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Chapter 1306 A Yearning

Of course, Gawain clearly knows that he is not Santa Claus and has no skills to satisfy every fan's wish. He can only try his best.

But at this time, after hearing the slightly trembling cry, Gawain couldn't bear it anymore and stopped.

Gao Hongli was a little worried, and looked at Gao Wen again, asking with his eyes: Are you sure?

Gawain nodded with a smile, turned around and walked back again.

Then, you can see a big boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old in the middle of the bustling crowd, trying his best to squeeze out of the crowd, constantly waving Gao Wen's jersey——

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

In other words, the eldest child's wish has been fulfilled, but he still called Gawain.

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

The crowd saw Gawain leaving and returning. After a brief cheer, they immediately realized the situation. The crowded crowd dispersed automatically and the space was evacuated.

Immediately afterwards, you can see a six-year-old or seven-year-old kid sitting on the steps, sweating profusely, with wet golden hair hanging on his forehead, his eyes are red, and there are still tears that have not been wiped away.

He showed a look of grievance and regret, but the moment he saw Gawain:

stunned.

His expression seemed to be that he couldn't believe his own eyes. He stared at Gawain blankly, stupidly, and even forgot to wipe his tears.

Like a stray dog ​​soaked in heavy rain, pitiful and heart-wrenching.

Next to him, the older child was a little reserved and eager, speaking incoherently. He kept pointing at the little one next to him, trying to explain why he called Gawain.

"he……"

"he!"

Gawain, I'm a little surprised.

Paris is a picky city, even for Nadal.

As the unquestioned king of Roland Garros, the Paris crowd never really liked Nadal, and he never earned real respect or support here.

Until 2017.

Nadal experienced serious injuries and almost ruined his career, but in the end he was reborn and used his iron will to complete redemption on this court and win the tenth French Open championship trophy that made history.

That year, Nadal finally conquered Paris. The fans and residents of the city sent flowers and applause to Nadal without reservation.

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

Naturally, Gawain, who has experienced the test of Melbourne and is under endless pressure, does not think that he is the gold that everyone loves and blooms, and can easily win the hearts of the Paris audience.

But at this moment, in the little pot-shaped lid in front of him, with tearful eyes, one could clearly see a kind of enthusiasm and passion burning.

It was a wholehearted enthusiasm, filled with admiration and adoration, as if one could deeply feel the happiness and excitement that came naturally.

Along with this, Gawain's heart also warmed up.

The little boy 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.

Huchi, wheeze.

The older kid next to him finally regained his breathing and regained a little bit of his sense. He explained in a nonchalant manner and restored the whole story.

"Gawain...he, he has been here this morning. He has been waiting for three hours. He finally waited for you, but he still missed the opportunity to talk to you."

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

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

The older child was also a little excited and slightly short of breath. He spoke 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 has been waiting all day, but missed the opportunity because of the huge crowd.

From Dimitrov to Pulan, coupled with several months of study, Gawain's French is considered basic and he can carry out simple daily communication.

It seemed that the big boy in front of him was the same. He had been waiting at the door of the club all day just to get Gawain's autograph.

But it was not easy for the two children. He also saw the little one waiting hard. Although he finally got the signature, he couldn't help but feel sad after seeing the little one's grievance and regret.

He couldn't help calling out and stopped Gawain from leaving.

The only good thing is that the crowd gathered at the entrance of the club was not too violent or crazy, and there was no stampede accident. The two children were sweating profusely and their faces were flushed, but they were safe and uninjured.

At this time, the surrounding crowd gradually became quieter. Although one or two people were still very excited when they saw Gawain so close to them, they all remained calm and stepped back slightly to make way for the air to circulate.

Gawain raised his head, looked at the older child, and showed an encouraging smile.

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

The eldest child laughed twice and scratched his head, looking a little shy.

Then Gawain looked at the little one in front of him and stretched out his right hand.

"Hello, I'm Gawain, nice to meet you."

This sentence was said in French.

The little one was stunned and couldn't say a word. He held Gawain's right hand in confusion and shook it up and down like a puppet.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she was excited and excited. She seemed to want to say something but couldn't. In the end, she couldn't help but feel 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 rummaged through it to find a racket he had just used for training and a hat.

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

As a result, the hat was too big and fell down, covering the little one's cheek. The little one quickly raised his head to control the hat to prevent it from falling. He blinked quickly in a panic, as if he didn't know how to deal with it.

Such an accident.

That silly action made Gawain laugh out loud without holding back.

Gawain quickly took off his hat, adjusted the buttons on the back, and put it back on again.

The little one looked at Gawain who was busy and concentrated in front of him. He stared at the hat, worried that Gawain would not give it to her because it was not suitable. There was a strong desire in his eyes without hiding it. That kind of heat was so pure and so.

It's so simple that people can't help but get excited along with it.

Fortunately, Gawain did not break his promise, and after several adjustments, he finally succeeded in getting the hat to stay firmly on the little one's head.

Then, the little one laughed.

Seeing this scene, Gawain also laughed.


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