"Hey! Winston!" Hunter squinted and smiled and waved, "I wanted to show you off just now. From the window of my room, I can see a very beautiful lake view!"
"Winston, I didn't expect to see you here. I hope you can defend the championship." Audrey reached out to Winston.
But Winston just nodded solemnly and whispered "thank you".
Audrey was not angry, she had long been used to Winston's estranged attitude.
But Winston walked up to Hunter and said in a low voice, "Where do you live?"
Hunter pointed to the direction of the hotel: "I can't remember the name. It's a very historic hotel. You can still hear squeaks when you walk in the room. But it's very close to the game."
"Well. We're not staying in the same hotel this time."
Audrey, who was standing aside, was a little surprised. It was the first time she saw who Winston was chatting with, and it wasn't about the game.
"Does your head still hurt when you were drunk last time?" Winston turned his face to the side, his eyebrows drooping, and his indifferent temperament actually softened at this moment.
"You still mentioned being drunk?" Because Audrey was nearby, Hunter approached Winston a little embarrassedly, and whispered, "Didn't you say you would watch me? Look at me here! "
Hunter picked up his neckline and showed it to the other party. Although it was not as deep as before, as long as he was careful, he could still see the shallow marks.
"I've been watching you," Winston replied.
"Liar." Hunter gave Winston a middle finger, "I clearly called you, but you ignored me at all!"
"I ignored you. Who sent you back to the hotel. Don't you feel good about it?"
Winston's rhetorical question left Hunter speechless.
"Aren't you cool?" As if he wouldn't stop until he heard Hunter's answer, Winston turned his face sideways, almost touching Hunter's cheek.
His voice was soft, like a hand, stroking over and over again where Hunter couldn't control it.
That fiery and wild kiss made the sense of danger of being possessed that I couldn't breathe hit like an addiction. His face flushed.
"Yes... yes... it's just confusing, it's a pity..." Hunter sighed.
"Then enjoy it when you're awake next time." Winston's voice was still cool. It's as if they were discussing whether or not to have basil in the pasta tonight.
Also, how does Winston sound like he was the one who kissed him that night and set him free several times...
Hunt raised his hand to cover his eyes. I don't even dare to think about such a thing... If his little Hunter dared to get close to Winston's lips, Winston would definitely be more agile than crossing the finish line.
It hurts to think about it!
Although they were chatting in a low voice, Audrey on the side couldn't be sure what they were discussing, but when Winston stuck to Hunter, the scene was so close to the ears, she never dreamed that one day Winston would be so close to someone personal.
"You guys seem familiar?" Audrey said with a smile.
Could it be that the racer Hunter mentioned just now was Winston? This is incredible.
"Yeah." Winston replied softly.
"You are very special today. Also, I forgot to wish you a happy birthday." Although Audrey was curious about the relationship between Hunter and Winston, she could also feel that she couldn't fit in between them.
"Today is your birthday?" Hunter looked at Winston.
But Winston just nodded and said "thank you" to Audrey.
"Then I'll leave first. There's not enough light, and the pictures don't look good. See you after the game, Hunter."
Audrey blinked and turned to leave.
At this time, Hunter became excited: "Audrey said just now that she wanted to conduct a one-on-one interview with me after the game!"
"You like her?" Winston asked.
"Is there any man who doesn't like such a woman?"
As soon as Hunter finished speaking, Winston turned around and walked away with his long legs.
"Hey! What's the matter with you? Could it be that you like her too? Then you weren't cold or hot just now?"
Hunter caught up, walking side by side with Winston.
But Winston didn't even give him a glance.
"Hey... The big deal is that I will stay away from her in the future! No matter how much I like her, you must be more important!"
"Liar liar." Winston's voice was cool, but Hunter could sense that the guy wasn't angry anymore.
"Where did I lie?"
"You say stay away from her now..." Winston suddenly turned his face to the side, hooked his fingers on Hunter's chin, and pointed in his direction. Hunter stumbled a small step unexpectedly, "Wait until She expresses a little bit of affection for you, and you can't wait to give yourself to each other."
"Hey—don't make me think so unsteady!"
Hunter wanted to turn his face sideways and avoid Winston's fingers. Obviously, Winston saw it all when Audrey jokingly hooked his chin just now.
