Dimitrov's eyes and corners of his mouth were full of smiles. Seeing Gawain collect all the "juggling balls" in an orderly manner, his smile became even brighter.
But with a smile, Gawain stood up. Dimitrov's eyes followed Gawain's footsteps subconsciously, and he saw the figure at the door.
After what happened in the tavern tonight, he would not be surprised if Gawain said he still had friends here; however, it was a college student-looking... woman?
"Hey, good evening." Gawain 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 maintained a polite smile.
With just one word and a title, Gawain immediately understood and gently raised his chin, "I know that no matter what I say now, you will definitely think it is an excuse."
Two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye since the last time we met in Paris.
The past two weeks have been very busy and fulfilling for Gawain. He has not contacted Pulan at all——
But Gawain also knew that this was an excuse.
If you are serious about it, you will definitely have time for a text message or a phone call; in the final analysis, it is because Gao Wen needs to stay focused and devoted, and he does not have time to do these things, at least not now.
Contact needs to be established slowly over time, rather than sending a text message "Hello, I am Gao Wen" and then ending it.
This takes time and energy.
Therefore, Gawain still did not send any text messages after all, and then, he missed the opportunity.
Today, visiting the tavern was a temporary decision; moreover, Gawain really never thought that they would meet here by chance.
Now, the situation becomes awkward——
Obviously, Pulan didn't like the situation when he didn't get any response after giving out his contact information. To be precise, no one would like it.
Gawain's words received no response, but he did not leave either and looked at Pu Lan sincerely.
"Feel sorry."
At least, this is what he can and should do.
Pu Lan looked at the sincerity and sincerity of the man in front of her and raised her chin slightly. She had to admit that she was angry, very, very angry.
Especially after hearing this apology, all the tossing and turning, worrying about gains and losses, and brooding over the past two weeks came flooding back, and she became even more angry.
She didn't want to talk to the man in front of her at all, but as she walked away, she stopped again as she passed him by. Then she thought:
Maybe she should at least be given a reason.
"I don't know either. Why don't you give it a try? Will your reasons sound like excuses?"
Generous, straightforward and calm.
Pulan's eyes were so bright, without any shyness or restraint, nor concealing his depression and anger, he just looked straight at her.
Like a lake.
As a result, Gawain was slightly stunned.
But after a brief pause, the smile crept up to the corner of his mouth again, various thoughts swirled in his mind, and Gawain decided to change his way of expression.
"Have you ever seen a movie called 'Before Dawn'?"
"In the movie, the hero and the heroine meet unexpectedly on the train to Vienna. They have a very pleasant conversation, but they regret seeing each other so late. Then they change their minds and decide to get off in Vienna, even though the hero is about to board the train the next morning.
The plane leaves, but they are still roaming the city."
"After spending a perfect night, they did not exchange contact information, but agreed to meet again in Vienna six months later. If they could meet, it would mean that the sparks of this night were not fleeting fireworks, but
A true bond where each other’s souls are attracted to each other.”
Pulan did not interrupt, but looked at the man in front of him quietly.
Although he still has a straight face, without much expression, and maintains his "angry" attitude, the smile in his eyes is like the stars that slowly light up in the night, one, two, three or four, and those eyes are as deep as the ocean.
Just like that there was a slight halo.
When the man's words reached a paragraph, the corners of Pu Lan's mouth slightly raised, but they calmed down immediately, and her mood quietly brightened.
"So, you're trying to romanticize our story in a movie?"
"Oh, so, are you saying that there is indeed a story between us?"
The man keenly grasped the details in Pu Lan's words, which made Pu Lan a little annoyed. He pursed his lips tightly, but a faint smile settled in his eyes.
"Don't change the subject."
Pulan cleared his throat.
"Their story takes place in the distant 1995. At that time, there were no mobile phones, text messages, social networks, or Internet calls. There were not even that many planes flying across the Atlantic, so they chose such an agreed method.
So, what's your excuse?"
It wasn't until tonight that Pu Lan realized that he was very tall, really really tall.
She is 177 centimeters tall, which is very tall among girls. She always stands out in the crowd, and looking down and down has become a habit.
At this time, she had to experience the feeling of looking up for a long time, and then she could see the man's clear and bright eyes, honest and sincere.
"Because I don't want to be like a fourteen-year-old child who keeps sending you text messages. After sending the text messages, I hold my phone and wait for a reply. I can't do anything. That will make me very frustrated."
"Then, like a madman, I will search for any clues about you on social networks, and eventually turn into a stalker and go to jail. The story ends here."
Without warning, the story took a sudden turn, so sudden and ridiculous that Pu Lan couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
The atmosphere is like ice and snow bathing in the warm sun.
Seeing Pu Lan's renewed smile, the corners of Gawain's mouth also rose.
"Moreover, I have my own work. It's sprint time recently. I need to stay focused. I need to devote myself 100%."
"So, I didn't call that number."
"Then, pray and wait for everything to settle, and when I call you again, you will still be able to remember me instead of changing your phone number."
again!
At the end of the words, there was another twist in the sentence. Pulan's smile fully bloomed, and then she finally spoke, once again.
"Like the Middle Ages?"
"What?"
"Such an old-school approach is just like the Middle Ages. There are no phone calls, text messages, or the Internet. There are only letters. Then you write an address that you don't know if you can send it, and you quietly wait for a reply."
"There's nothing wrong with being a bit old-school. The world is moving faster and faster now, and you can't wait to fill up every second. But occasionally slow down, be more patient and careful to experience life, and you may be able to discover
Life looks different day after day."
There was a hint of surprise in Pu Lan's eyes, "I don't know, so you are such a romantic?"
"Actually, I don't know either. It turns out that slowing down in life is romantic. I learned something new today." Gawain's extremely serious answer successfully made Pu Lan laugh again.
