Match point

Chapter 679 Romanticism
Dimitrov's eyes and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles, watching Gawain put all the "juggling balls" in an orderly manner, his smile became even brighter.

But smiling, Gawain stood up, and Dimitrov's eyes subconsciously followed Gawain's footsteps, and he saw the figure at the door.

After what happened in the tavern tonight, he would not be surprised if Gao Wen said that he still has friends here; however, it was a college student... woman?
"Hey, good evening." Gao Wen took the initiative to say hello.

"Hey, stranger." Pulan had come to his senses at this time, continued his actions, hung up his coat, and kept a polite smile.

A word, a title, Gao Wen immediately understood, and raised his jaw slightly, "I know, no matter what I say now, you will definitely think it is an excuse."

It has been two weeks since the last meeting in Paris.

These two weeks have been very busy and fulfilling for Gao Wen, and he has not contacted Pulan at all——

But Gao Wen also knew that this was an excuse.

If you have the heart, there is definitely time for a text message and a phone call; in the final analysis, it is because Gao Wen needs to maintain his focus and dedication, and he has no time to do these things, at least not now.

Contact needs to be established slowly one after another, instead of sending a text message "Hi, I'm Gao Wen" and then ending it.

It takes time and it takes energy.

So, after all, Gao Wen still didn't send any text messages, and after that, he just missed the opportunity.

Today, visiting the tavern was a temporary decision; moreover, Gao Wen really never thought that they would meet here by chance.

Now, the scene is embarrassing——

Obviously, Pu Lan didn't like the situation where he gave out his contact information but didn't get any response. To be precise, no one should like it.

Gao Wen's words didn't get a response, but he didn't leave either, looking at Pulan sincerely.

"Feel sorry."

At least, this sentence is what he can and should do.

Seeing the sincerity and sincerity of the man in front of her, Pulan raised her jaw slightly. She had to admit that she was angry, very, very angry.

Especially when she heard this sentence of sorry, the tossing and turning, worrying about gains and losses, and brooding over the past two weeks all surged up, and she became even more angry.

She didn't want to talk to the man in front of her at all, but when she walked away, she stopped and thought about it:
Perhaps, she at least deserves a reason.

"I don't know, why don't you give it a try? Does your reason sound like an excuse?"

Generous, straightforward, calm.

Pulan's eyes were so bright, without any shyness or restraint, nor did he hide his depression and anger, he just looked straight at him.

Like a Wang lake.

As a result, Gao Wen was slightly stunned.

But after a brief pause, the smile came back to the corner of his mouth, and various thoughts swirled in his mind, and Gao Wen decided to change his expression.

"Have you seen a movie called 'Before the Dawn Breaks'?"

"In the movie, the hero and the heroine meet unexpectedly on the train to Vienna. The plane leaves, but they still roam the city."

"After a perfect night, instead of exchanging contact information, they agreed with each other to meet again in Vienna six months later. If they can meet, it means that the spark of the night is not a fleeting fireworks, but The real bond that attracts each other's souls."

Pu Lan didn't interrupt, but quietly looked at the man in front of him.

Although he still has a straight face, without much expression, and maintains his "angry" posture, the smile under his eyes is like a little bit of stars slowly lighting up in the night, one two three four, those deep ocean-like eyes Just like that, a faint halo appeared.

When the man's words came to an end, the corners of Pu Lan's mouth rose slightly, but he calmed down immediately, and his mood brightened quietly.

"So, are you trying to romanticize our story with the movie?"

"Oh, so, you mean we did have a story between us?"

The man keenly grasped the details in Pulan's words, which made Pulan a little annoyed, he pursed his lips tightly, but the smile was sparsely settled in his eyes.

"Don't change the subject."

Pullan cleared his throat.

"Their story happened in the distant 1995. At that time, there were no mobile phones, no text messages, no social networks and no Internet calls, and there were not so many transatlantic planes, so they chose such an agreed way. So, what's your excuse?"

It wasn't until tonight that Pulan realized that he was tall, really, really tall.

With a height of 177 cm, she is already very tall among the girls, and she always stands out from the crowd when standing in the crowd. It has become a habit to look up and look down.

At this time, she had to experience the taste of looking up after a long absence, and then she could see the man's clear and bright eyes, honest and sincere.

"Because I don't want to be like a 14-year-old kid who keeps sending you text messages. After sending text messages, I hold my phone and wait for a reply. I can't do anything. That will make me very frustrated."

"And then, like a lunatic, I will look for any clues about you on social networks, and finally turn into a stalker, go to jail, and the story will come to an end here."

Without warning, the story took a sharp turn, so suddenly and so absurd that Pulan couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing happily.

The atmosphere is like ice and snow bathing in the warm sun.

Looking at Pulan's smile again, the corners of Gawain's mouth also rose.

"Also, I have my own job, and it's the sprint time recently. I need to keep myself focused and I need to devote myself [-] percent."

"So, I didn't call that number."

"Then, pray and wait for the dust to settle, and when I call again, you will still remember me instead of changing the phone number."

again!
There was another twist at the end of the speech, and Pu Lan's smile was fully bloomed, and then, she finally spoke, again.

"Like the Middle Ages?"

"what?"

"Such an old-fashioned approach is like the Middle Ages. There are no telephones, text messages, or Internet. There are only letters. Then write an address that you don't know if you can send it, and wait quietly for a reply."

"There is nothing wrong with being old-fashioned. Now the whole world is moving faster and faster. I wish I could fill up every minute and every second. But occasionally slow down, be more patient and careful to feel life, and maybe you will be able to discover Everyday life is different.”

There was a trace of surprise in Pu Lan's eyes, "I don't know, so you are such a romanticist?"

"Actually, I don't know. It turns out that it's romantic to slow down in life, and I learned something new today." Gao Wen's extremely serious answer successfully made Pu Lan laugh again.

(End of this chapter)