A literary cafe opens a romantic caf é to satisfy his romantic dream of coffee.

Open a cafe just for your own liking.

To slow down time.

Savor it.

There are no waiters walking around

There is no noise.

A few pieces of plain old elm furniture

Some newly purchased coffee cups

Some lazy cats.

Or three or five friends talk eloquently.

Or one person, one cup, one book.

Steal half the time.

Not ostentatious, not extravagant.

Music sings softly

Flow slowly to the heart

Touch the heartstrings.

Or the guests are full.

Or a little deserted.

But as long as someone comes in,

Take off the gorgeous embellishments

Select a small corner near the window

A cup of coffee, start a story.

Get together to talk about old friends, beautiful girls, humble uncles

We met because of coffee.

We nodded and smiled at each other.

Everyone has his own story.

Or choose to be in a daze quietly.

Enjoy a moment of emptiness.

Or here, talking and laughing, forget.

They are all passers-by.

Left.

Go back to their stories.

Keep going.

The only thing that remains the same

It's the feeling of coffee, it always flows in my heart.

Regardless of joy or sorrow, at least

There's a place to put it down.

It's okay, it's okay.

If you know how to be satisfied, you can be happy

A cafe, not big, but warm

There's a story, yours and mine.

Taste every cup of coffee for yourself.

You have to experience every inch of time.

Pull up the curtains and let the sun in

Illuminate yourself and slow down.

Source: Tianjin coffee people