Match point

Of course, Gao Wen knew very well that he was not Santa Claus, and he had no means to satisfy every fan's wish. He could only do his best.

But at this moment, after hearing that slightly trembling shout, Gao Wen couldn't bear it anymore and stopped in his tracks.

Gao Hongli was a little worried, he glanced at Gao Wen again, and asked with his eyes: Are you sure?
Gawain nodded with a smile, turned around and walked back again.

Then, in the middle of the bustling crowd, a big boy about 13 or 14 years old was trying his best to squeeze out of the crowd, waving Gawain's jersey continuously——

It can be seen at a glance, because this is Gao Wen's Australian Open jersey, and if he remembers correctly, he has just signed it.

That is to say, the eldest child's wish has been fulfilled, but he still called Gao Wen.

I saw that the big boy didn't care about himself, with an anxious and sad look on his face, and he kept looking behind him from the corner of his eyes.

The crowd saw Gao Wen going back and forth, cheered briefly, and immediately realized the situation. The crowded crowd dispersed automatically, and the space was evacuated.

Immediately afterwards, a six-year-old or seven-year-old boy could be seen sitting on the steps, sweating profusely, with blond hair drooping wetly on his forehead, his eyes were red, and there were still tears that were not wiped clean. He showed a look of grievance and regret, but the moment he saw Gao Wen:

stunned.

With that expression, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, he stared at Gao Wen in a daze, stupidly, and even forgot to wipe away his tears.

Like a stray dog ​​drenched in heavy rain, it is pitiful and distressing.

Next to him, the older child was a little cautious and urgent, speaking incoherently, pointing at the little one beside him, trying to explain why he called Gao Wen.

"he……"

"he!"

Gao Wen was a little surprised.

Paris is a picky city, even for Nadal.

As the undisputed king of Roland Garros, the Paris audience never really liked Nadal, nor did he earn real respect or support here.

until 2017.

Nadal suffered serious injuries and almost ruined his career, but in the end he was reborn from nirvana, and completed redemption with steel will on this venue, winning his tenth French Open championship trophy that made history.

That year, Nadal finally conquered Paris, and the fans and residents of the city unreservedly sent flowers and applause to Nadal.

In fact, even Federer was booed more than once in Paris.

Naturally, Gao Wen, who has gone through the test in Melbourne, is facing endless pressure. He does not think that he is the gold that everyone loves and can easily win the hearts of the Paris audience.

But at this moment, in the tearful eyes of the small pot head in front of him, he could clearly see a kind of enthusiasm, a kind of passion, which was burning.

It was a kind of wholehearted fanaticism, full of admiration and worship, as if he could deeply feel the happiness and excitement that naturally flowed.

Along with it, Gao Wen's heart also warmed up.

The little one couldn't say a word, and just stared at Gao Wen blankly, as if he couldn't believe that Gao Wen actually appeared in front of his eyes.

Whoosh, whoosh.

The older child next to him finally adjusted his breathing, regained a little bit of reason, and explained in a rambling manner, restoring the ins and outs.

"Gao Wen... He, he was here this morning. He waited for three hours and finally got you, but he still missed the opportunity to talk to you."

"Then the afternoon came again, he had been waiting here for four hours, his mother just came to see him, and he said he still wanted to wait and see."

"But...but...there were too many people just now, he couldn't squeeze in at all..."

The older child was also a little excited and short of breath. Some of the words were spoken in English mixed with French. The clues were intermittent and the story was incomplete.

But Gawain still understood——

Obviously, the little one in front of me had been waiting for a whole day, but missed the opportunity because of the turbulent crowd.

From Dimitrov to Pulan, plus several months of study, Gao Wen's French can be regarded as an introduction, and he can carry out simple daily communication.

It seems that the big kid in front of him should be the same, waiting at the gate of the club all day just to get Gao Wen's autograph.

But for the two children, it was not easy. He also saw the little one waiting hard. He didn't hold back his call and stopped Gao Wen from leaving.

The only good thing is that the crowd gathered at the entrance of the club was neither violent nor crazy, there was no stampede, and the two children were sweating profusely and flushed, but they lived in peace and were not injured.

At this moment, the crowd around them gradually quieted down. Even though one or two were still very excited when they saw Gao Wen who was close at hand, they all kept calm and stepped back slightly to make room for the air to circulate.

Gawain raised his head, looked at the older child, and showed a smile to express his encouragement.

"Thank you. Thank you for stopping me and telling me the story."

The older child chuckled twice, scratched his head, and looked a little shy.

Then Gao Wen looked at the little one in front of him again, and stretched out his right hand.

"Hi, I'm Gao Wen, nice to meet you."

This sentence is spoken in French.

The little one was already stunned, unable to utter a word, he grasped Gao Wen's right hand in a daze, shaking his right hand up and down like a puppet.

With slightly flushed cheeks, he was excited and excited, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it, and finally couldn't help being shy.

That appearance brought a smile to Gao Wen's eyes.

Gently rubbed the little one's wet head, then put down his equipment bag, rummaged through it to find a racket for training just now, and a hat.

Borrowing a pen, he quickly signed his name on the brim of the hat, and then put the hat on the little one's head——

As a result, the hat was too big, and it fell down with a slap, covering the little boy's cheeks, so that the little boy quickly raised his head, controlled the hat to prevent it from falling, and blinked quickly in a panic, as if he didn't know how to deal with it Such an accident.

That silly action made Gao Wen not hold back his laughter.

Gao Wen hurriedly took off his hat, adjusted the button on the back, and put it on again.

The little one looked at Gao Wen who was focused and busy in front of him, stared at the hat intently, worried whether Gao Wen would not give it to him because it was not suitable, there was a strong longing in his eyes, that kind of heat was so pure and so Simple, people can't help but get excited together.

Fortunately, Gao Wen did not break his promise, and after several adjustments, he finally managed to keep the hat firmly on the little one's head.

Then, Xiao BuDian laughed.

Watching this scene, Gao Wen also laughed.