Just don't look at Winston's slender fingers, but they are very strong, and Hunter's chin hurts a little from his pinching.
"Who can cum just by kissing?"
Hunter's eyes widened.
The other party's kiss that night was too strong, and I couldn't hold it back...
"You... you guy won't be watching, right?"
Wasn't Winston standing outside the curtain
Or did Lilith tell him
Winston didn't answer him, just let Hunter's jaw go and walked on.
Hunter sadly discovered that he had one more dark history known by Winston.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Go to your room."
"Go to my room?"
"Didn't you say that the scenery from your windowsill is good?"
"It's getting dark, what scenery can you see!"
But thinking about it again, today is the other party's birthday, and Hunter regrets it again.
Winston had given him a lot, but he had nothing to give each other.
"Let's go see if we can get a cake?" Hunter said.
"I don't need a special birthday."
"I want to eat cream, okay? My nineteenth birthday happened to be a competition, and the results were not good. No one remembers my birthday."
"Then buy one."
They went to the dim sum shop on the roadside. This is not a bustling city, and the cakes are very simple.
Back in the room, Hunter put the cake on the table, pointed to the furnishings in the room and said, "Is it very antique? Even the wardrobe will creak when it is opened!"
"Well." Winston came to the window, and in the darkness of the night, the moon reflected on the lake in the distance could still be seen.
"How is your room?"
Hunter asked while opening the cake box.
"Probably redecorated to meet the passenger flow during the Grand Prix. I don't like the smell."
"Oh... If I knew it would be better to book here?" Hunter poked Winston's back with his finger, "Hey, do you want to blow out the candles and make a wish?"
"No need. My wish will come true no matter what."
Others call it "conceit." When this guy said it, he had a natural taste.
"But I got you some..."
Although a little childish, Hunter still wanted a birthday vibe.
"OK then."
Winston walked from the window to the table and sat down.
Hunter was not honest at all. He swayed all the way, and the cake had already become crooked.
Suddenly a little worried, Winston looks like a perfectionist, and this cake really doesn't fit his aesthetic.
But he closed his eyes, and there seemed to be some kind of pious wish between An Ning's eyebrows.
Hunter suddenly felt that such Winston was very beautiful. It seems that all the previous media comments about this man being "cold and inhumane" are all nonsense.
When Winston's eyes opened, Hunter quickly looked away.
"Hey, what did you wish for?"
"Don't you know that it doesn't work if you say it?"
"Cut... you're serious!"
Hunter couldn't wait to start scooping out the cake with a plastic fork, not waiting for Winston to cut it.
Anyway, this guy doesn't dislike his saliva.
"However, only you can fulfill my wish for me."
Hunter paused, suddenly remembering what Winston had said: I'll be waiting for you at the next corner.
There was a warmth in my heart.
"Okay, I will make your wish come true."
Winston gave a soft "um", raised his fork, and scooped the cake down.
"If only there were two more beers!"
"Beverages with bubbles are prohibited before the game."
"It's not even before the match! The practice match is still two days away!"
"Don't drink alcohol when the Grand Prix is approaching."
Hunter is helpless... Who the hell watched him get drunk the other day
"Then do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Hunter asked with his fork in his mouth, but accidentally bit the plastic fork into pieces.
With a grumpy expression on his face, he turned over the box and found that there were no extra forks in it... Heartbroken.
"There is a technical meeting at ten o'clock."
Winston scooped a piece of cake with a fork and brought it to Hunter's lips.
"Me too, how are you going to get back to your hotel in a while?"
As soon as Hunter finished speaking, the cake was stuffed into his mouth.
"Well… "
"I can take a walk back."
"Yeah. But a handsome guy like you must be careful. There are many crazy car fans nearby. When you are walking on a tree-lined path shrouded in darkness, you are suddenly attacked by them, calling Tiantian not to..."
Hunter was talking vigorously, but suddenly the other party slapped the cake in his mouth.
"Well… "
This cake was originally bought for you, okay
"you eat."
"You don't want it? There's half left," Hunter said, holding Winston's plastic fork.
The other party opened his mouth halfway and looked at Hunter without speaking.
Hunter rolled his eyes inwardly, this guy is here again... It's like smoking a cigarette, and eating a cake.
Look at me disgusting you!
