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It turned out that there was nothing special about this tavern. It was not a tourist attraction visited by celebrities, nor was it recommended by a travel expert. It was just a small neighborhood shop that passed back and forth on the way to the training ground every day. I opened the door out of curiosity. , but another adventure occurred.

Like Alice in Wonderland.

After learning the ins and outs of the whole thing, Dimitrov's eyes widened, full of surprise and surprise.

"Why don't we have this kind of experience?"

Leaving the court, leaving the training ground, leaving the "bubble" for a while, entering reality, feeling the breath of life, feeling other things besides tennis, as if you can open the world from another perspective, and then re-examine your own life.

Those troubles, those sorrows, those losses... It seems that they are not so heavy.

Quietly, Dimitrov regained his usual appearance and became alive again.

"I mean, I lived in Paris for many, many years, I trained in Paris my entire teenage years."

"But there is always a kind of life here... How should I describe it? Alienation, as if I live here, but not here."

"Ah, I don't know how to describe it. All in all, it's like an outsider."

While talking, Dimitrov realized that they were in an authentic Parisian bistro, looked around quickly, but then found:

Nobody cared about them at all.

"Look, this is what I mean, they don't care about my presence, and they also refuse my integration."

Looking at the rambling Dimitrov, Gawain knew that this was a good sign, and negative emotions seemed to be venting out bit by bit.

Then, Gao Wen also leaned forward slightly, and raised his voice to ask, "You mean, you are in the same space, but it seems like two worlds?"

The tavern was still exactly the same as in the memory, the outside was bustling and noisy, and the inside was equally full, but the difference was that the conversation in the room was slightly lowered, even if it was a little louder occasionally, but then the volume would be lowered, and then the conversation continued.

"Ah! Yes, yes, yes, yes." Dimitrov's eyes lit up, and he said cheerfully, "That's right, that's it, that's the feeling."

Gawain nodded.

"I did the same before."

"But I think that everyone opens up the world in a different way, because of culture, language, age, life experience, etc., and finally the vision projected in the brain through the eyes is different. Maybe, I can make some attempts, and then Let's see what happens."

"It's also one of the joys of life."

"Next time, if you don't get a response in Paris, try and see in Bulgarian."

In a word, Dimitrov burst into laughter.

reason?

Dimitrov's father was a tennis coach, so he became interested in tennis since he was a child, and spent his youth under his father's guidance; after he entered his teenage years, his father sent Dimitrov to Paris, where he Moratoglu Tennis Academy receives professional training—

Mouratoglou, whose full name is Patrick-Mouratoglou (Patrick-Mouratoglou), has not been so famous for a long time, but has a certain reputation in Europe, but since June 2012 as Serena Williams After James' coach, things were different.

Dimitrov will know Serena Williams, and even spread rumors, because of Moratoglu.

Dimitrov spent his entire teenage years in Paris.

Compared to Gawain, Dimitrov can be regarded as a half-master in Paris; moreover, his French is very fluent, and life is no problem at all.

As a result, now?

Dimitrov smiled brilliantly, but Gawain who was sitting across from him was confused, completely unable to understand how his words hit Dimitrov's point of laughter.

At this time, someone happened to pass by, but their footsteps stopped beside them. The narrow space of the tavern forced everyone to slow down.

Gawain raised his head and stole his puzzled gaze, but before he could speak, the man patted Dimitrov on the shoulder politely, and said a few words:

French.

Dimitrov answered fluently, then looked down at the ground around him, showed a smile, picked up the scarf that had slipped to the ground, and then said a few more words before watching the man move on. back.

Gao Wen understood one word: Thank you.

Dimitrov withdrew his gaze and explained to Gawain with a smile, "My scarf slipped to the ground. He happened to see it when he passed by. He was worried that someone would step on it, so he reminded him politely."

Gao Wensheng looked at Dimitrov indifferently, "Do you know French?"

"I've lived here for almost ten years."

Dimitrov held back his laughter very hard, but he still didn't forget to take care of Gawain's emotions, he closed his smile again before it was about to be completely released, and waved his hands again and again.

"Although this is the case, I must admit that I have never been very familiar with these taverns. My life is basically a two-point line between the training ground and the residence. After all, I was only a child at that time."

While talking, Dimitrov saw Gawain's movements and tried to stop Gawain, but he still couldn't hold back his smile, and his cheerful voice echoed in his chest~lightnovelpub.net~ Gawain went to the chair Leaning back, he made a clown juggling tossing a ball. There was no ball in the air, but the coordination of movements and eyes was very good and vivid.

The self-deprecation in it couldn't be more obvious.

Dimitrov showed a cheerful smile again, especially when Gawain sighed, "No one knows the sorrow of the clown", which made Dimitrov almost unable to hold back and exhausted all his strength to avoid it. At the risk of laughing out loud at himself, a quick sneaky look around to make sure he wasn't bothering anyone else.

However, the smile in his eyes still overflowed violently.

"Puff."

Surrounding the tavern, cheerful laughter surged sparsely. Even if they didn't know the ins and outs, they couldn't help laughing at Gao Wen's playing tricks. The bartender and waiters gave Gao Wen their thumbs up one after another.

Gao Wen noticed the trivial noises around him, raised his head, and gestured to everyone very calmly and politely, as if he was performing on the street.

Then, Gao Wen saw the figure at the door of the tavern—

Emily Pulan was taking off her scarf and preparing to hang her coat on the hanger by the door.

Apparently, just after Pulan entered the tavern, he saw Gawain juggling air balloons. The impact of the whole scene was so strong that he paused for a moment, as if he was digesting the absurd scene in front of him.

Gawain was not in any embarrassment, he still tossed the air balloons slowly, and "collected" the **** one by one according to the order. After juggling, he approached Dimitrov and whispered a few words, then stood up and walked towards He walked in the direction of Pu Lan.

"Hey, good evening." Gao Wen took the initiative to say hello.

"Hey, stranger." Pulan still hung up his coat and said with a smile.