"Yeah." Winston responded softly.
The other party did not show a surprised expression. Of course, there is nothing in this life that can surprise Winston, but his calmness made Hunter calm down and look back on his childhood.
"The less I want to stutter, the more I stutter. Funny, right?"
"But now you have no problem at all."
"The psychiatrist said it was because I was easily nervous and inferior." Hunter smiled. In fact, deep down in his heart, he was still prone to inferiority, which hasn't changed much.
"That's why you started karting."
"Eh? How did you know?"
"Whether it is a karting or Formula Renault, you need to have a high psychological quality. You drive a karting to learn and exercise your own emotional control."
"How did you know?"
"You told me," replied Winston.
"When?" Hunter showed a surprised expression, how come he has no impression at all
"A lifetime."
"..." Hunter was speechless.
This guy Winston looked unreasonably rigorous, and the jokes he made were really cold.
"Okay. Did I ever tell you what my father was like in my last life?"
"Go ahead, I can listen to it again," replied Winston.
"If you are like this, I can't be friends with you."
"Well, I'll listen to you as many times as you want."
A serious expression, but it doesn't sound sincere.
Hunter rolled his eyes and decided to ignore Winston's cold humor.
“My dad was a successful stockbroker in Manhattan, so my childhood was a lifesaver. Besides his career, the person he cared about the most was me. It’s expensive to train a driver, let alone start at an early age. . He asked a coach to train me, and he would also put down his busiest job to accompany me in the karting race. Every time I got a good place and looked at him, I could feel the smile in his eyes."
"Um."
"I became more confident and happier every day. But the financial crisis made him bankrupt, and he became very irritable and alcoholic. My mother couldn't stand it and left us. Later, my mother remarried and married A teacher who lived the stable life she dreamed of, but died in childbirth two years later."
Winston didn't say any sympathy, just took the cigarette that was about to burn out in Hunter's hand, put it between his lips, and took a light breath.
"Before that, I went karting to make my father proud. Then it turned out to be to make money to buy my father a drink. I got better and better, I drove faster and faster, won countless championships, Even Formula 1 saw my presence. When Marcus signed me, I was so excited that the world was full of hope. But when I got home and told him the news... he just 'oh' , carrying the bottle and continuing to drink on the sofa. I don't know what I'm crazy about, I smashed all the wine in the house. He rushed up and smashed my face... "
Winston remained silent.
"He staggered out to buy wine and never came back."
Hunter finished speaking, and only the butt of the cigarette remained between Winston's lips.
"When I was a kid thinking about Formula 1, my heart would go crazy and I thought I could find confidence in speed. But when I actually started racing, that nervous feeling was like a precursor to my stuttering again, and no one would I care, only I know."
"Hunter, do you know that when one person is face to face with another person, there is a language that allows you to be so nervous that you can't say a word, but still allows the other person to fully understand what you want to express."
"What?" Hunter looked at each other.
"kiss."
At that moment, something in the depths of my brain seemed to be broken.
Hunter opened his mouth, his tongue stiffened and his throat tense.
Winston, on the other hand, turned his face in his direction.
Hunter froze there, feeling the other party getting closer and closer, until the other party's hand patted his shoulder, and the scattered soot danced lightly under the light.
"The next time you're too nervous to let go, imagine it's a kiss. Your car, your track, will understand what you're trying to say, they don't need your vocal cords to communicate."
Something was stirring in the depths of his mind.
Hunter showed a smile: "Hey... did anyone ever say that you look so fucking sexy when you smoke?"
"Really?" Winston asked flatly.
"Haha, of course it's true."
"Then I'll just draw it for you."
After finishing speaking, Winston got up and made a "go back" gesture towards Hunter. He was a bit mature and dashing, and walked towards the hotel with his long legs.
Hunter held down his head and sighed helplessly.
Here again... I feel like Commander.
Back in his room, Hunter immediately fell asleep next to the pillow.
In the dream, he returned to his home, opened the door, and saw himself sitting on the sofa watching TV, while his mother was preparing dinner in the kitchen.
Then the father came back with a big bouquet of roses and a model of an F1 car.
The mother took the flowers and kissed the father, who smiled foolishly while holding the model.
