Chapter 56: Caramel Macchiato's Sweet Mark

  Sitting on the bus, looking out of the window, the scenery that is imprinted in my eyes is retreating scene by scene. Those scenes flash before my eyes and disappear, until new ones appear and disappear again. What remains in my heart are only moments of beauty.

  His home is in Shuiziyuan, my home is in Xiangxi Waterfront, both are residential areas built by the lake. Originally just one stop away, but before that we had never met each other, we all took the bus close to our homes to school, and that was two different buses. Now we know, it turns out we were so close.

  "If I have enough time in the future, I'd like to ride on the same bus as you." He said lightly, it turned out he had also noticed this issue.

  Standing on the balcony of his house, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, all the scenery can be seen at a glance. The landscape of Shuixiangju is beautiful, and you can see that piece of charming lake. The wind blows, the curtains flutter, with the breath of spring floating in, with the fragrance of flowers coming, also making the clean and comfortable room more rich in beauty.

  "Come in and sit down! It's windy over there, it won't be comfortable if you stay for too long." He was still as meticulous as ever.

  I followed him to sit down on the sofa, he took out a disc of Ryuichi Sakamoto's works and handed it to me, "Remember to take it home and watch it later!"

  "Great!" My eyes had already been fixed on the disc, and I was overjoyed at the thought of being able to appreciate my favorite movie once again.

  He brought over some fruit and pastries, and poured me a drink. "Help yourself!"

  "You can stop being busy now, take a rest, you've been tired from playing outside for so long."

  "I'm fine, it's your first time coming to my home, how can I neglect you?" He said with a smile.

  "You really don't have to bother, I'm fine, you should sit down and take a rest!"

  "I'll go make you a Caramel Macchiato!" He chuckled softly and didn't respond to what I said, but continued speaking like that.

  Caramel Macchiato, as soon as I hear this name, my heart moves slightly. There was once a person who also said he would make Caramel Macchiato for me when he was sick, and I advised him to give up. But such an image seems to be getting farther and farther away, will it disappear? No, let this feeling stay in my heart forever! And now, the one in front of me, without waiting for me to say anything, starts busying himself in the kitchen.

  "Do you need my help?" I asked as I walked over.

  "You just sit there and wait for me to finish."

  I was flipping through a magazine on the couch, but my mind wandered to the kitchen, people who are willing to make caramel macchiatos must be very meticulous.

  "It's done." Before long, he brought the coffee over.

  I gazed at the coffee cup with delight.

  The Caramel Macchiato in front of me presents a charming appearance. It's like a work of art, expressing the creator's intentions and emotions. On top of the white, dense milk foam is a pattern drawn with caramel, very beautiful. I appreciate the lovely design, which is also a kind of visual enjoyment.

  "Would you like to try some and see how it tastes?"

  I took a light sip, the rich milky flavor lingered between my lips and teeth, slowly unfolding into a mellow and wonderful sensation. The sweetness of caramel, the fragrance of milk, and the bitterness of coffee were blended in perfect harmony, neither too strong nor too weak, extremely perfect, and extremely addictive.

  "Wen Yu's Caramel Macchiato is so delicious!" I exclaimed.

  "Since you like Caramel Macchiato so much, I'll take you there often in the future. However, we can't drink too much coffee and that sort of thing." He said without thinking.

  "Hehe, I said it without your consent." He continued, revealing a simple and slightly naive smile unique to boys.

  "Okay, I'm willing to go with you."

  Caramel Macchiato, originally a sweet impression. At this moment, as I drink the coffee, I have such a feeling too. This sweetness, I don't know if it comes from the coffee itself or from what he said, at this moment, I can no longer distinguish between them, all I feel is sweetness.

  "Right, Qing Yi, let's go fly a kite at the riverbank tomorrow! Many classmates from school are going, and I heard students from other schools will be there too, it'll definitely be lively."

  "Okay." I replied quickly. For some reason, I always accepted any invitation from him.

  This quiet afternoon, the sunlight shines obliquely on the bright window, and the wind blows by, rolling up the thin curtains, as if it were a beautiful dance of light gauze. I am enjoying the wonderful time with caramel macchiato in his home.