Chapter 678: The Breath of Life
It turned out that this tavern was nothing special. It was not a famous place, nor was it a tourist attraction recommended by travel experts. It was just a small shop on the street that I passed by on my way to the training ground. I opened the door out of curiosity, but another adventure occurred.
Just like Alice in Wonderland.
After learning the whole story, Dimitrov's eyes widened, full of surprise and astonishment.
“Why don’t we have this experience?”
Leaving the court, leaving the training ground, temporarily leaving that "bubble", entering reality, feeling the breath of life, feeling other things besides tennis, it is as if you can open the world from another perspective, and then re-examine your life.
Those worries, those sorrows, those losses... don't seem to be so heavy anymore.
Quietly, Dimitrov regained his usual self and became alive again.
"I mean, I lived in Paris for many, many years, I spent my entire teenage years training in Paris."
"But the atmosphere of life here always feels... how should I describe it? Alienated, as if I live here, but not here at the same time."
"Ah, I don't know how to describe it. In short, it's like being an outsider."
As they were talking, Dimitrov realized that they were in an authentic Parisian bistro. He looked around quickly, but then he realized that no one paid any attention to them.
"See, that's what I mean, they don't care about my presence, and they also refuse my integration."
Looking at the chattering Dimitrov, Gao Wen knew that this was a good sign, as the negative emotions seemed to be being vented out bit by bit.
Then, Gawain leaned forward slightly and asked, "You mean, we are in the same space, but it seems like two different worlds?"
The tavern was still exactly as I remembered, with a bustling and noisy atmosphere outside and just as many people inside, but the difference was that the conversations inside were slightly more subdued, and even if they were a little loud occasionally, they would lower their voices before continuing the conversation.
"Ah! Yes, yes, yes." Dimitrov's eyes lit up and he said happily, "That's right, that's it, that's the feeling."
Gawain nodded.
“I was like that before.”
"But I think everyone has a different way of seeing the world. Because of culture, language, age, life experience, etc., the images projected into the brain through vision are ultimately different. Maybe I can make some attempts and see what happens."
“That’s one of the joys of life.”
"Next time, if I don't get a response in Paris, I might as well try speaking Bulgarian."
In one sentence, Dimitrov successfully burst into laughter.
reason?
Dimitrov's father is a tennis coach, so he developed an interest in tennis at an early age and spent his youth under his father's guidance. After entering adolescence, his father sent Dimitrov to Paris to receive professional training at the Mouratoglou Tennis School.
Mouratoglou, whose full name is Patrick-Mouratoglou, was not that famous for a long, long time, and only had a certain fame in Europe, but things have been different since he became the coach of Serena Williams in June 2012.
The reason why Dimitrov met Serena Williams and even had a scandal with her was because of Mouratoglou.
Dimitrov spent his entire teenage years in Paris.
Compared to Gawain, Dimitrov could be considered half a master in Paris; moreover, he spoke French very fluently and had no problem living there.
As a result, now?
Dimitrov smiled brightly, but Gawain, who was sitting opposite him, was completely confused. He had no idea how his words had made Dimitrov laugh.
At this moment, someone happened to pass by and stopped beside them. The narrow space of the tavern forced people to slow down.
Gawain raised his head and stole a puzzled look, but before he could speak, the man patted Dimitrov's shoulder politely and spoke a few words: French.
Dimitrov answered fluently, then looked down at the ground beside him, smiled, picked up the scarf that had fallen to the ground, said a few more words, and then watched the man's back as he continued to move forward.
Gao Wen understood only one word: Thank you.
Dimitrov looked away and explained to Gawain with a smile, "My scarf slipped to the ground and he happened to see it when he passed by. He was worried that someone would step on it, so he politely reminded me."
Gao Wensheng looked at Dimitrov helplessly, "You know French?"
“I’ve lived here for nearly ten years.”
Dimitrov was having a very hard time holding back his laughter, but he still did not forget to take Gawain's emotions into consideration. He restrained his smile before it was about to be fully released, and then waved his hands repeatedly.
"Even so, I must admit that I was never very familiar with these pubs. My life was basically a straight line between the training ground and my residence. After all, I was just a child at that time."
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As he was talking, Dimitrov saw Gawain's actions and tried to stop him, but he couldn't help but smile, and the cheerful sound echoed in his chest.
Gao Wen leaned back in his chair and made a clown juggling and throwing ball motion. There was no ball in the air at all, but the coordination between his movements and eyes was very vivid and lifelike.
The self-mockery in it couldn't be more obvious.
Dimitrov smiled happily again, especially when Gawain sighed, "No one knows the sorrow of a clown", which almost made Dimitrov unable to hold back his laughter. He used all his strength to avoid the danger of bursting into laughter, and quickly looked around secretly to make sure that he did not disturb others.
However, the smile in his eyes still overflowed.
"Puchi."
Happy laughter was heard sporadically around the tavern. Even if one did not know the ins and outs of the incident, one could not help laughing at Gawain's funny appearance. The bartender and waiters all gave Gawain a thumbs-up.
Gawain noticed the trivial noises around him, raised his head, and nodded to everyone very calmly and politely, as if he was performing on the street.
Then, Gawain saw the figure at the door of the tavern——
Emily Plan is taking off her scarf and preparing to hang her coat on the hanger at the door.
Apparently, Plan had just entered the tavern when he saw Gawain juggling air balls. The impact of the whole scene was so strong that the action paused slightly, as if he was digesting the absurd scene before him.
Gawain was not embarrassed, and continued to toss the air balls slowly and collected them one by one in order. After finishing the juggling, he approached Dimitrov and whispered a few words, then stood up and walked towards Plan.
"Hey, good evening." Gao Wen took the initiative to greet.
"Hey, stranger." Plan hung up his coat anyway and said with a smile.
(End of this chapter)