It turns out that there is nothing special about this tavern. It is not a resort visited by celebrities, nor is it a tourist attraction recommended by travel experts. It is just a small shop in the neighborhood that I pass by on my way to the training ground every day. I opened the door out of curiosity.
, but another adventure occurred.
Just like Alice in Wonderland.
After learning the whole story, Dimitrov's eyes widened, full of surprise and surprise.
"Why don't we have this experience?"
Leaving the court, leaving the training ground, temporarily leaving the "bubble", entering reality, feeling the breath of life, and experiencing other things besides tennis, it seems that you can open the world from another perspective, and then re-examine your life.
Those worries, those sorrows, those losses... don't seem so heavy anymore.
Quietly, Dimitrov regained his usual appearance and became alive again.
"I mean, I lived in Paris for many, many years and I spent my entire teenage years training in Paris."
"But the atmosphere of life here always has a kind of...how should I describe it? Alienation, as if I live here but don't live here."
"Ah, I don't know how to describe it. All in all, it's like an outsider."
As he spoke, Dimitrov realized that they were in an authentic Parisian bistro. He quickly looked around, but then he discovered:
No one cares about them at all.
"Look, this is what I mean, they don't care about my appearance, and they also refuse my integration."
Looking at the nagging Dimitrov, Gawain knew that this was a good sign, as the negative emotions seemed to be venting out bit by bit.
Then, Gawain also leaned forward slightly and asked in a loud voice, "You mean, it seems that we are in the same space, but it seems like two worlds?"
The tavern was still exactly the same as in the memory, bustling and noisy outside, and equally full inside, but the difference was that the conversations inside were slightly lowered, even if they were occasionally a little louder, but then the volume would be lowered, and then the conversation would continue.
"Ah! Yes, yes, yes." Dimitrov's eyes lit up and he said happily, "Exactly right, that's it, that's how it feels."
Gawain nodded.
"I did the same thing before."
"But I think that everyone opens the world in a different way. Because of culture, language, age, life experience, etc., the images projected on the brain through sight are all different. Maybe, I can make some attempts, and then
Let’s see what happens.”
"That's one of the joys of life."
“Next time, if you don’t get a response in Paris, try Bulgarian.”
In one sentence, Dimitrov burst into laughter.
reason?
Dimitrov's father was a tennis coach, so he became interested in tennis from an early age and spent his youth under his father's guidance. After entering his teenage years, his father sent Dimitrov to Paris to study in
Mouratoglou Tennis School receives professional training——
Mouratoglou, whose full name is Patrick Mouratoglou, has not been so famous for a long time. He only has a certain reputation in Europe, but since June 2012, he has served as William's
After James' coaching, things were different.
Dimitrov will know Serena Williams, and even have scandals, because of Mouratoglou.
Dimitrov spent his entire teenage years in Paris.
Compared with Gawain, Dimitrov can be regarded as half a master in Paris; moreover, his French is very fluent and his life is no problem at all.
Result, now?
Dimitrov smiled extremely brightly, but Gawain, who was sitting opposite, was confused and didn't understand why his words just hit Dimitrov's point of laughter.
At this time, someone happened to be passing by, but their footsteps stopped next to them. The narrow space of the tavern forced people to slow down.
Gawain raised his head and stole his doubtful gaze, but before he could speak, the man politely patted Dimitrov on the shoulder and said a few words:
French.
Dimitrov answered fluently, then looked down at the ground beside him, showed a smile, picked up the scarf that had fallen to the ground, and then said a few more words before watching the man move on.
's back.
Gawain understood one word: thank you.
Dimitrov looked back and explained to Gawain with a smile, "My scarf slipped to the ground. He happened to see it when he was passing by. He was worried that someone would step on it, so he reminded him politely."
Gao Wensheng looked at Dimitrov helplessly, "Do you know French?"
"I've lived here for nearly ten years."
Dimitrov worked very hard to suppress his smile, but he still did not forget to take care of Gawain's emotions. He closed his smile before it was about to be completely released, and then waved his hands repeatedly.
"Even so, I must admit that I have never been familiar with these taverns. My life was basically a two-point line between the training ground and my residence. After all, I was just a child at that time."
As he spoke, Dimitrov saw Gawain's movements and tried to stop Gawain, but he still couldn't hold back his smile, and his cheerful voice echoed in his chest.
Gawain leaned back in his chair and made a clown's juggling action of throwing a ball. There was no ball in the air at all, but the coordination of his movements and eyes was particularly good and vivid.
The self-deprecation in it couldn't be more obvious.
Dimitrov showed a cheerful smile again, especially when Gawain sighed, "No one knows the sorrow of the clown", which made Dimitrov almost unable to hold back, and he used all his strength to avoid it.
In danger of laughing out loud, he quickly glanced around to make sure he wasn't disturbing anyone else.
However, the smile in his eyes still overflowed.
"Pfft".
Around the tavern, cheerful laughter was scattered sparsely. Even if they didn't know the whole story, they couldn't help laughing when they saw Gawain playing tricks. The bartenders and waiters even gave Gawain a thumbs up.
Gawain noticed the trivial sounds around him, raised his head, and nodded to everyone very calmly and politely, as if he was performing on the street.
Then, Gawain saw the figure at the door of the tavern——
Emily Pullan was taking off her scarf and preparing to hang her coat on the hanger at the door.
Apparently, Pulan had just entered the tavern, and then he saw Gawain juggling air balloons. The impact of the whole picture was so strong that the action paused slightly, as if he was digesting the ridiculous scene in front of him.
Gawain was not embarrassed. He still threw the air balls slowly and "collected" the balls one by one in order. After finishing the juggling, he approached Dimitrov and whispered a few words, then stood up and walked towards
He took steps in the direction of Pu Lan.
"Hey, good evening." Gawain took the initiative to say hello.
"Hey, stranger." Pulan hung up his coat and said with a smile.
