Chapter 681 Nothing can be done more than three times
Little by little, the smile on the corner of Pu Lan's mouth bloomed lightly, but this time, Pu Lan did not avoid looking at Gawain, but looked at Gawain calmly.
“Perfect answer!”
"Faced with such a difficult trap question, he was able to give such a standard answer. It seems that a certain gentleman should be a girl killer. He must have experienced many similar situations."
Although the words were meant to make complaints, it could be seen from the eyes and smile that they were actually meant to be ridiculing.
Gawain did not quibble or deny, but showed a perfect smile.
"So, what do you think of a cunning man who can give a perfect answer to a trap question?"
Is this...a counterattack?
Pu Lan was very, very surprised. She retracted her jaw slightly, and then she couldn't hold it back anymore. The smile spread from the bottom of her eyes little by little, like ripples, and finally bloomed lightly at the corners of her mouth.
"I think he always maintains a gentlemanly demeanor and abides by boundaries, but shows gentleness and care at critical moments. He doesn't mind showing his wisdom and cunning, and shows himself frankly and honestly."
"Such a man is very charming."
One comes, one goes.
Tacit understanding, perfect.
Gawain gently raised his chin, the smile in his eyes was shining, but he still controlled the corners of his mouth.
"Perfect answer."
"Faced with such a picky and troublesome trap question, he was able to give an unparalleled standard answer. It seems that a certain lady must also... read romance novels and girl comics."
At a turning point, Pulan was stunned for a moment, then laughed happily, leaning forward and backward, completely imageless.
But the point is, Pu Lan doesn't mind.
Gawain looked at Pulan seriously, and finally remembered Dimitrov who was still in his seat.
"Tonight, I came here with my friends. If you don't mind, you can come and join us."
With that said, Gawain turned around and motioned to Dimitrov.
Dimitrov was holding a cup of ice cream and enjoying the scene with great interest, just like a crowd watching an eight o'clock soap opera.
Seeing Gawain and Pulan both turn around, Dimitrov's eyes widened and he didn't know how to respond for a moment:
Does he need to hide for a while?
Pulan waved to Dimitrov generously, and then looked at Gawain.
"No need. I came here tonight just to relax, because I still have two big books to read in the evening, the daily life of students."
Gawain nodded slightly to express his understanding, "So... do you want my contact information?"
Pulan tilted his head, with a smile in his eyes, "Wait a minute, didn't you lose my contact information? And then you just came up with a lot of excuses to excuse yourself?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Gawain said deliberately, "This is my true face, be careful. So, do you want my contact information?"
Pulan thought carefully and said, "No."
"you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure we will meet again." Pu Lan's tone was very determined, "The next time we meet each other, it will be the third time."
A smile crept up the corner of Pu Lan's mouth, "Look, it's the 21st century now. We are learning to make an impossible agreement in romantic movies, pretending that we all believe in fairy tales and hope, but this is also interesting.
It’s something, isn’t it?”
"Let's see how the story continues."
"If we can meet for a third time and still remember each other's names and have a pleasant conversation, then I think we will know what to do by then."
Light, yet confident.
Looking into Pu Lan's eyes, the curve of the corners of Gawain's mouth slowly calmed down, but the smile fell on his eyes, "You are indeed French, you look very confident."
"No, that's not usually the case. The French in the movies are all so romantic, but in reality the French believe that romance is dead and has been completely killed with the rise of the Internet." Poulin blinked, teasing and joking coming easily.
, "But the thing is like this, now there are more and more communication methods and they are more and more developed, but the distance between people is getting farther and farther."
"You mean, our eyes are always on electronic products, but we will never look at each other again, nor will we sit down and talk face to face like Parisians do."
"Yes, absolutely. So, I was disappointed and angry that you didn't contact me, but after hearing your explanation, I thought you were right." The smile on Pulan's lips rose, "Maybe,
You are right, we should choose to believe that miracles exist, just like we believe in hope."
"Ha. So, is this fate or a mistake?"
"Wait, wait for time to give us the answer."
This time, Gawain did not answer, but turned his head and looked around. The whole action was so obvious that Pulan thought something had happened at the scene and looked around, but the tavern was still the same tavern, nothing special.
Even on weekday nights, it is still bustling with a group of ordinary people.
"What's wrong?" Pulan looked at Gawain and asked his question directly without continuing to guess.
Gawain shrugged, "No, I'm checking to see if there are cameras around, because this is all like a movie scene, a bit incredible."
"..." Pulan couldn't believe that she had been fooled by Gawain's little trick again, and she obediently looked around.
But the key is that she doesn't hate it.
Not only was it not annoying, but the curve of the corner of his mouth was raised again, and then Pulan continued, "If it is really a movie, it would be too retro and too old-fashioned, and the audience would probably protest strongly."
"People are always like this and dislike movies being cliched, but you know what? Cliché also means classic. We should not deny classics in pursuit of novelty." Gao Wen said seriously.
Pu Lan looked at Gawain with a smile on his lips. This time he did not speak in a hurry. Instead, he paused, took a small step forward, stood on tiptoes, came close to Gawain's ear, and whispered, "I don't dislike movies.
Old-fashioned, I dislike your tricks and jokes as old-fashioned and not young at all."
A sly light flashed in Pu Lan's eyes, and he stepped back.
But he didn't expect that Gawain took another half step forward. You retreated and I advanced. The distance that had not yet been fully opened was shortened again, and they were almost touching each other, like a tango.
The surging air was burning, and Pulan held his breath for an instant.
Then, Gawain leaned forward slightly and whispered in Pu Lan's ear, "Have you forgotten? We are filming a medieval story. Maybe old-fashioned tricks were popular at that time?"
Pulan could feel Gawain's breath gently surging in his ears, light and hot, and his ears suddenly started to itch, and he subconsciously averted his eyes.
But before Pulan could react, Gawain had already stepped back and distanced himself. The cold air surged in again, and the space between the two people seemed to suddenly expand——
The beating of the heart suddenly lost its original frequency and became chaotic.