Editor, "So, you just misunderstood something..."
Ah, no, no, delete it.
Editor, "For two hours, have you just been thinking nonsense..."
What the hell is this? delete.
Editor, "Haha, I'm glad the misunderstanding has been clarified..."
This doesn't seem right either. delete.
Over and over again, the text messages on the phone screen were just like the thoughts in Pu Lan's mind, surging over and over again. The emotions of worry about gains and losses gripped his heart tightly, and he almost couldn't breathe. But the key was that Pu Lan didn't have it at all. Be aware, fully focused.
Bubbles, appear.
It can be seen at a glance that Gawain is editing the message.
He.
Pulan held his breath involuntarily and stared at the screen of his phone, looking at the bubble with the ellipsis constantly flashing, wishing he could dive right into it.
Buzz.
The phone vibrated once, and then vibrated again.
“In Mallorca, I also heard stories about Chopin and George Sand.”
"Actually, I thought that if I had the chance, I could visit their former residence, but unfortunately, I didn't have time this time, and I regretted that I 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 the relationship between Chopin and George Sand were actually the peak period of Chopin's creative inspiration. Later, it was also called his Swan Elegy period. Is that true?"
One after another.
Pu Lan read it carefully, feeling a little disappointed, but more of a feeling of excitement and excitement, as if he could feel the butterflies flapping their wings in his chest.
Then, the finger moved quickly on the screen.
"Indeed, it was a sweet and happy time, and their mutual friend Liszt told such a beautiful story."
"One winter afternoon, George Sand went out to buy medicine for the frail Chopin. Not long after she went out, it started to rain."
"Chopin, who was alone at home, was worried about George Sand, because it was an era when a cold could kill someone, and a heavy rain could separate life and death. Chopin looked at the heavy rain outside the window and became restless, so he sat in front of the piano and tried to use the piano. Use the sound to imitate the sound of raindrops and find peace.”
"First it was pattering, soothing with a little worry; gradually, the rain became heavier, and the sound of the piano also surged; then the sound of the rain became louder and louder, and the sound of the piano undulated, so that it was confusing, and it seemed that the whole world was falling apart. It fell into chaos; finally the sound of rain slowly stopped, and the sound of the piano became quiet and gradually faded away."
"When George Sand returned from buying medicine, an exhausted Chopin collapsed at her feet."
"This piece is the 'Raindrop Prelude', the most famous of Chopin's twenty-four preludes."
The words, displayed on the screen, seem to have no temperature or emotion, but the collision of those syllables creates a picture in the mind.
Then, the emotions slowly flowed out.
Pulan completed all the input actions in one go, then finally stopped and looked at the screen of his phone, slightly dazed, when Gawain's reply came over.
"Beautiful and sad."
One sentence and two adjectives convey the essence of the entire story, but this is still not the whole story. Gawain's reply is still slowly emerging.
"No wonder people call that period of time Chopin's Swan Elegy. At the end of his life, he sang the most beautiful and moving song, and then sadly disappeared."
"They should love each other deeply."
Pulan looked at the text sent by Gawain, and his heart beat slowly slowed down, but became hotter and heavier, as if he could deeply feel the emotions between the lines.
The pitter patter.
Outside the window, it's raining.
Pulan raised his head and looked out the window at the raindrops falling slowly, and then gradually became larger, 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, blurring into a hazy mass.
Plop.
Plop.
The heartbeat was not fast, but it was so strong and so hard that my chest couldn't help but feel a dull pain. It seemed that I could clearly feel the power.
Involuntarily, Pu Lan had an impulse. She wanted to see Gawain, even just to see that face. One glance was enough.
but--
"Training, is everything going well?"
Pulan forced herself to calm down and sent a message. She did not forget that Gawain went to Majorca, not for vacation, but for training.
The French Open, less than two months away, will be held in Paris!
By then, she will be able to see Gawain again, alive, jumping, talking and laughing. She will be fine if she waits patiently.
"Yes, I have gained a lot. But it is just the beginning. Next, I still have to learn and adjust slowly through the competition."
"The next stop is Monte Carlo, right?"
"Yes, Monte Carlo. This is my first time going there. I heard it is a paradise for rich people. I have seen the F1 event, but I don't know how it actually looks."
"You can imagine the blue sky and sea, a row of private yachts docked at the port, various luxury sports cars parked on the street, green trees hiding white clouds, cigarettes in mouth and whiskey in hand, and then thinking, you should go to the beach to sunbathe in the afternoon , you should 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 dirt."
puff.
Pulan looked at Gawain's reply. It was an ordinary sentence, but she seemed to be able to imagine Gawain's joking tone when he spoke.
I couldn't help laughing.
Immediately afterwards, Gawain's replies continued to pop up.
"From your tone, it seems that you have visited Monte Carlo before and are very familiar with it. Wait, you don't still own a holiday cabin here, right?"
"Haha, I hope so. I really, really need a vacation right now. The graduation thesis is really going to drive me crazy."
"Then come here."
"What did you say?"
"I said, come to Monte Carlo and spend some time here on vacation."
My heart skipped a beat.
Pulan couldn't believe his eyes and read it again. So, is Gawain now inviting himself to Monte Carlo for vacation?
calm!
breathe!
keep Calm!
Pulan took two deep breaths in succession to control his emotions. Before his emotions ran away, his reason pulled the reins, controlled himself, and regained his reason.
"Ha, I can't. Thesis, I really have to finish it, I'm seriously behind schedule, I made a plan and I have to finish it, now all I need to do is focus on the thesis, and then come summer Before, it brings an end to college life.”
After reading her message carefully, Pulan nodded secretly, appreciating her own rationality. This was the right choice. She couldn't be so impulsive.
What's more, Gao Wen didn't go to Monte Carlo for a vacation. He needed to compete, train, work, and prepare for the clay court season.
She has a thousand and ten thousand reasons to reject Gawain's invitation. She believes that she has made the right decision, both for Gawain and for her.
But what is that reluctance and loss, and why does the whole chest feel empty?
(End of chapter)
