despair.
The hat was put on his head and finally stabilized, no longer falling down.
The little one stretched out his hands and carefully touched the hat, feeling the fabric and shape with his fingertips, inch by inch, as if he could feel its warmth.
whee.
The little one finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and a smile broke out on his lips. This was the most beautiful gift in the world, and that expression wouldn't lie.
The fans who were watching nearby could also deeply feel this happiness, which was enough to light up the whole day's splendor and brilliance. They applauded and cheered, and shouted blessings in a bustling crowd. The scene suddenly turned into a lively celebration party, and the only thing missing was singing "Happy Birthday".
At this moment, the little one seemed to finally come back to his senses, and said a series of words in a baby voice. Then, he looked at Gawain eagerly, his eyelashes fluttering up and down like butterfly wings, and his clear eyes were gradually filled with sincerity, reflecting the most primitive appearance and colors of the world.
However, Gawain was confused.
The kid's French pronunciation was a little vague, and Gawain's French was not that fluent, so he really didn't understand for a moment.
What to do? Because of his height, the older child next to him was looking at Gawain squatting down, and his eyes were exactly the same. He immediately saw Gawain's look of help and helped translate.
"He said, can you wait for him?"
"He's also a tennis player and wants to be a professional player when he grows up. I hope to play with you in the future."
Gao Wen was stunned.
But after reacting, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise up——
This little guy is only about six or seven years old. Gawain will have to wait at least ten or twelve years for him to grow up and become a professional.
This is a very, very long time.
More importantly, Gao Wen needs to maintain his top level, otherwise, by then he will no longer exist in the professional tennis world and this match will be meaningless.
Such a simple yet sincere wish slowly expanded in Gawain's chest, just like cotton candy, expanding in circles. A satisfaction that was difficult to describe in words filled his entire chest and brain, and happiness spread between his brows.
Although Gao Wen has not been in the professional tennis world for long, he already has a group of fans and is becoming an idol for a group of children.
This also means that he is lighting up some people's dreams with his performance, just like Agassi ignited Jiang Yanyun's dream.
This is an honor and also an affirmation.
At the same time, it is also an encouragement——
He must work harder and strive harder, otherwise the little guy in front of him might be disappointed ten years later.
Gawain looked at the little guy in front of him again, nodded, and spoke solemnly.
"good!"
Then, Gawain held out the little finger of his right hand.
"Promise?"
The little guy was stunned for a moment, raised his hand, and little by little pried open Gawain's other four fingers. Finally, he spread out his palm and used his small hand to hit Gawain's big hand.
High five!
"Promise!" said the little one.
Gao Wen reacted a little bit slower, a smile spread across his mouth and eyes, and he nodded slightly to show his affirmation.
Then, Gawain handed the racket to the little one and spoke in French, which he was not very fluent in.
"This is the racket I just practiced with, a small gift."
The little guy widened his eyes and was stunned for a second, then he snatched the racket and held it tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that Gawain would regret it.
You can feel the surge of emotions from his actions and expressions without words.
Gao Wen patted the little kid's head again, stood up, looked at the older kid, and smiled, "Thank you for coming to watch me play."
The older child was a little shy and mumbled for a while but was unable to utter a word.
Then, Gao Wen took out a set of equipment from the equipment bag, including a jersey, shorts, wrist guards, etc., which are Gao Wen’s new clothes for the French Open this year.
The older boy's face was filled with shock. He couldn't believe his eyes. He wanted to reach out to take it, but he retracted his hand. He swallowed his saliva, raised his head and looked at Gawain eagerly. Although he had some guesses in his mind, Gawain didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to judge rashly. He stood there anxiously and stiffly.
A smile welled up in Gao Wen's eyes. He didn't say much, just whetting his appetite. He quickly unpacked the package, left his signature on the hem of the jersey with the help of Gao Hongli, put the whole set of equipment back in place, paused for a moment, and finally handed the equipment over.
"I'm not sure if you want to..."
"Yes!" Before the words were finished, the older child had already answered. After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but become shy and lowered his head slightly to hide his expression, but he still added, "Of course."
That look made Gawain laugh happily, and without further hesitation, he stuffed the entire set of equipment into the older child's arms.
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"yeah!"
The laughter could no longer be controlled and burst out from the older boy's chest. At that moment, it seemed as if he owned the whole world.
When Gawain left, the party behind him still did not stop. Even without Gawain, the fans still had a lot of fun entertaining themselves.
This time, Gawain never stopped and kept moving forward until the joy and noise behind him died down and the world became quiet again.
However, the influence was still surging in the air. Both Gao Wen and Gao Hongli had smiles on their faces and were in a cheerful mood.
The embarrassment and awkwardness will quietly disappear.
Gao Wen looked up at Gao Hongli and tried to break the deadlock. He still needed him to do it after all. "Dad, what's wrong? Is there anything?"
Gao Hongli was a little embarrassed, and said with a straight face, "Why, can't I just take a walk with you when I have nothing to do?"
Gao Wen looked up at the sky in silence, "But the point is, you are not like that. You won't even ask Mom to go for a walk with you. What do you want me for?"
Even though Gawain was mumbling in a low voice, Gao Hongli heard it clearly. He wanted to get angry, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He unconsciously put down all his armor and weapons. Without any mental preparation, the words came out naturally.
"It's true. I just wanted to take you out for a walk."
Gao Wen widened his eyes, glanced at Gao Hongli from the side, and was ready to make a move.
As soon as Gao Hongli saw Gao Wen's expression, he knew that this guy wanted to make a joke again, so he gave him a heads-up in advance, "Don't let your imagination run wild. I don't have a terminal illness, and there haven't been any accidents. Your mother and I are both fine."
puff.
Gao Wen almost burst out laughing, but he managed to keep a poker face, "Then I'm relieved. I was worried that my mother wanted to divorce you."
Gao Hongli was speechless.
Gao Wen lowered his head to hide the corners of his mouth, and expressed his concern with a very serious expression, "Dad, if Mom watches Korean dramas again in the future, you don't have to watch them anymore."
Gao Hongli: ...
But seeing Gao Wen's well-behaved expression, Gao Hongli couldn't help but smile again.
It doesn't seem so bad for the father and son to be alone together.