The life rhythm of people in a city is the pulse of the city Ruirui said so.
Everyone has his or her own interesting experiences every day, just like a bud in the soil accidentally ushering in the rising sun. Every chance has its corresponding opportunity. In every parting and reunion, we may all have sadness, happiness, pain, and surprise. But as long as we remember that the meaning of life is to experience in this multiple cycle of happiness, sadness, pain, and surprise, of course, there are other things - such as love, friendship, and family.
In every corner of the city, there are such groups struggling for their own goals. They burn their youth and blood, contribute to the society and the country, and contribute their own small but powerful energy. Perhaps these small energies can form a more powerful light and shine brightly under this starry sky when they are gathered together.
On a bright morning, the first ray of sunlight curled down through the cracks in the leaves outside the window and splashed on Ruirui's bed. At this moment, Ruirui is still in a peaceful sleep. Maybe he was really tired from yesterday's work. Maybe he stayed up late again. He was used to getting up late all the time. He always had to find countless excuses to tell himself that it was normal. But the alarm clock never gave him the chance to be at ease. It rang crazily throughout the room. The important thing is that, one, two, three, four, five, six, that is a whole six alarm clocks, distributed in different positions in the room, do not give him any breathing time. Once, he could quickly turn off two or three alarm clocks in three seconds, but this time he had no place to evaporate his sleep. He rubbed his sleepy head and reluctantly got up, secretly worrying that his mother had increased the number of alarm clocks.
As soon as she left the room, her mother was already wearing a stiff face, disdaining him for getting up late. She also raised her voice in a high octave: "I don't want to go to wash up so late." Ruirui reluctantly obeyed the tough order, as if a recruit did not dare to disobey the order issued by the superior. Quickly wash, fasten the backpack, grab the bread prepared on the table and rush out of the door as soon as possible, ignoring the roaring behind the mother: "No milk!" Step on the mountain bike, pedal, and start the journey to the company. Along the way, the cool wind rustled on Ruirui's emaciated face, and wanted to cut some more flesh. Ruirui exhaled, slightly dispelling the chill on his face, thinking that everything would be fine as long as he was not late and not scolded. He is also worried about being scolded by his boss on this day, and perhaps even more worried about his job.
Fortunately, in the last minute, Ruirui arrived at the company by bike. It was too late to be thankful. The boss still scolded him. It turned out that he had left the air conditioner off when he returned from work last night. Needless to say, it's another piece of review and fine. Ruirui shrugs his shoulders, thinking that sighing is useless. The result of salary deduction is the ultimate essence. When will this life come to an end? Ruirui has already felt enough, but the work will continue and will repeat every day of the past. He always thought that this was his whole life, no waves, no surprises, really good? He asked himself countless times, but in the end, he threw himself into the stone in the stagnant water and heard nothing.
Ruirui is a designer who completes the corresponding design work according to the needs of his boss, who assigns many tasks each time, so that he never uses his free time to find inspiration, just like a small fish hanging on the hook, breathing faint life with the swing of the hook. Without your own space, it is the fatal injury of designers. Ruirui turned on the computer and received the work email from afar. With a few drops, it was also the production of multiple design schemes. His boss's fastidious attitude towards the design scheme reappeared in his mind, but he still habitually opened the design software and started the so-called business unfinished, without hesitation, as usual. A cup of Maxwell coffee gradually dissipates in the mouth, and only this time of tasting may be the best time to enjoy the sense of pleasure that has not yet been exhausted, so that you can relax physically and mentally.
When the coffee cup bottomed out, Ruirui knew that lunch time was coming. Because the design is urgent, he often asks his colleagues to bring some takeout. After an hour of work, he finally finished. He had expected to have a warm meal, but he didn't expect Xiao Liu from the next seat to order a little less, which made his stomach a little difficult. When the takeout arrived, everyone else had their own set meal, leaving Ruirui's table empty. Xiao Liu also kept apologizing, saying that he would invite you to have a meal when he was free next time. He might be too busy recently, and asked Ruirui to forgive him a little. He took out several delivery orders and handed them to Ruirui. He said that this point should not be delivered. Choose one to eat. As long as you don't stay too long, the boss will go out for a meeting this afternoon anyway. Ruirui thought that every time the boss went out for a meeting, Liu would sneak out for a while, although he didn't know what the boy was doing. Ruirui looked at all kinds of takeout lists and felt that they had tasted all the food and had no sense of freshness. He wanted to see which was closer. At this time, a square piece of paper, like a take away list, but not sure, stood out from it. What is this? Ruirui muttered curiously. "It seems that the name is a new store. I haven't eaten it before. I don't know." Xiao Liu echoed with spinach in his mouth.
Ruirui picked up the paper and looked at it carefully. There was a circle of watercolor pens on the side of the square paper, with big words in the middle: "Dada Coffee House". Then there is a series of introductions, probably all manual. With such a low takeout list, Ruirui thought that there are more takeout places near the company for dessert, so he still chose to give up decisively. Maybe he would be surprised to find a place far away. So he made a quick decision and rode off. Along the way, the warm noon sun fell on Ruirui, which seemed to be filled with relaxation. The bike roamed the road leisurely, like a fish in the water. Ruirui finally has time to observe the scenery on the street. It's not bad. It seems that I neglect a lot every day. Suddenly, he seemed to see something and looked back one by one, making the car stop at the same place. Eh, the name of Dada Coffee House in front of him suddenly fell into his eyes, which was so close to the company.
When the eyes are attracted, they cannot move away. Ruirui slightly raised his head. The signboard painted on the edge is a bit retro but not new. The seemingly childish font changed the whole mood, especially the bottom of the word "Da Da" extended the European and American writing style. From the design point of view, it really has a unique flavor. Ruirui believes that the owner of this store is very artistic, at least his vision has been forced to focus. Why not go in and have a look, he thought.
Dada Coffee House, what a strange name.
