He expected the surprise, but he only expected the first half, but not the second half. The impact of the surprise hit him like this.
He thought he had an insight into the overall situation, saw through Pulan's surprise from the clues of anomalies, and let go of his guard. However, he witnessed the real highlight of the surprise without any precautions. The ups and downs of impact and excitement instantly broke the balance and defeated all lines of defense.
.
Hit it hard, hard on the bridge of the nose.
It turns out that this is the surprise.
His eyes fell on the arrangement of the balcony, and the scene of preparations appeared in his mind, those balloons, those flowers, that cake, and...
That trophy.
In fact, that trophy is a plastic trophy that can be purchased everywhere in souvenir shops. The base is marked with words of different meanings.
"The best mother in the world", "the wittiest driver in the world", "the most perfect son"...etc., just a souvenir.
The trophy in front of me says, "The Only Fighter."
easy to understand.
However, in order to prepare these, Pulan had to make full use of Gawain's training and competition time to prepare secretly. Then when Gawain returned to the room, she had to collect them all quickly and avoid being discovered by Gawain as much as possible.
, otherwise it will fall short.
In just a few days, Pulan obviously put a lot of thought into it.
Looking at the scene in front of me, simple yet full of sincerity, I could hear Pulan's rambling explanation and the cheerful singing from the stereo. The Mediterranean sun was shining warmly on my arms, and goosebumps were popping up like this.
That kind of warmth hit him hard.
My nose felt sore.
Language is so pale and so weak, it is simply not enough to describe one ten thousandth of the turbulence in my heart.
He believes and firmly believes that those pressures are his own issues and the hurdles that he must break through in his career, so he always fights against them alone; and then carefully protects all the people close to him behind him, lest those indiscriminate injuries may be involved.
to them.
However, first Jiang Yanyun - and of course Gao Hongli who stood by him all the time, then Dimitrov, and now Pu Lan, they were all telling him with practical actions:
He is not alone.
On this road to his dream, he did not walk alone.
Maybe he was once alone, but as he walked, a group of friends gathered around him, following him forward, cheering and running together.
He does not have to be so strong and carry all the burdens alone; they are not so fragile and can face all wind and rain side by side.
Caught off guard, even Gawain himself didn't realize it. He was completely unprepared, and the defense line was hit like this.
Gawain is a little embarrassed.
This made Gawain a little panicked.
He thought that everything was fine for him, he thought that he didn't care, that he should be happy and happy, that everything in front of him should be celebrated and enjoyed, and that he should cherish everything he had, but hidden deep in his heart
Emotions in those dark corners are swarming in like this.
My chest was surging and boiling.
He tried to hide his embarrassment with a smile, but failed. Although the corners of his mouth rose, his vision was quietly blurred.
Pullan noticed.
The voice gradually became quieter. Pu Lan looked at Gawain's expression seriously, her heart throbbed slightly. She couldn't imagine what Gawain was carrying.
Life is always like this.
When you look at things from a distance, you always see those bright and beautiful things. Whether you are envious or jealous, you picture the happiness of others in your mind.
However, after really getting closer, we can find that there are also shadows and darkness hidden behind the beauty. Everyone has their own problems and dilemmas. Every life has its own setbacks and ups and downs. There is no perfection in the real world.
, there are always more or less imperfections.
It is precisely because of this that everyone is looking for the incomplete part of themselves in the vast sea of people. Maybe it is a relative, maybe a friend, maybe a lover, maybe a confidant. They can make up for each other and accompany each other, and go forward side by side in the long road of life.
OK, finally find your own perfection.
So, here she comes——
"Gawain, if you are exhausted and have no strength to continue moving forward, then let me walk towards you."
Pu Lan, said softly, although the voice was not loud, but the words were so firm, so brave and so brilliant.
Suddenly, Gawain raised his head and looked at Pu Lan.
A big smile bloomed at the corner of Pu Lan's mouth, but instead of saying anything more, he shook his head gently and started humming.
"Oh...oh...oh..."
A little bit of naughtiness, a little bit of mischief, a little bit of warmth are hidden in the melody, conveying the emotions that words cannot carry.
She will always be by his side, fighting together, facing together, and struggling together.
This time, the song did not have time to finish. Gawain stepped forward, shortened the distance between the two people to zero, and hugged each other tightly.
Then, seal it with a kiss.
Turn on the light briefly for a few minutes.
Until the air began to burn, and before I knew it, two blushes ignited on my cheeks, like the blazing sunset at the junction of the sea and the sky.
Gawain and Pulan sat down on both sides of the small round table on the balcony again.
Pulan picked up the cake. Although his cheeks were burning, he still looked at Gawain with bright eyes, "Celebrate, you still have to celebrate."
Gawain became curious, "Then what if I lose today? This party?"
Pu Lan did not hesitate, "Of course the party still has to go on. No matter you win or lose, you have proven that you are a fighter, a fighter who never gives up. A game or an event will not become a stumbling block, but will become
Your motivation to keep going, I believe in that."
Therefore, the result has never been the focus. Regardless of victory or defeat, Pulan will celebrate Gawain and show that he is Gawain's biggest supporter with practical actions.
Gawain, with a smile in his eyes, joked, "It's a lot of pressure."
Pulan nodded, "It's because I know that being a fighter also requires courage and tremendous pressure. If a fighter becomes a shackles, it will evolve into another kind of shackles. That's why we need the existence of support groups."
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Go round and round, a bit convoluted.
Gawain gently raised his chin and sighed meaningfully, "Wow, philosophy! As expected of a Frenchman."
Pulan didn't mind the small joke, and winked at Gawain with a smile, "So, you need to study more, otherwise the gap may become wider and wider."
Gawain was dumbfounded, "Wait a minute, do you think I'm stupid now?"
Pu Lan: Chichi, hahahaha.
He couldn't hold back his laughter, but Pu Lan immediately realized that he shouldn't laugh, and waved his hands repeatedly, "I didn't mean it like that, I really didn't...haha."
Pulan looked at Gawain who looked hopeless, and his laughter became more and more cheerful. The more he tried to control it, the less he could control it.
So, what to do?
Pu Lan quickly changed the topic and barely controlled himself, "After watching the game up close this time, I realized how stressful competitive sports is."
