When I was a child, this row of houses was on the edge of a river. There were some old factories and rice fields. The water in the rainy season would overflow to the window of our house. Many small bugs crawled to the screen window... This is a few years old when I only have a few memories... Later, I don’t know which year I went back to study. There are many new buildings built on this road, the rice fields are gone, and the river water is also dry. When I was a child, I felt a big place. Suddenly I can ride my bike. I can finish it... The 1982 address is in a warehouse in one of those old houses. The tile roof and skylights still retain the original taste. Those old wood also look a little old, after the decoration has been reinforced, it has become a very popular retro style now, from a restaurant to a cafe, it seems to have been through more than ten years... I like this boss very much, she will open some folk songs from time to time, movie sharing theme, I have also insisted on it for many years. There are not many bosses with feelings. It is more rare to insist on it... Day coffee and night wine, there are cocktails and whiskeys here, the proprietress is still a locomotive lover... Every time I go home, I have to go here to drink coffee. The beans baked by the proprietress are particularly fragrant. Every time she will let her express some to me. Drink a cup of coffee with the boss’s hand, in this old house recalled in childhood, time flows quietly... #urban humanities handwriting #niche discovery society #coffee travel #coffee shop #yan control's favorite afternoon tea