This is his home.
Always be his home.
All of a sudden everything disappeared, and he tried to grasp but couldn't grasp anything.
The light dimmed, and I could vaguely see a spark of fire in front of me.
Winston just sat there alone, smoking half a cigarette.
"Who are you waiting for here?" Hunter asked innocently.
"I'm waiting for you." Those eyes were clear and soft.
"why?"
"Because you said I looked sexy when I smoked."
"Just because of that?"
"Um."
Then please don't disappear.
When the morning alarm went off, Hunter sat up.
Although he slept at least two hours less than usual, he found himself in unexpectedly better spirits.
After breakfast, it was the last technical meeting before the game.
"Hunter... you just do your best." After the meeting, Marcus came over and hugged Hunter.
"Do your best" is a euphemism for hopelessness. After all, his previous three races were too unattractive. Although this time he won the best qualifying of the team's drivers since the start of this Grand Prix, almost everyone felt that he could not keep this in the race. Location.
Leaving the hotel, walking into the elevator, as soon as I entered the door, I didn't expect to meet Winston again.
He still had an indifferent expression, and nodded slightly to Mr. Marcus and Hunter.
When they came to the lobby, Hunter nearly bumped into Maddie, who was disabled.
Maddie sneered unhappily: "It seems that you are still very proud!"
"I'm not proud." Hunter was helpless, "Well, I was wrong in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix last time. I can get you a drink bottle, take it for you, and let you shower me from the beginning. Feet, what do you think?"
Hunter decided to face the absurd self, but Maddie's expression changed immediately.
He felt that Hunter was flying high because of his good results in the ranking competition, and deliberately used the past to stimulate himself.
"Your normal ranking is around fifteen to eighteen, which means that when it comes to the race, there will be at least seven to ten drivers ahead of you. I hope you don't drive like a stutter."
Maddie's expression is full of malice, which is the result of the so-called "mutual harm".
"Okay McGrady! We'll let you play when your ankle recovers! Don't do this to Hunter!" Marcus was a little disgusted.
Hunter didn't plan to have a fight with Maddie. In his opinion, this was quite an uninteresting thing.
"Did you think I didn't see it? You were with Winston at Ferrari in the middle of the night! Was he teaching you how to win today? That didn't work! You thought Winston was serious? It was just a stand The people at the top just have a sense of superiority to your useless wood!"
Hunter said to himself, take a breath, don't get angry, don't get excited!
"You were with Winston last night? When?" Marcus was a little surprised.
At this time, Winston was standing behind Hunter.
This scene made Marcus feel embarrassed.
But Maddie didn't mean to restrain himself, and Winston's audience made him even more excited.
"Do you think that if you tell the other party everything and ask the other party for everything, Winston will let you get dazzling results? Don't be naive! That's the mercy of the superior!"
Don't be angry, Hunter, don't be angry.
Hunter clenched his fists and tried to slow his heart rate, but he found he couldn't.
Control yourself, Hunter.
Don't be offended by him, Hunter.
You haven't been angry for a long time. Don't be provoked by him, don't let him succeed!
But the more you endure, the more difficult it will be.
"Stammer, why don't you talk? Or you know very well that even if you get involved with Winston, you are nothing! You will always only be the base and the bottom!"
The blood seemed to burst from the heart.
"you you… "
Just one more fucking word and I'll shove your head down the toilet!
Hunter's face flushed instantly, and he tried hard to roll his tongue up, but it froze there.
"You..." Hunter opened his mouth, the muscles in his cheeks were sore, and he couldn't speak normally.
You can insult me!
Can insult my parents, they can't hear anyway!
But why are you saying this in front of Winston
Hunter didn't even dare to look back at Winston.
Marcus was frightened by Hunter's expression at the moment, and it was the first time he saw Hunter angry.
Many people around looked at it, and there were many media involved in Formula One, and even teams.
For example, Donald of Sauber just came out and watched this scene with great interest.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Maddie, I'm so pissed at the cassette! I'm furious! I'm furious!
Winston: I'm angry too.
Hunter: You should feel the same if you are a brother!
Winston: I mean, I should be the only one who can make you "cartridge".