"I..." At that moment, he found himself speechless.
Why is Winston here
At this time, he was wearing a white sweater and jeans, and his whole person was obviously casual but showed a feeling that people wanted to get close but couldn't get close.
The woman looked at Winston for five seconds before she could react. This man is enough to drive all the women insane.
"Are you friends?" The woman got up with a smile, "Would you like to have a drink together?"
Hunter sighed inwardly... He knew too well the cruelty that once Winston came on, everyone else became a foil.
"Do you want to have sex with this woman?" Winston lowered his eyes and looked at Hunter.
Hello! Don't speak so directly!
Such a clear fact, what is there to ask!
Hunter was still speechless.
He can understand that in the face of Tracy McGrady's provocation, his emotions are out of control, so it is difficult to speak, but now
I just wanted to kiss, what was there to be nervous about when I met Winston
"But she's more interested in me," Winston said. "Are you sure you still want this woman?"
Hunter was stunned, he did not expect Winston to be so straightforward.
The woman's face could not be hung, and she couldn't help sneering at Winston: "You do look good, but who knows if you can do that?"
"How does that count? Perpetual motion?"
Winston's voice was icy.
This kind of coldness made his irony like a ruthless blade, poking in hard, but pulling it out without any hesitation.
The woman said nothing, turned around and left quickly.
"Hey... you're a famous English gentleman... it's not like you did that just now..."
"People always equate being a gentleman with restraint in expressing likes and dislikes. If that's the case, I'm already a gentleman with you." Winston reached out to Hunter, whose fingertips had just touched the other's warm palm , was pulled up.
"What's the meaning?"
"I've been very restrained towards you."
"Okay... It's like you want to beat me all the time." Hunter spread his hands.
Winston suddenly lowered his waist and leaned towards Hunter. Seeing that his lips seemed to collide, Hunter gasped and leaned back, but Winston stopped at least five centimeters away from him.
"You came to the bar obviously, but you didn't drink."
"Ah… um… well, I can drink in Canada, but… I took a sip."
In fact, he didn't take a sip, but Winston knew that he had come to the bar but didn't drink, which made Hunter feel ashamed.
"People are always interested in things they can't do. What do you think of wine?"
"That's it." Hunter shrugged.
Many classmates secretly drank alcohol in middle school, but Hunter had some regular training because he wanted to participate in kart racing, and his father was very strict, so he never touched alcohol. Later, after his father began to drink heavily, Hunter had an unreasonable aversion to alcohol, and he never touched it.
"...I hate alcohol." Hunter smiled to himself.
"I know. Your focus today is not on drinking, but on women."
Hunter raised his hand in surrender.
"I wonder if you were sent by Marcus to catch me on purpose!"
"Are you celebrating your first point?"
"Well. That's it... " Hunter lowered his head, feeling that nothing mattered now.
"Come on, I'll treat you to a drink."
"Huh?" Hunter felt he had heard it wrong.
"It's not for you here. If you like women, there's better."
and many more? Will Winston treat himself to a drink? Ah... No, please pick up girls by yourself!
Suddenly I wondered what the bar that Winston would go to was like!
Hunter caught up with Winston in three or two steps.
"Are there many beautiful women in the place you chose?"
"I suggest you still don't focus on women."
"why?"
"You are too young."
"It's like you're a dozen or twenty years older than me!"
"Your self-control is not good."
"What? Don't say half of what you say, I may not be able to figure out the other half!"
"You'll be hollowed out."
"Then if you don't even have a girl, what are you taking me to do!"
"I didn't say that you can't look at beautiful women, I only said that you need to be restrained in adolescence, otherwise you will easily hurt the bottom."
"Adolescence? I'm nineteen and still puberty?"
"Adolescence in the WTO is ten to twenty years old."
"What? You've moved out of the WTO! Also, what do you mean when you say it will hurt the bottom...?" Hunter didn't catch up with him.
"It hurts the first time," Winston replied.
"That... that is also painful and happy!"
"You are so lacking in self-control, and it will inevitably rot again and again. If you can't fix it, it will rot."
Hunter froze there, digging out his ears.
If he hadn't heard Winston say something like "Drag your bird down and put it in your mouth", he wouldn't have believed the words "If it doesn't work, it will rot" is what Winston said of.
"Right! I have a question for you!" Hunter suddenly grabbed Winston's arm.
But suddenly he remembered that he had heard before that Winston didn't like people touching him, so he took his hand back.
