Of course, Gao Wen knows clearly that he is not Santa Claus and he is too busy to fulfill the wishes of every fan. He can only try his best.
But at this moment, hearing the slightly trembling cry, Gawain couldn't bear it and stopped.
Gao Hongli was a little worried, and looked at Gao Wen again, asking with his eyes: Are you sure? Gao Wen smiled and nodded, then turned around and walked back.
Then, you can see a big boy around thirteen or fourteen years old trying his best to squeeze out of the crowd, waving Gawain's jersey.
It can be seen at a glance because this is Gao Wen's Australian Open jersey. If he remembers correctly, he has just signed his name on it.
In other words, the older boy's wish had been fulfilled, but he still called out to Gawain.
I saw that the older boy didn't care about himself, his face showed an anxious and sad look, and his eyes kept looking behind him.
When the crowd saw Gawain coming back, they cheered briefly and then immediately realized the situation. The crowded crowd automatically dispersed and the space was evacuated.
Then, a little boy who looked about six or seven years old was seen sitting on the steps, sweating profusely, with his golden hair dripping down his forehead, his eyes red with tears that had not been wiped away, and he looked aggrieved and regretful. But the moment he saw Gawain:
Stunned.
That expression seemed as if she couldn't believe her eyes. She stared at Gawain blankly and stupidly, and even forgot to wipe away her tears.
He looked like a stray dog drenched by the rain, so pitiful and heartbreaking.
Next to him, the older child seemed a little reserved and anxious, speaking incoherently, pointing at the kid next to him, trying to explain why he called out to Gawain.
"he……"
"he!"
Gao Wen, a little surprised.
Paris is a picky city, even for Nadal.
As the undisputed king of Roland Garros, the Parisian audience has never really liked Nadal, nor has he won real respect and support here.
Until 2017.
Nadal suffered a serious injury that nearly ended his career, but he was eventually reborn and redeemed himself on this court with his iron will, winning his historic tenth French Open championship trophy.
That year, Nadal finally conquered Paris, and the fans and residents of the city gave Nadal flowers and applause without reservation.
In fact, even Federer was booed more than once in Paris.
Naturally, after experiencing the test in Melbourne, Gawain is facing endless pressure. He does not think that he is the gold that everyone loves and flowers bloom, and can easily win the hearts of the Parisian audience.
But at this moment, in the tearful eyes of this little kid with a bowl-cut hair, one could clearly see a kind of enthusiasm and passion burning.
It was a wholehearted enthusiasm, overflowing with admiration and worship, as if one could deeply feel the natural happiness and excitement.
As a result, Gawain's heart also felt warm.
The little guy couldn't say a word, he just stared at Gawain blankly, as if he couldn't believe that Gawain actually appeared in front of him.
Huff, huff.
The older child next to him finally adjusted his breathing and regained a little bit of rationality. He began to explain in a rambling manner, restating the whole story.
"Gawain...he, he has been here since this morning. He waited for three hours and finally saw you, but he still missed the chance to talk to you."
"Then he came again in the afternoon. He has 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, and he couldn't squeeze in at all..."
The older child was also a little excited and a little short of breath. His words were mixed with English and French. The clues were intermittent and the story was incomplete.
But Gawain still understood——
Obviously, the little guy in front of him had been waiting for a whole day, but missed the opportunity because of the surging crowd.
From Dimitrov to Plan, plus a few months of study, Gao Wen's French has been basically mastered and he can carry out simple daily communication.
It seems that the older kid in front of him is the same, waiting at the club entrance for a whole day just to get Gao Wen's autograph.
But it was not easy for the two children. He also saw the little one waiting anxiously. Although he finally got the autograph, he couldn't help feeling sad after seeing the little one's grievance and regret. He couldn't help but call out to stop Gawain from leaving.
The only thing to be thankful for was that the crowd gathered in front of the club was not too turbulent or crazy, and no stampede occurred. The two children were sweating and their faces were flushed, but they were safe and sound and not injured.
At this time, the crowd around gradually quieted down. Although they were still very excited when they saw Gawain so close, they all remained calm, stepped back slightly, and made room for air circulation.
Gawain raised his head, looked at the older child, and gave him an encouraging smile.
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"Thank you. Thank you for stopping me and telling me this story."
The older child chuckled twice, scratched his head, and looked a little shy.
Then Gawain looked at the little guy in front of him again and stretched out his right hand.
"Hello, I'm Gao Wen, nice to meet you."
This sentence is said in French.
The little guy was so shocked that he couldn't say a word. He held Gawain's right hand in a daze and shook it up and down like a puppet.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked excited and thrilled. She seemed to want to say something but couldn't, and finally she couldn't help feeling shy.
That look brought a smile to Gawain's eyes.
He gently rubbed the little one's wet head, then put down his equipment bag and took out a racket he had just used for training, as well as a hat.
He borrowed a pen, quickly signed on the brim of the hat, and then put the hat on the little guy's head.
As a result, the hat was too big and fell down, covering the little guy's cheek, so that the little guy quickly raised his head to control the hat to prevent it from falling off, and blinked quickly in panic, as if he didn't know how to deal with such an accident.
That silly action made Gao Wen unable to hold back and laugh out loud.
Gawain quickly took off his hat, adjusted the buttons at the back, and put it back on.
The little guy looked at Gawain who was busy and focused in front of him, staring at the hat intently, worried that Gawain would not give it to him because it was not suitable. His eyes revealed a strong desire without any disguise. That passion was so pure and so simple that it made people excited as well.
Fortunately, Gawain kept his word and after adjusting it several times, he finally succeeded in making the hat stay firmly on the little guy's head.
Then the little one smiled.
Seeing this scene, Gao Wen also laughed.