Chapter 679 Romanticism
Dimitrov’s eyes and mouth were full of smiles. He smiled even more brightly when he saw Gawain collecting all the “juggling balls” in an orderly manner.
But as he laughed, Gawain stood up. Dimitrov's eyes subconsciously followed Gawain's footsteps and saw the figure at the door.
After what happened in the tavern tonight, he was not surprised if Gawain said he had friends here. However, was that a college-looking woman? "Hey, good evening." Gawain took the initiative to greet her.
"Hey, stranger." Plan had come to his senses by now and continued with his actions, hanging up his coat and maintaining a polite smile.
With just one sentence and one name, Gawain immediately understood and raised his chin slightly, "I know that no matter what I say now, you will definitely think it is an excuse."
Two weeks have passed since our last meeting in Paris.
These two weeks were very busy and fulfilling for Gao Wen. He did not contact Plan at all.
But Gao Wen also knew that this was an excuse.
If he was willing, he would definitely have time for a text message or a phone call; in the final analysis, it was because Gao Wen needed to stay focused and engaged, and he didn't have time to do these things, at least not now.
Contact needs to be established slowly through back and forth, rather than just sending a text message "Hi, I'm Gao Wen" and then ending it.
This takes time and energy.
Therefore, Gao Wen did not send any text messages after all, and then he missed the opportunity.
Today, visiting the tavern was a sudden decision; moreover, Gawain really never thought that they would meet here by chance.
Now, the scene became awkward——
Obviously, Plan doesn't like the situation where he gives out his contact information but doesn't get any response. To be precise, no one would like that.
Gawain's words received no response, but he did not leave, and looked at Plan sincerely.
"Feel sorry."
At least, this is what he can and should do.
Plan looked at the sincerity and honesty of the man in front of her and raised her chin slightly. She had to admit that she was angry, extremely angry.
Especially when she heard this apology, all the tossing and turning, worrying and pondering over the past two weeks came flooding back to her, and she became even angrier.
She didn't want to pay any attention to the man in front of her, but her steps to leave stopped as she passed him and she thought: Maybe, she should at least get a reason.
"I don't know either. Why don't you give it a try? Will your reasons sound like excuses?"
Generous, straightforward and frank.
Plan's eyes were so bright, without any shyness or restraint, nor did he try to hide his depression and anger, he just looked straight at me.
Like a lake.
As a result, it was Gawain who was slightly stunned.
But after a brief pause, a smile crept back onto the corners of his mouth. Various thoughts turned around in his mind, and Gawain decided to change his way of expression.
"Have you ever seen a movie called 'Before Sunrise'?"
"In the movie, the hero and heroine meet by chance on a train to Vienna. They have a great conversation and feel that they have met too late. Then the two of them change their minds and decide to get off the train in Vienna. Even though the hero is about to leave by plane the next morning, they still wander around the city."
"After a perfect night, they did not exchange contact information, but agreed to meet again in Vienna six months later. If they could meet, it would mean that the spark of this night was not a fleeting firework, but a real bond of mutual attraction between their souls."
Plan did not interrupt, but looked at the man in front of him quietly.
Although he still had a stern face and didn't show much expression, maintaining his "angry" posture, the smile in his eyes was like the stars slowly lighting up in the night sky, one, two, three, four stars, and his deep ocean-like eyes were filled with a faint halo.
When the man finished speaking, the corners of Plan's mouth rose slightly, but then quickly calmed down again, and his mood quietly brightened.
“So, you’re trying to romanticize our story with a movie?”
"Oh, so, are you saying that there is indeed a story between us?"
The man keenly grasped the details in Plan's words, which made Plan a little annoyed. He pursed his lips tightly, but a sparse smile remained in his eyes.
"Don't change the subject."
Pran cleared his throat.
"Their story happened in the distant year of 1995. At that time, there were no mobile phones, no text messages, no social networks, no Internet calls, and even fewer transatlantic planes. So they chose this way of agreement. So, what's your excuse?"
It wasn't until tonight that Plan realized that he was tall, really, really tall.
She is 177 cm tall, which is very tall among girls. She always stands out in the crowd. Looking straight at people and looking down at people has become a habit for her.
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At this moment, she had to experience the feeling of looking up for the first time in a long time, and then she could see the man's clear and bright eyes, honest and sincere.
"Because I don't want to be like a 14-year-old kid, texting you all the time, holding my phone waiting for a reply, and not being able to do anything. That would make me feel very frustrated."
"Then, I will be like a madman, looking for any clues about you on social networks, and finally become a stalker and go to jail. The story ends here."
Without warning, the story took a sudden turn, so sudden and so absurd that Plan couldn't help but burst out laughing happily.
The atmosphere is like ice and snow bathing in the warm sun.
Seeing Plan's smile again, Gawain's mouth corners also turned up.
"Besides, I have my own work to do. It's the sprint time recently. I need to stay focused and give it 100 percent."
“So, I didn’t call that number.”
"Then, I pray and wait until everything is settled. When I call you again, you will still remember me instead of changing your phone number."
Again! At the end of the words, there was another twist and complaint. Plan's smile completely blossomed. Then, she finally spoke, once again.
"Like in the Middle Ages?"
"What?"
"This old-fashioned way of doing things is like the Middle Ages. There are no phones, no text messages, and no Internet. There are only letters. Then you write an address that you don't even know if it can be sent to, and quietly wait for a reply."
"There's nothing wrong with being a little old-fashioned. The world is getting faster and faster now, and we want to fill every minute and every second. But if we slow down occasionally and feel life with more patience and care, we may find that day-to-day life also has a different look."
There was a hint of surprise in Plan's eyes, "I didn't know you were such a romantic?"
"Actually, I didn't know that. It turns out that slowing down in life is romantic. I learned something new today." Gao Wen's extremely serious answer successfully made Plan laugh again.
(End of this chapter)