As we talked, the training was unknowingly coming to an end.

After arriving in Paris, Gao Wen will maintain the intensity of three training sessions a day for the first five days to ensure that his body and mind can keep up with the requirements of Roland Garros.

After that, I will enter the Grand Slam preparation mode, maintaining the intensity of two training sessions a day, but avoiding overdraft, and the body needs to slowly get into the rhythm.

Some players do not like to over-train, and often only practice once a day on the eve of a Grand Slam; other players need training to mobilize their condition and maintain their touch, and even when the Grand Slam is approaching, they still practice twice a day, and only adjust back to one practice a day after the event begins.

In fact, there are still a very small number of players who occasionally choose to practice twice a day on non-match days during the Grand Slam.

Ultimately, this requires adjustments based on the status of the previous round of games, physical condition, adjustment of touch, opponents in the next round of games, etc.

Again, the higher the level of the player, the more attention he needs to pay to details.

For Gao Wen, clay is still a venue that needs to be understood, deepened and adapted to. He still needs more time to experience the clay.

Therefore, from three training sessions a day to two training sessions a day, it all comes down to adapting through basic training and intensity training.

After the training, Gao Wen was sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of the water, and he went directly to the locker room to shower and tidy himself up.

Sampras glanced at Gao Hongli, and although Gao Hongli didn't say anything, he thought that maybe they needed a little private space today.

So Sampras took the initiative to walk towards Agassi and Pelt, complaining loudly,

"There's a party tonight, and you didn't inform me. What? Do you think I don't have any information channels?"

While yelling, he pulled two people out.

Agassi: ?

Pelt: ?

The two had never heard of this before, and their heads were full of questions: Party? What party? But Sampras did not give them a chance to resist, pulling them forward all the way, and after a little distance, he slowly explained it.

When Gao Wen came out after finishing his preparations, he saw Gao Hongli alone, who turned around to organize his equipment bag and asked casually, "Where are the coaches?"

Gao Hongli was a little reserved and didn't know how to start the conversation. After all, he had never done anything like this before and was a little nervous.

"They went over first."

This sentence was incomplete. Where was the destination? What was the situation? It did not answer Gao Wen's questions at all.

Gao Hongli paused for a moment and said, "Xiao Wu, walk with me for a while."

Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, stopped packing his equipment bag, turned to look at Gao Hongli. Although he didn't understand why, he could feel the change in the atmosphere.

He didn't ask any more questions and nodded, "Okay."

Gao Wen quickly packed up all the equipment bags. Gao Hongli wanted to help, but Gao Wen was used to doing it himself and refused.

Gao Hongli seemed a little uncomfortable.

Gao Wen wanted to make a couple of jokes to ease the atmosphere, but the relationship between father and son was always a little awkward. When the words came to his lips, he couldn't help but turn them over in his mind, wondering if they were appropriate. However, because of this little hesitation, he had already missed the opportunity to speak again. It was already inappropriate to speak again, so he decided not to say anything.

If you think about it carefully, from childhood to adulthood, Gao Wen seems to have never been alone with Gao Hongli. Either there were other people or they were in different spaces.

It’s always like this in my memory.

When he was a child, when he came home from school or training, his parents were usually still busy, so he was the only one at home. Occasionally he would see Jiang Yanyun coming home early, and very occasionally he would see Gao Hongli at home, but he would still look for Jiang Yanyun first.

If I hadn't seen Jiang Yanyun, the first thing I would have thought of was,

"Where's my mother?"

If Jiang Yanyun was not at home, he would turn around and go back to his room. The father and son would be busy in the living room and the room respectively.

Today, they were suddenly alone together and both of them seemed uncomfortable. Not only was Gao Hongli reserved, but Gao Wen also became reserved. They were completely different from their usual ease in dealing with the media and friendliness towards the fans. They could not find a topic to talk about, and then both of them fell silent.

I'm afraid the air will be quiet.

The father and son left the training ground one after another, but neither of them spoke first.

Embarrassed to the point of curling up my hands and feet.

Gao Wen was thinking about how to break the silence and the deadlock. Should he take the initiative to ask Gao Hongli what happened? He raised his head slightly and glanced at Gao Hongli with the corner of his eyes, only to find that Gao Hongli lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought.

Only then did Gao Wen realize that he was taller than his father.

Once, his father was as tall as a locust tree. He tried his best to raise his head, and his neck was about to break, but he still couldn't see his father's face clearly. Those broad and strong shoulders supported a small piece of sky for his world, making him believe that the shadow covering him was the whole sky.

However, at a certain moment, before I even noticed, my father's back had become slightly hunched, no longer the vigor and vigor of his youth, and his temples were slightly gray. When I straightened my back, I could see my father's eyes, and my perspective unconsciously changed from looking up to looking down.

Time flies by so inadvertently, and it seems that it never slows down.

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Despite this, he still never took a good look at his father.

He remembered that he had looked at his mother carefully. Everyone said that his eyes were like hers, but in his opinion, they were not similar at all.

Now, looking at his father carefully, he suddenly realized that his eyes were indeed more like his mother's, but the look between his eyebrows and nose was more like his father's.

When my father was young, his eyes were always bright, elegant and gentle, yet full of vitality; now, the fine lines at the corners of my father's eyes wrap up those sharpness and edges little by little, and a bit of steadiness and vicissitudes is revealed between his brows, and his temperament has also become warmer.

It is also because of this that people who see Gao Hongli say that Gao Wen looks like his father, and people who see Jiang Yanyun say that Gao Wen looks more like his mother.

But to Gawain himself, he just couldn't understand it.

Thinking of this, the smile on the corners of my mouth rose slightly, and my troubled thoughts calmed down a little.

Gao Wen thought that maybe he should take the initiative to break the silence. Usually at home, Jiang Yanyun was the one talking, and Gao Hongli was more of a listener.

"dad……"

Gao Wen had just opened his mouth when Gao Hongli looked up in response. But before he could finish his next words, he turned a corner and the scenery in front of him suddenly became clear.

Crash! Immediately afterwards, a wave of heat came crashing down on him, exploding with astonishing energy.

"Gawain!"

“Ahhhh!”

"Gawain, Gawain, Gawain!"

"Good luck in the game!"

"I love you!"

"ah!"

Screams, cheers, roars... everything was there, rushing towards you, interrupting the conversation unreasonably in an instant, and the rolling heat waves quickly drowned out Gawain and his son: the fans, the fanatical fans, were waiting at the entrance of the training ground, just waiting for such a moment.