Match Point: Chapter 1303 Rarely alone

During the conversation, the training came to an end without knowing it.

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

Then, you will enter the grand slam preparation mode, maintain the intensity of training twice a day, but avoid excessive overdraft, and your body needs to slowly enter the rhythm.

Some players don’t like over-training, so they usually practice once a day before the Grand Slam; other players need to train to maintain their state and feel. Even if the Grand Slam is approaching, they still practice twice a day until after the game starts. , before adjusting back to practicing once a day.

In fact, there are still very few players who occasionally choose to practice twice a day on non-competition days during the Grand Slam—

In the final analysis, this needs to be adjusted according to the state of the previous round of competition, physical condition, adjustment of hand feeling, opponent in the next round of competition, etc.

Again, the more top players, the more they need to pay attention to details.

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

Therefore, from three exercises a day to two exercises a day, in the final analysis, it is to complete the adaptation through basic training and strength training.

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

Sampras glanced at Gao Hongli. Although Gao Hongli didn't say anything, he thought, maybe they need a little private space today.

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

"There is a party tonight, and you didn't notify me. Why, do you think I have no news channels?"

While yelling, he dragged the two of them out.

Agassi:?

Pelt: ?

The two had never heard of this incident at all, and their heads were full of question marks: party? What party?

But Sampras didn't give the two people a chance to resist, he pulled them forward all the way, and after a little distance, he explained slowly.

When Gao Wen finished tidying up and came out, he saw Gao Hongli alone, turned around to tidy up his equipment bag, and asked casually, "Where's the coach?"

Gao Hongli was a little cautious, and didn't know how to speak. After all, he had never done such a thing before, so he was a little nervous.

"They, go first."

This sentence has no beginning or end, and even the sentence is incomplete. Where is the destination? Because of what situation? Gawain's doubts were not answered at all.

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

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

He didn't ask further, but nodded, "Okay."

With quick hands and feet, Gao Wen tidied up all the equipment bags. Gao Hongli wanted to help, but Gao Wen was used to carrying them by himself, so he refused Gao Hongli.

Gao Hongli looked a little uncomfortable.

Gao Wen wanted to make a few jokes to ease the atmosphere, but father and son get along a bit awkwardly, those words came to his lips, and he couldn't help turning them around in his mind, thinking about whether it was appropriate, but because of this little hesitation, he had already missed it, and then It's already inappropriate to speak, so I don't speak anymore.

Thinking about it seriously, since childhood, Gao Wen never seemed to have been alone with Gao Hongli, either there were other people, or they were in different dimensions.

In memory, always.

When I was young, when I came home from school or training, my parents were still busy most of the time, so he was the only one at home. Occasionally, I would see Jiang Yanyun who came back early, and very, very occasionally I would see Gao Hongli at home, but he He will still look for Jiang Yanyun first.

If you didn't see Jiang Yanyun, your first subconscious sentence would be,

"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 were busy in the living room and in the room respectively.

Today, they were suddenly alone, and both of them seemed uncomfortable. Not only Gao Hongli was cautious, but Gao Wen also became cautious. He was not as comfortable with the media and as friendly as he was with the fans. He couldn't find a topic, and then Both fell silent.

Afraid of the quiet air.

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

Embarrassed to curl up hands and feet.

Gao Wen was thinking about how to break the silence and break the deadlock. Should he take the initiative to ask Gao Hongli what happened?

Raising his head slightly, he glanced at Gao Hongli out of the corner of his eye, only to find that Gao Hongli lowered his head slightly, lost in thought—

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

Once, his father towered into the sky like a locust tree, and he tried his best to lift his head, his neck was about to break, and he still couldn't see his father's face clearly; those broad and strong shoulders supported his world like this. The sky, let him believe that the shadow covering him is the whole sky.

However, at a certain moment, even before I realized it, my father's back was slightly bent, and he could no longer see the high spirits of his youth, his temples were slightly grayed, and he could straighten his back Seeing his father's eyes, the angle of view also unknowingly changed from looking up to looking down.

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

Even so, he still never took a good look at his father.

In his memory, he looked at his mother seriously. Everyone said that his eyes resembled hers, but in his opinion, they didn't look like her at all.

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

When he was young, his father’s eyes were always bright, elegant and gentle, but full of vigor; now, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes wrap those sharp edges and corners little by little, and there is a little stability between his brows. With the vicissitudes of life, the temperament has also become warm.

It was precisely because of this that people who saw Gao Hongli said that Gao Wen was like his father; people who saw Jiang Yanyun said that Gao Wen was more like a mother.

But from Gao Wen's own point of view, he couldn't understand anything.

Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of his mouth slightly lifted, and his troubled thoughts calmed down a little.

Gao Wen thought, maybe he should take the initiative to break the silence. Usually at home, Jiang Yanyun always talks, and Gao Hongli listens more.

"dad…"

Gao Wen had just opened his mouth, and Gao Hongli raised his head in response, but before the next words were spoken, when he turned a corner, the scenery in front of him suddenly brightened.

Crash!

Immediately afterwards ~www.mtlnovel.com~ a wave of heat hit the head and covered the face, bursting out with amazing energy.

"Gawain!"

"Ahhh!"

"Gao Wen Gao Wen Gao Wen!"

"Come on for the game!"

"I love you!"

"ah!"

Screams, cheers, roars...everything that could be heard rushed towards our faces, interrupting the conversation unreasonably in an instant, and the scorching heat wave drowned Gao Wen and his son in an instant:

The fans, fanatical fans, waited hard at the gate of the training ground, waiting for such a moment.

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