Almost everyone passing by couldn't help but look in his direction.
Hunter sighed. Some people are like this, even silence is a natural luminary.
The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Hunter took it out to see that it was a text message from Winston: I'm waiting for you in London now.
Laughing, Hunter suddenly had a bad intention. He didn't reply to Winston's text messages, but stood there and looked at each other, thinking how long it would take him to find out that he was here
When Winston looked up, the girls covered their mouths and left as they watched him.
Hunter thought he would see himself, but he didn't expect the guy to turn around.
Hunter suddenly thought of something, took out his mobile phone, knelt on the ground on one knee, and took a photo of Winston and the Ferris wheel.
Presumably hearing a click, Winston finally turned his head.
"Are you late? Or deliberately filming me?"
Winston walked slowly in front of him, Hunter still squatted on the spot, handed out his cell phone: "If you can't take pictures, you can delete it."
"You keep it."
Winston turned his face and signaled that it was time for them to line up.
At this time, Hunter was suddenly a little embarrassed.
Winston is obviously a man who doesn't talk much. He has to stay in the cabin for thirty minutes. Except for enjoying the scenery, Hunter is not sure if he and the other party have so many topics.
What's more, the tourists who come here are either families or couples, and it's really weird to ride the Ferris wheel with two big men, Winston.
Thinking about it this way, Hunter regretted more and more why he said he wanted to go to the London Eye before, just have a meal and watch some opera!
Wait... It seems strange to eat and watch operas
Fortunately, one cabin can take more than 20 people, and there are tourists with children, chatting and making noise, so it is not so embarrassing.
Winston sat next to Hunter, and Hunter looked out the window at the Thames.
"It's pretty." Hunter nodded.
But in fact, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, if he looks at it like this for more than ten seconds, he will feel sleepy.
"I was told that after the race you drove the car back and cried."
Winston's voice was so close that he had to lean towards Hunter to hear what he was saying because of the excited chatter of the children in the carriage.
"I didn't cry, I just sweated a lot."
What bastard said that!
He must beat him up!
"Actually, the ups and downs in Formula 1 are quite normal."
"Are you comforting me?" Hunter asked reluctantly.
"You don't need my comfort."
"why?"
Didn't you hear me cry
"If you hadn't met me and got this achievement from adversity, you would be very satisfied and proud. You can pursue higher goals now, why should I comfort you?"
Hunter looked at Winston, and at that moment, the feeling of regret after the game suddenly came back again, his eyes were sore again, and he could only quickly turn his face away.
"I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic." Hunter looked out the window at the Thames.
"Isn't it you who made me so narcissistic?"
"...I thought I was getting closer and closer to you, but you defeated the Great White Shark, and I fell from sixth to ninth. It seems to be getting further and further away."
"But I hope that on the track, the harder you chase, the farther away you are from me."
"Why!" Hunter turned around angrily, only to find that Winston had been looking at him.
"Because I want to be chased by you forever." Winston's voice was soft, as if it would shatter at the touch.
Hunter found himself terrified of the man speaking in such a tone, as if he had not yet begun the contest... He had already been defeated.
He took a deep breath and turned his head away.
The Ferris wheel reached its peak unconsciously, and the river water and the sky were intertwined, and the boundaries could not be distinguished.
Everything is small, but the world is infinitely vast.
"Hey, Winston... I've reached the climax with you, should you say something to impress me at such a monumental moment?" Hunter said half-jokingly.
"Then what do you want to hear?"
"Didn't you graduate from Eton College? A little aristocratic?" Hunter showed a big smile.
Winston didn't speak, and Hunter didn't feel sorry.
After all, it is a miracle that this guy can accompany him on the Ferris wheel.
When the Ferris wheel began to descend, the cool voice pushed aside the chatter of the tourists and came to Hunter's ear.
"If I had the brocade of heaven, woven with gold and silver light, blue, gray, and dark, changing night, dawn, and day. I will spread this brocade under your feet."
Winston's voice was close and far away.
Hunter turned around in surprise.
He's reading a poem just because he's joking that he wants to show a bit of aristocracy.