"what is the problem?"
"In the hotel that day... The words you said to Maddie for me... were exactly what I wanted to scold in my head... Is this a coincidence?"
"You're not good at swearing. Those three sentences are the most effective in this life."
"How do you know? You haven't listened to me!" Hunter thought Winston was amazing!
Winston didn't answer him, he just said lightly: "Are you going to go?"
"Go! Of course go!"
Hunter was full of anticipation when he thought that this was the bar Winston took him to.
Winston is obviously different from the meaty faction like Donald, and his life should be more textured.
"Are you going to take me to a cocktail dinner in a tuxedo?"
"no."
Winston came to a Ferrari, this time a solid black sports car, with smooth and slightly arrogant lines, like the emperor who ruled the night.
"Wow... a new car!"
It's great to be a Ferrari driver!
"Are you going in by yourself, or will I carry you in?"
Winston turned his face sideways. This guy just can't listen to nonsense, and can't watch others waste a second of time.
After Hunter sat in, he secretly thought about when he could borrow this sports car to drive
"Like it?" Winston drove smoothly.
"Of course I like it!"
"Niu and Che, which do you like?"
"... Look at what kind of car and what kind of girl." Hunter deliberately showed a bad boy smile.
"The woman just now, and the car now."
"I don't know." Hunter raised his head, "If it's a woman who sincerely waits for me to go home... A woman who will wait for me whether I succeed or fail... Maybe I can't change it in my life."
"Hunter."
"Um?"
The night wind brushed against his cheeks and picked up his hair, and he suddenly felt that life was so comfortable and good.
"You are so innocent."
"What the hell is pure love!" Hunter rolled his eyes.
Friend, you know that speaking of my innocence in a voice like yours is like a mockery from God.
"I will wait for you at the end, whether you succeed or fail. Will you be willing to trade your life for me?" Winston's voice and expression were so indifferent.
Seems to be gossiping.
Hunter turned his face to the side, looked at his handsome face that was flickering under the street lights, and laughed.
"Okay, I'll trade your life for you. But you have to be good at making Mexican cheese burritos. You must take the initiative to make me happy when you roll the sheets. After the age of thirty-five, you can't lose shape, and you have to give me a baby. Hunter."
"There are no problems with the first three. The last one, I will find a way." Winston turned the wheel and drove into a small alley.
The answer made Hunter smile even more.
"Hey, Vann Winston... You are truly a gift from God."
"Um?"
"You're so high up, yet willing to be my friend, to make me happy with words that others don't believe, even though... it's a cold joke."
"I never tell bad jokes."
The car stopped at a warehouse bar.
Winston put his hands on the back of Hunter's chair and looked at him: "As long as you... never drive your car into some damn telephone pole and finish yourself off, I can coax you forever."
Hunter's heart seemed to be dragged into each other's eyes at that moment.
It was a crazy obsession, but it flashed by.
Like a dangerous omen.
Even if destroyed, Hunter found he didn't want to wake up at all.
Because Winston was the first person in his life to say "forever" to him.
"Get out of the car." Winston opened the door and stepped out with long legs.
Hunter woke up.
This warehouse bar is not conspicuous at all from the outside, and even has a bit of a shabby taste.
But when they walked in, Hunter knew what it was like to be in a hole.
The dim lighting is mysterious, but not sluggish.
The bartender at the bar is mixing drinks. His movements are not fancy, but both the curvature of the wrist and the movement of the glass are free and easy.
There are not many customers in the bar, but from the luxury cars parked outside the warehouse, it seems that the customers here are not ordinary people.
Some two or three sat together chatting, some snuggled together and whispered, and some hugged each other, rocking slowly to the rhythm of the blues.
Winston was only in the spotlight as soon as he walked in.
The atmosphere here is quieter than the previous bar, and there is a hint of ambiguity in this quietness. Even the smell of alcohol in the air is exceptionally different, as if a suppressed desire poured out from the gap.
The bartender smiled at Winston: "It's rare, you brought a friend here."
Winston just tapped the table with his hand: "Have a DARK NIGHT."
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: I can promise to make you a burrito. I must take the initiative to make you happy when you roll the sheets. After the age of thirty-five, you will never lose shape. With the advancement of technology, you want a little hunter. Yes, but you are hereafter.
Hunter: ...but I don't want you!
Winston: Me and the perpetual motion machine, you choose one.
Hunter: You are different from perpetual motion machines!