"Of course, he is British, and inviting you to watch football is a date."
"Hell, who invites a girl to watch football on a first date?"
"Haha, maybe he sees you as a good friend? You know, they only invite their best friends to watch football together."
"Then I would rather read 'In Search of Lost Time' at home and let myself be crushed to death by that set of books."
"You are just talking nonsense. You have been saying that you are reading since March, but what time is it now and you are still stuck in the first paragraph of the first page."
"No! We've obviously reached the first paragraph of the second page, okay?"
boom!
The young people burst into laughter in an instant. There was a youthful atmosphere inside and out, and the whole tavern became happy in an instant.
All eyes in the room were directed toward the laughter. A group of men and women who looked like college students were laughing and jumping, not caring that they were the center of attention.
Among them, Gawain was also included.
Then, Gawain noticed the girl.
The girl I met in the coffee shop in the morning had a smoky gray trench coat in her hand. Her hair was draped over her shoulders like a waterfall. She also wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, which made her look a little more elegant.
They look different, but they are definitely the same person.
Originally, Gawain wanted to say hello, but when he saw the group of friends around the girl, laughing and chatting so lively, he withdrew his gaze and did not disturb them.
In fact, what they were talking about was all in French, and Gawain couldn't understand a word of it, but the expressions and movements were very clear.
Gawain thought of Macdonald, Gillon and the others. Not long ago, they were also walking and running on the university campus. They were worried about group projects, had headaches because of reading lists, and were anxious about final exams. Every minute of their youth was spent
Continuously glowing and generating heat.
But I don’t know how my friends are doing now.
When they leave the ivory tower of the university campus and enter the society, the trajectory of their lives leaves them scattered around the world, waiting for their fate to meet again.
"……Feel sorry."
A voice came from behind. Gawain subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his feet. Then he realized that he had stored his tennis equipment bag at the bar, so it should not affect the coming and going of guests. He was half a step behind.
Take a photo and turn around to look over.
"Feel sorry."
What greeted him was a smiling face, with an apologetic smile, a little shy and a little reserved.
It's that girl.
After seeing Gawain's face, she relaxed. She could clearly feel the smile blooming between her eyebrows, and the girl let out a gentle breath.
"Sorry, my friends, uh, they're so noisy. We always complain about Italians and Americans being too noisy, but we're pretty much the same, especially after a glass of wine, God, we can literally bring the whole house down.
Demolished."
The girl's face was full of apology and she apologized sincerely.
Behind her, her friends were still talking, but they noticed her movements, and cast their rustling gazes over them, filled with an aura of youth.
The girl noticed Gawain's expression, a little hesitant and playful, but never responded. The girl became a little more reserved, with two blushes on her cheeks, and took the initiative to explain.
"I mean, I just noticed that the tavern was actually quite quiet before we came in. Obviously, we broke the peace here."
Gradually, gradually, the defensive voice became lower, and the girl seemed a little embarrassed.
The corners of Gawain's mouth raised slightly, and he finally responded.
"No, it doesn't matter."
"I don't know much about tavern culture, but I think the fact that the music is not loud here means that taverns welcome people to talk, so I think the sound of discussion should be part of the whole atmosphere."
"The most important thing is, I don't see anyone else complaining."
"Of course, it may also be because there are so many of you that no one dares to complain."
ha.
Gawain made a little joke, and the girl's smile also bloomed, but the smile did not last long, and soon calmed down again. She seemed a little lost, and looked at Gawain out of the corner of her eyes, as if she was waiting.
What.
The girl turned around coquettishly, but in less than half a second, she turned around again, so that before Gawain had time to turn back, he saw the girl again. Before Gawain could speak, the girl spoke directly.
"I was the one at the cafe this morning..."
"Yes, I know, I also recognized you." Gawain didn't know why and said softly, but he didn't understand why the girl suddenly mentioned this matter.
The girl's expression immediately brightened, "Oh, you also remember, I, I thought I had the wrong person just now, I, uh, I don't know..."
The girl's words were somewhat fragmented. Obviously, she didn't know how to express herself, or in other words, she didn't know what she was thinking. Then she waved her hands and showed a slightly embarrassed smile.
"No, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, I, I'm just happy that we met again."
A smile appeared in Gawain's eyes, "Although the glasses and hairstyle are indeed a bit misleading, I think I didn't recognize the wrong person."
The girl then realized her glasses and exclaimed, "Ah", she quickly took off her glasses and defended, "The glasses are what I looked like when I was studying. My mother said that I look like a nerd, so try not to
Let others see it, but obviously..."
The girl hurriedly put away her glasses.
Looking at the girl's appearance, Gawain laughed happily and said, "Don't worry, the glasses are perfect for you."
The girl raised her eyes and glanced at Gawain, but she still put away her glasses and changed the subject awkwardly, "I didn't see your Dostoyevsky."
Following the girl's gaze, Gawain turned to look at his desktop. There were no books, only his mobile phone.
He chuckled softly, "I accept your opinion. Don't pretend that you are not my cup of tea, otherwise be careful and you may encounter experts at any time on the streets of Paris."
The self-deprecating words made the girl laugh too.
"I thought you said that even if you use your mobile phone here, you won't be criticized." Gao Wen continued.
The girl spread her hands and said, "You see, the French are like this. We are obviously playing with our mobile phones ourselves, but when we see others doing this, we must criticize them severely. It's like pretending that we are also very noisy.
Only others are like that."
It was also self-deprecating. The girl used a similar tone and successfully made Gawain chuckle.
"I think we just want to criticize other people." The girl shrugged.
Gawain added, "Then, the Internet appeared, and everyone can criticize others at will, oh yeah."
Hahaha.
The two people laughed happily, and there was some tacit understanding between them.
However, when the laughter subsided and no one spoke, an embarrassment slowly spread in the air, and the noise in the tavern began to grow.