Chapter 1200 A Surprise

Editor: "So, you just misunderstood something..."

Oh, no, no, delete it.

Editor: "You've been thinking about random things for two hours..."

What the hell is this? Delete.

Editor: "Haha, glad that cleared up the misunderstanding..."

This doesn't seem right either. Delete.

Over and over again, the text messages on the mobile phone screen were just like the thoughts in Plan's mind, surging over and over again. The fear of gain and loss gripped his heart so tightly that he almost couldn't breathe. But the key point was that Plan was completely unaware of it and his attention was completely focused.

Bubbles appear.

It was obvious at a glance that Gao Wen was editing a message.

Huh.

Plan couldn't help but hold his breath and stared at the screen of his mobile phone, looking at the bubble with ellipsis flashing continuously, wishing he could dive into it directly.

Buzz.

The phone vibrated once, and then continued to vibrate.

“In Mallorca, I also heard stories about Chopin and George Sand.”

"In fact, I thought that if I had the chance, I could go to their former residence to pay a visit, but unfortunately, I didn't have time this time and regrettably missed the opportunity."

“I don’t know much about classical music, but I have heard their stories.”

"Some people say that the first few years of Chopin's relationship with George Sand were actually the peak period of Chopin's creative inspiration, and later it was also called his Swan Elegy period. Is that true?"

One after another.

Plan read it carefully, feeling a little lost, but more excited and ecstatic, as if he could feel the wings of a butterfly fluttering in his chest.

Then, the finger moved quickly across the screen.

“Indeed, it was a sweet and happy time, and their mutual friend Liszt tells such a beautiful story.”

"On a winter afternoon, George Sand went out to buy medicine for the sick Chopin. Not long after she left, it began to rain."

"Chopin, who was alone at home, was worried about George Sand, because it was an era when a cold could take one's life, and a heavy rain could also separate life and death. Chopin looked at the heavy rain outside the window, feeling restless, so he sat in front of the piano and tried to imitate the sound of raindrops with the piano to find peace."

"At first, it was a drizzle, soothing but with a little worry; gradually, the rain got heavier, and the sound of the piano became turbulent; then the sound of the rain became louder and louder, and the sound of the piano surged and undulated, so confused and blurred, it seemed that the whole world was in chaos; finally, the sound of the rain slowly stopped, and the sound of the piano also returned to calm and gradually faded away."

"When George Sand returned from buying medicine, Chopin, exhausted, collapsed at her feet."

"This piece of music is the 'Raindrop Prelude', the most famous of Chopin's 24 preludes."

The words, displayed on the screen, seem to have no warmth or emotion, but when the syllables collide with each other, they draw a picture in the mind.

Then, the emotions just flowed out slowly.

Plan completed all the input actions in one go, and then finally stopped, looking at the phone screen in a daze, and then Gao Wen's reply came.

“Beautiful and sad.”

Just one sentence and two adjectives tell the essence of the whole story, but this is still not all, Gawain's reply is still slowly appearing.

“No wonder people call that period of time Chopin’s swan song. At the end of life, it sang the most beautiful and moving song, and then faded away sadly.”

"They should love each other deeply."

As Plan looked at the text sent by Gawain, the beating of his heart slowly slowed down, but it became hotter and heavier, as if he could deeply feel the emotions between the lines.

Drip.

It's raining outside the window.

Plan looked up and looked at the raindrops slowly falling outside the window, then slowly getting bigger, and the whole world became blurred in the downpour.

The world gradually shrank and finally condensed under the eaves of the library. All the scenery in the distance was like oil paint, spreading out into a hazy mass.

Plop.

Plop.

The heartbeat was not fast, but it was so strong and powerful that my chest ached slightly, and I seemed to be able to clearly feel the force.

Unable to help herself, Plan had an urge. She wanted to see Gawain, even if it was just to see that face. One glance would be enough.

but--

"Training, is everything going well?"

Plan forced herself to calm down and sent a message. She had not forgotten that Gawain went to Mallorca not for vacation but for training.

The French Open will be held in Paris in less than two months! Then, she will be able to see Gawain again, alive, jumping, talking and laughing. She just needs to wait patiently for a while.

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"Yes, I have gained a lot. But this is just the beginning. I still need to learn and adjust slowly through competitions."

"Next stop is Monte Carlo, right?"

"Yes, Monte Carlo. This is my first time there. I heard it is a paradise for the rich. I have seen the F1 race, but I don't know what it actually looks like."

"You can imagine the blue sky and the sea, a row of private yachts docked at the port, various luxury sports cars parked on the street, green trees shading the white clouds, holding a cigar and a glass of whiskey, and then thinking about whether to go to the beach for sunbathing in the afternoon or go to the casino to relax. That's about it."

"Ah... my afternoon should be spent going to the training ground and getting covered in mud."

puff.

Plan looked at Gawain's reply. It was clearly a very ordinary sentence, but she seemed to be able to imagine the joking tone in Gawain's words.

I couldn't help laughing.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Wen’s replies continued to pop up.

"From your tone, it seems that you have visited Monte Carlo before and are very familiar with this place. Wait, you don't own a holiday cottage here, do you?"

"Haha, I hope so. I really, really need some vacation time right now. The graduation thesis thing is really driving me crazy."

"Then come over."

"What did you say?"

"I say, then come to Monte Carlo and vacation here for a while."

My heart skipped a beat.

Plan couldn't believe his eyes and read it again. So, Gawain was inviting him to Monte Carlo for a vacation? Calm down!

breathe!

keep Calm!

Plan took two deep breaths in succession to control his emotions. Before his emotions ran wild, he pulled the reins with his mind, controlled himself, and regained his sanity.

"Ha, I can't. I really have to finish my graduation thesis. I'm seriously behind schedule. I have to finish it once I make a plan. Now all I need to do is focus on my graduation thesis and put an end to my college life before summer comes."

After reading her message carefully, Plan nodded secretly, praising her own rationality. This was the right choice and she couldn't be so impulsive.

What's more, Gawain went to Monte Carlo not for vacation. He needed to compete, train, and work to prepare for the clay court season.

She had a thousand and ten thousand reasons to reject Gawain's invitation, and she believed that she had made the right decision, both for Gawain and for her.

But what was going on with that feeling of reluctance and loss? Why did my entire chest feel so empty? (End of this chapter)