds of people, beautiful scenery, mouth-watering food, bizarre stories... At this time, the expression on that face was so rich and natural, and the appearance of the mouth and the rich tone repeatedly refreshed my cognition, as if my boring life had also brightened.

But as long as she mentioned the past, she was always stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, kept silent, and her clear eyes revealed a touch of helplessness and sentimentality.

The bleak aura, the strangely shaped black and white staff, the legend of the fallen angel all hint at her unspeakable past and countless secrets, but I cherish this hard-won friendship and will not ask about it.

Another night, when she returned from her mission, she was no longer surprised to see me, but smiled slightly, and sat down briskly leaning against me at the table.

Pushing the cup and changing the lamp is another novel journey, with a girl's emotional explanation.

I was a little drunk, and her cheeks flushed.

The face was like a white lotus in full bloom, and the smile was written on her face, overflowing with satisfied joy, and

she held my face

, "Friend... There's a good one, too..."The

boss's hurried apology pulled me back to reality.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

he quickly picked up two small saucers as if he had suddenly realized, poured both coffees into them, and took a slight sip.

"There will be no problem, I won't be so rude to my benefactor..."The

coffee has a rich and mellow taste, close to smell, the refreshing aroma is even more fascinating, melted with a sugar cube, the faint bitterness will bloom in the taste buds with just the right amount of sweetness, fluttering as if the whole person is going to dissolve in this small coffee cup.

Looking at our intoxicated expressions, the boss smiled slightly and nodded with satisfaction.

"You can come whenever you want, and the meals are free. "