Southern town, autumn rain, more than ten days without the sun, cold and humid climate makes some people irritable. Autumn season, but with the temperature of winter, people put on early down jacket, but still shivering. Street pedestrians rush, coffee shop but do not turn the scene. Temperature suitable, warm music, is a good place to escape the cold. I also point here a cup of coffee, turned over a half-day did not understand the books, drink half, Meng think of it, I do not know what this cup of coffee, I laugh myself Ma Daha. Holding the cup of unknown coffee, and think of the list of friends there is also a bit called coffee friends, there have been ten years, in addition to know that he called the coffee name, I know nothing about him. I smiled and asked myself in the end is naive or trust? Should be trust it, I asked myself, I still be a rational person. I only know that the name of the people in the circle of friends there for ten years, there are reasons. We do not have much communication, but the festivals send greetings, the earthquake can see his care, warm. All the exchanges are gentlemen of the turn, very dull, but real. Because of trust, so there is, I give myself a reason. Whether it is holding the nameless coffee, or friends circle there is the name of the coffee, I am grateful to him, thanks for the existence of trust.