Match Point: Chapter 1199 1 surprise

Edit, "So, you just misunderstood something..."

Ah, no, no, delete.

Edit, "Two hours, are you just thinking about it..."

What the **** is this? delete.

Edit, "haha, glad to clear up the misunderstanding..."

This doesn't seem right either. delete.

Over and over again, the text messages on the phone screen, like the thoughts in Pu Lan's mind, surged again and again, and the emotion of worrying about gain and loss firmly grasped the heart, almost unable to breathe, but the key point was that Pu Lan had no thoughts at all. Perceived, fully focused.

Bubbles appear.

It can be seen at a glance that Gao Wen is editing the news.

heh.

Pulan held his breath involuntarily, staring at the screen of the phone, looking at the bubble with the ellipsis constantly flashing, wishing he could get right into it.

hum.

The phone vibrated once, and then continued to vibrate again.

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

"Actually, I thought, if I have the opportunity, I can visit their former residences, but unfortunately, I don't have time this time, and I regret that I missed the opportunity."

"I don't know much about classical music, but I have heard about 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, which was later called his swan elegy period. Is that true?"

One after another.

Pulan read it carefully, feeling a little disappointed, but it was more of a kind of excitement and joy, as if he could feel the butterfly's wings flapping in his chest.

Then, the finger moves quickly on the screen.

"Indeed, it was a sweet and happy time, and their mutual friend Liszt told such a beautiful story."

"On a certain winter afternoon, George Sand went out to buy medicine for the frail and sickly Chopin. Not long after she went out, the sky began to rain."

"Chopin, who was at home alone, was worried about George Sand, because it was the era when a cold could kill him, and a heavy rain could separate life and death. Chopin looked at the heavy rain outside the window and was restless, so he sat in front of the piano and tried to use the piano. to imitate the sound of raindrops and find peace.”

"At first, it was pattering, soothing with a little worry; gradually, the rain became heavier, and the sound of the zither became more and more violent; then the sound of the rain became heavier, and the sound of the zither rose and fell, so that it was confused and blurred, as if the whole world It fell into chaos; at last 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 is 'Raindrop Prelude', the most famous of Chopin's twenty-four preludes."

The text, displayed on the screen, does not seem to feel any temperature and emotion, but the collision of those syllables outlines a picture in my mind.

Then, the emotions flowed out slowly like this.

Pu Lan completed all the input actions in one go, and then finally stopped, looking at the phone screen, slightly dazed, and Gao Wen's reply came over.

"Beautiful and sad."

One sentence, two adjectives, but it tells the essence of the whole story, but this is still not all, Gao Wen's reply is still slowly appearing.

"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 disappeared sadly."

"They should love each other dearly."

Looking at the text sent by Gao Wen, Pu Lan's heartbeat gradually slowed down, but it became hotter and heavier, as if he could deeply feel the emotion between the lines.

Drizzling.

Outside the window, it's raining.

Pulan raised his head and looked at the raindrops falling slowly outside the window, and then slowly getting bigger, the whole world became blurred between the downpours.

The world gradually shrinks, and finally condenses under the eaves of the library. All the scenery in the distance is like oil paint, blurring into a hazy mass.

poof.

poof.

The heartbeat was not fast, but it was so strong and exerting so much force that his chest couldn't help but ache, as if he could clearly feel that force.

Involuntarily, Pu Lan had an impulse, she wanted to see Gao Wen, even if it was just to look at 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 Gao Wen went to Mallorca, not for vacation, but for training.

The French Open, less than two months away, will be held in Paris!

At that time, she will be able to see Gao Wen again, alive, jumping, talking and laughing, just wait patiently, and it will be all right.

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

"The next stop is Monte Carlo, right?"

"Yes, Monte Carlo, this is the first time I went there. I heard that it is a rich man's paradise. 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, all kinds of luxury sports cars parked on the street, white clouds covered by green trees, a cigar in your mouth and a whiskey in your mouth, and then you think, you should go to the beach for sunbathing in the afternoon , or go to the casino to relax. That's about it."

"Ah...my afternoon, I should go to the training ground and get covered in mud."

puff.

Pu Lan looked at Gao Wen's reply, it was obviously a very common sentence, but she seemed to be able to imagine the banter that Gao Wen had when he spoke.

Can't help laughing.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Wen's reply continued to pop up.

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

"Haha, I do hope. I really, really need some vacation time right now. The graduation thesis thing is really going to drive me crazy."

"Then come here."

"What did you say?"

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

Heart skipped a beat.

Pulan couldn't believe his eyes and read it again. So, is Gawain inviting himself to Monte Carlo for vacation now?

calm!

breathe!

keep Calm!

Pulan took two deep breaths in a row ~www.mtlnovel.com~ to control his emotions, before the emotions got out of control, his rationality took the reins, controlled himself, and regained his rationality.

"Hah, I can't. My dissertation, I really have to finish it, I'm seriously behind schedule, I have a plan and I have to finish it, now all I need to do is focus on my dissertation, and then summer will come Before that, draw an end to college life."

After reading her own message carefully, Pulan nodded secretly, admiring her reason. This was the right choice, and she couldn't be so impulsive.

What's more, Gao Wen didn't go to Monte Carlo for vacation. He needed games, training, work, and preparation for the clay court season.

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

However, what is the reluctance and loss, why does the whole chest feel empty?

(end of this chapter)

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