Hunt always thought that if someone really read poetry to him, he would definitely find it hypocritical and funny, but it was Winston.
With such an indifferent expression, he didn't think about pleasing anyone, just because Hunter asked him to do it, he did it.
In his voice, the Thames and the sky seemed to be the brocade that belonged only to Hunter.
"But I have nothing but dreams... spread my dreams at your feet."
Winston leaned slightly in Hunter's direction, and Hunter wanted to avert his gaze, but the sight of those eyes was Winston's domain, no matter how to escape, he was in it.
There was so much in there that he couldn't understand.
Too deep, too broad... and too far.
"Lighten up, Hunter. For my dreams rest at your feet."
Like a desperate sigh.
For the first time, Hunter had this peculiar feeling - he was walking in the country under Vann Winston's eyes, and every step was carefully looked up and supported by the other party, until he walked into the deepest part.
When a child made a sound, he suddenly came back to his senses.
"Hey… what is this? Who wrote it?"
"What does this matter? You don't know who wrote it anyway," Winston said quietly.
"If you don't say it, don't say it." Hunter snorted in dissatisfaction.
Then he realized that the two female college students opposite were covering their mouths and snickering at them.
Hunter gave his phone to the other party: "Hey, can I take a picture with my friend?"
"sure!"
Hunter compared the scissors and bumped Winston with his arm, "You must not look like the London Eye is about to fall."
It means to give a face or a smile.
Just when the other party was about to press the shutter, Hunter felt his shoulders being held. He subconsciously looked at the man next to him, and found that the other person actually laughed.
The shutter sounded, and Hunter reacted.
Winston's hand was down, he leaned slightly towards the opposite side, said "thank you", and took Hunter's phone back.
He glanced at the photo and gave it to Hunter: "You should be satisfied."
Hunter looked down and found that the picture he was photographed turned out to be Winston with one arm around him, looking at the camera with a smile, while he was looking at the side profile of Winston.
He's so fucking affectionate, I don't know how much he loves this guy who is cold most of the time, what time is quiet, but for eternity.
Goosebumps are coming up.
"I'm going to delete the re-photo! Those who didn't know thought I had an affair with you!"
"Take a photo of yourself," said Winston coolly.
Hunter pointed his finger on "Delete" and hesitated for three seconds, then forget it...
Although his expression was so goosebumps, maybe Winston's smile was the only one he had
Can also sell a good price to the media!
"If you're going to try to sell my pictures, I'll tear Little Hunter down."
Lying on the grass! How do you know what's going on in my head
Hunter opened his eyes.
"It seems that you really intend to sell." Winston's eyebrows seemed to have a tendency to provoke.
"How is that possible! I'm just wondering how you can think like that!"
"Because you've done this before."
"Once? Don't you mean the previous life?"
"Um."
"Well, I must have been stupid in my last life."
When the Ferris wheel made a full turn, they returned to the ground, and the two came out with the other tourists.
Hunter asked with a smile, "Are we still going to the Tower of London?"
"It's all gone, where do you want to go next year's Grand Prix?"
This sentence inexplicably made Hunter feel better.
It means Winston thinks Hunter is still in Formula 1 next year and that he will accompany him where he wants to go.
The two walked on the streets of London like this, occasionally seeing some sights.
Lunch was Winston's restaurant of choice.
Hunter thought that this guy was so tall, and the restaurant he went to must be taller, but he didn't expect that he just took him to a small restaurant on the corner.
From the window position is just a row of old shops, and the spires of the Gothic churches surge into the sky.
Hunter looked out the window while propping his chin: "Is this place chosen because of the scenery?"
"Because the steak here is the best I've ever had," Winston replied.
"Huh? I thought you liked those Michelin star restaurants better?"
Delicious is delicious, but there are too many rules and a little sense of freedom.
"Also, I like to see you sitting in a bright spot."
In this way, other men would be a bit hypocritical and funny when they said it, but it was like reciting a poem casually, and Winston said it as a matter of course.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: By the way, if I did sell your photo, would you really tear Hunter down
Winston: You did that in your last life, isn't it still hanging there
Hunter: Scared me to death...
Winston: And I quite like playing it.
Hunter: …