Chapter 632: A chance encounter around the corner

"Dostoyevsky?"

The girl asked curiously. Gawain followed her gaze and turned over the cover of the book: "The Idiot" was a work by the legendary writer Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky.

Gao Wen smiled at the girl and lied with his eyes open.

"No, it's actually 'Harry Potter'. The cover is just a prop designed to deceive Parisians."

The girl's smile paused for a moment, and the next second she realized that Gao Wen was joking, and then she burst into laughter.

Gao Wen then continued to explain.

"Honestly, I didn't pay much attention to it. I just picked one up from the bookshelf, hoping to kill some time by reading something that was not related to my major."

The apartment that Tobias rented for Gawain was obviously owned by a Frenchman. The entire bookshelf was filled with traditional paper books, which is rare in today's world where everything is digital.

The girl could feel Gao Wen's honesty. He did not deliberately pretend to be profound and literary. There was some sincerity in his straightforwardness, which made her smile even lighter.

"If Dostoyevsky knew, he would be very sad."

"That's a shame. I'm just a bad guy who specializes in breaking people's hearts."

"ha."

The smile in the girl's eyes overflowed lightly. Only then could Gawain see her facial features clearly. There was a hint of stubbornness between her gentle brows. Her deep and clear blue eyes were like the Aegean Sea in midsummer June. The golden sunlight sparkled on the clear blue.

The lips with a light cherry-colored halo slightly lifted up, and then the girl asked curiously,

"You know, not many people read physical books anymore. In fact, I don't think it would be too strange even if you play games on a tablet."

"Maybe it's like that in the US, but not in France. I'm very worried about being treated as an outsider here. Just yesterday, I tried to ask a gentleman how to get to the subway station, and he rolled his eyes at me. I thought I said something wrong, but later I found out that from the moment I opened my mouth in English, I was blacklisted."

Gawain was not joking, he was telling the truth, a 100% real experience. Later, when he asked Tobias, he realized that if you speak English on the streets of Paris, you might really get a roll of the eyes.

Just look at Nadal.

Even though the "King of Clay" has written countless legends and myths in Paris, he is still not the most popular player at the French Open. The main reason is that his French is very, very bad, and Federer is the favorite that the French can never give up.

The girl laughed happily, and her eyes and eyebrows relaxed like clear sunshine that cleared away the clouds.

"Although this is very rude, I have to admit that what you said is true; and I can't apologize for the Parisians."

"I swear, I will start learning French from this moment on."

"It's a perfect start since 'hello'. So, what's your major? I mean, if it's remotely close to 'Harry Potter'?"

"tennis."

The girl followed Gawain's line of sight and saw Gawain's tennis equipment bag. "Ah, yes, of course, everything makes sense."

"And you? The Sorbonne?"

"Oh, how did you know?"

Gao Wen raised his chin and pointed at the girl's backpack that was overflowing with books. "That pile of academic books betrays you. It's hard for me to imagine who else would go in and out of a cafe like this, except for the librarian."

"Okay, that's a good guess." The girl lowered her eyelids to hide her light smile, then turned to look at Gao Wen helplessly, "I'm preparing for a group project, so, you know, I have to immerse myself in the sea of ​​books and pray that I won't drown before the project is finished."

Gawain raised his hands, overlapped his index finger with his middle finger, and made a prayer gesture, as if he was helping the girl pray, which made the girl chuckle.

Just when Gawain was about to speak, a figure appeared beside him and spoke a bunch of French, interrupting their conversation.

Gawain looked up and saw a man standing in front of his tennis equipment bag. He seemed to be complaining, probably expressing his dissatisfaction with Gawain's equipment bag blocking his way.

Without waiting for Gawain to speak, the girl directly retorted, also using a series of French words, and retorted with confidence.

The man seemed to be intimidated by the girl's aura, probably partly because of his French. He muttered and complained, but ultimately did not stay and continued walking forward.

Gao Wen was left aside from the beginning to the end. He watched the man walk away and said "sorry" politely, but the other party obviously had no intention of responding.

The girl waved at Gawain.

"No need to apologize."

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"He was complaining that your bag was getting in the way, but I told him that was the case in all the cafés in Paris, and that the problem wasn't with the bag, but with the Parisians themselves."

"If he calls himself a Parisian, he should swallow his complaints and enjoy the cafes here. This is our culture."

"Besides, your equipment bag has already been stuffed under the table to minimize inconvenience. There's really no need for you to apologize."

The girl was very straightforward. She spoke quickly and rolled her eyes, not hiding her complaints at all.

"Let me tell you what Parisians are good at, complaining, that's what they are good at."

"God, every day I want to yell at those people in the cafe: Shut up."

The girl's long chatter made Gao Wen laugh happily, and his mood brightened. Now that it came to this, he also became curious.

"By the way, I've always been very curious, why are all the cafes here like this? I mean, the space is already so narrow, but they still put small round tables together, so crowded that even strangers have to stick together."

"Oh, this is the romance of Parisians. We always believe that if we sit together awkwardly, with our knees touching, feeling each other's skin temperature, and looking into each other's eyes closely, communicating sincerely, then we can touch each other's souls. So these seats are deliberately designed like this."

“Even strangers? I mean, strangers at the next table? There’s almost no space between the tables here.”

"Yes, even strangers, interrupting each other and complaining to each other, this is part of the cafe culture."

Gawain suddenly realized and was amazed. If he had not experienced it himself, it would be hard for him to imagine that this was real. The first thought in his mind was, "If the Nordic people came here, I think they would suffocate to death."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized the sarcasm in the words, and her smile was like a ray of sunshine that tore through the clouds and sprinkled on the clear and transparent blue sea.

(End of this chapter)