"Calm down, Emily, calm down!"
Pullan tried to bring himself back to his senses.
Raising his head and scanning the audience, the library is quiet, everyone is concentrating on reading and studying, only the sound of flipping books is surging in the air.
She was alone, restless and restless like an hyperactive child, trying to get rid of the non-existent hedgehog in the chair.
Snapped.
He turned over the phone he had buckled to the table again, unlocked the screen, and read the message he had just sent for the thousand and ninth time.
Gao Wen, there should be no misunderstanding, right?
Gao Wen, he should be smart and knowledgeable enough, he should be able to see the source of that text message, right?
So, Gao Wen didn't reply for two hours, so he must be on the plane, right? But, it's been two hours, hasn't it landed yet?
According to the itinerary, Gao Wen should fly from Mallorca to Barcelona, transit there, and then go to Monte Carlo to continue preparing for the battle.
Two hours was enough for Gao Wen to arrive in Barcelona and complete the transfer procedures, so why didn't Gao Wen reply the message?
Maybe, the phone is still in airplane mode?
Yes, yes, yes, airplane mode should be the most reasonable answer.
Pu Lan tried to convince himself, but the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind couldn't stop at all. As he thought about it, his thoughts began to develop in the direction of disaster.
"Stop!"
Pu Lan clenched his fists, to stop himself from thinking about it, and opened his eyes, only then did he realize that he had punched the table with his fists.
Accompanied by a muffled sound, the eyes of the surrounding crowd gathered, which made Pulan a little embarrassed, lowered his head in a panic and began to flip through the book.
But in fact, she didn't read a single word of what was being said in the book.
Damn it!
focus! She should stay focused! With less than two weeks left until the graduation thesis deadline, she needs to focus on finishing the thesis.
"forget about it."
"If Gao Wen understands deviation, then he should understand deviation, anyway...anyway..."
"etc!"
Countless thoughts in my mind were baking pancakes, but in the end I couldn't hold back, and I searched for my phone for the umpteenth time, and decided to explain.
But what about cell phones?
Wait, why is the phone gone?
Pulan's head was full of question marks, and he just confirmed the news, why did he disappear in a blink of an eye? Isn't the mobile phone a ufo that disappears in the blink of an eye?
"oh…"
It was only when Pulan scratched her head that she realized that the phone was in her hand, and then she was like an idiot, riding a donkey to find a donkey.
Pulan: Black lines all over his head.
No, this matter must be clarified, otherwise she will be restless all the time, she will not write her graduation thesis, and she may be distracted all day long.
Edit, delete; edit again, delete again; pause... self-doubt, watch message time, give up; then, re-edit a third time.
"Gao Wen, those two paragraphs just now were not written by me, but written by George Sand to Chopin."
"In 1838, Chopin and George Sand met for the second time. At that time, two years had passed since the first meeting between the two people. Both of them were in a state of broken love."
"They tried to find another warm comfort. During the process of getting along, Chopin developed a good impression of George Sand, quickly approached him, and expressed his admiration to George Sand; George Sand responded enthusiastically."
"That letter was written by George Sand. It was full of emotions and agitated. From the text, one could feel that George Sand could not suppress his emotions. It was also this letter that completely captured Chopin's heart. The two of them Came together and held hands for the next ten years."
"You mentioned Chopin just now. It just so happened that you were in Mallorca. Chopin and George Sand went to live in Mallorca for a while at the beginning of their relationship."
"Even because of this, Mallorca is known as the island of honeymoon. I think you should be interested. That's why I thought of this letter. I have absolutely no other meaning..."
Wait, what the hell?
What is the last sentence? It’s fine if I didn’t bring it up on purpose, but even if I don’t have any special thoughts, it may cause misunderstanding.
delete, edit.
"That's why I thought of this letter, Mallorca, witnessing the love of two great artists."
All in one go.
Re-read my message again, let out a long breath, now, there should be no misunderstanding.
But why a little lost?
What's with that sense of loss?
calm!
Calm down calm down!
Refuse to be cranky!
Graduation thesis!
She really, really needs to focus now, to focus on her graduation thesis, otherwise, she might really miss the deadline.
call!
Pu Lan took a deep breath, covered the phone on the table, thought for a while, and then pressed two books, and finally regained his sanity.
His eyes fell on the book in front of him again, and he continued to read the references.
The library is peaceful.
Faintly, you can hear the laughter and shouts surging in the campus outside, not noisy, just open your chest to embrace the arrival of spring.
Those rustling laughter, on the contrary, set off the quietness of the room more and more. The trivial sound of flipping books was surging, and the whole world became quiet.
However, Pulan always seems to be unable to bear the scrutiny of those sounds, making excuses for his inability to concentrate 100%—
hum!
Suddenly, the phone vibrated when it was pressed down under the book, just like the Monkey King who was pressed under the Five Fingers Mountain, but Pu Lan noticed it immediately.
A little irritated, who is interrupting her reading?
But...some expectations.
Immediately, he opened the book and pulled out the phone. Without realizing it, he unlocked the phone reflexively, and then saw the message.
It's Gao Wen.
The heart flew up uncontrollably, and it seemed that a wave of hot air was slightly filling, and it slowly swelled and became full.
"It turned out to be like this. I'm a little disappointed. I still hope that the misunderstanding will come true."
Click.
Heartbeat, missed a beat.
All the irritability, tension, and emotions had all disappeared, and Pu Lan just stared at the phone in a daze, his brain lost the ability to think.
However, the corners of the mouth could not help but rise slightly, an indescribable and inexpressible lightness pulled the corners of the mouth upwards.
The sound of the heart hitting the chest, once, again, so clear and so powerful, once, then again, from slow to fast, gradually accelerating.
Almost to fly.
What did Gao Wen's words... mean?
Holding the mobile phone, Pulan read it carefully, over and over again, trying to disassemble all the fonts on the screen~www.mtlnovel.com~ and then, he could see a flower.
"When the misunderstanding becomes true, what will it become?"
Pu Lan quickly edited the news, but after thinking about it seriously, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he deleted it all—
Misunderstand?
What misunderstanding?
What did I worry about Gao Wen misunderstanding? What did Gao Wen misunderstand again?
etc!
Why did you send that letter just now? And why worried that Gao Wen misunderstood and explained it? What are you looking forward to?
Thoughts came out one after another, turning into pink bubbles that filled his entire chest, but at this moment Pulan didn't react at all.
She just stared at the screen blankly, thinking about how she should reply.
(end of this chapter)
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