Hunter smirked and deliberately licked the fork in front of him, then scooped down the cake and stretched it out.
You have the ability to eat!
It's not disgusting, you can eat it!
The next second, Hunter's wrist was clasped, and the force pulled him forward, and Winston actually grabbed the cake and ate it without hesitation.
He raised his eyebrows, as if to say: What else can you do
Hunter admitted he was disappointed.
He originally thought that he could see Winston's unhappy expression, or that he always thought that many things Winston could not bear, but he found that the other party's bottom line far exceeded his imagination.
"You seem disappointed?"
"How could it be!" Hunter laughed dryly, "I feel honored!"
"Honored for what?"
"I'm honored that you don't mind eating my saliva!" Hunter deliberately showed a mean expression.
"You are the only one."
"Really? Feeling so special? Hasn't anyone been nice to you before wearing a pair of pants, drinking a beer, watching a movie and hi each other?"
"The first two have been there, and the last one has never been."
Winston's eyes fell, and Hunter's heart ached inexplicably.
"If you used to say that you didn't play while watching a movie, I would believe it. But you play so well, I don't think you didn't enjoy yourself while watching a movie."
"I can think of you." Winston raised his chin.
Hunter showed a helpless expression: "You give up yourself like this, be careful I also give up treatment."
"I look forward to it."
"Then I'm curious, who on earth is as good as you are wearing a pair of pants and drinking a bottle of beer?"
"He left me," replied Winston.
"Leave you? Can't stand you taking embarrassing jokes and making fun of people like you take it for granted?" Hunter asked half-jokingly.
"While I was lying on the bedside reading a book one day, his team manager called me to tell me that he was driving with an engineer on the team and hit a telephone pole."
Not everyone could see his emotions in Winston's eyes.
But now Hunter knew that the guy who drove the car into the telephone pole was different from all the awkward jokes Winston had told before.
"I'm not that curious... Today is your birthday, we can talk about something fun."
"He used to make me happy." Winston looked at Hunter, his voice always flat, "but I never realized until I never saw him. I thought we had a happier time. , but not anymore.”
Hunter opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
And Winston also changed his position, propped his chin, and looked at Hunter.
In such a sight, Hunter felt as if he had entered another world.
"Hunter, I want to tell you."
"Okay, I will listen to you."
"The first time I saw him, it was also at a charity dinner. Everyone was talking, and suddenly the fire alarm went off and the guests swarmed towards the exit. I didn't even see the smoke, the air was full of smoke. Nothing but the smell of alcohol."
"Did someone set the fire alarm by mistake?"
"Well. I was calm, thinking that when people realized it was a false alarm, everyone would calm down. But suddenly someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into the crowd. That person kept pushing hard. Pulling me, I've never been pulled like this before, it's a special feeling."
"Did he pull the wrong person?" Hunter asked curiously.
"Yes. He turned his head and looked surprised when he saw me in the gap between the people's heads, while his dinner party girl pointed his middle finger at him not far away, swearing swearing."
Winston's eyes softened, and even the corners of his lips sank slightly.
"This dude is miserable. His girlfriend must think he left her and ran away."
"Um..." Winston closed his eyes and smiled more clearly, "but he still didn't let go of my hand even though he knew he was pulling the wrong person. Later I asked him why."
"Let's guess..." Hunter tilted his head, simulating the scene in his mind, and then smiled, "Did he say that he pulled the wrong person anyway, and he was unwilling to avoid being misunderstood by his girlfriend, so why don't he pull you? It won't be so bad after a while."
"Yes, that's what he answered."
"what?"
Was he really guessing right
"Later, we often smoked together before the race, discussed the performance of the field and the skills of other drivers after the race. We played tennis, climbed mountains, and went to see the aurora... Until one day he asked me if I wanted to come out together. Barbecue, I said I wanted to go to bed early, and he said on the phone that I was living like an old man."
"You're just pretending to be an old man."
Hunter smiled pointedly. Whether it was a warehouse bar in Montreal or a "Lillis Night" in London, Winston wasn't as cold and aloof as he appeared to be.
"At nine o'clock I was leaning against the head of the bed, looking at a book, and I got that call... The other person told me that he was driving his car and hit a telephone pole, and it went down and flattened his old jeep... I I feel that what is said on the other end of the phone should be someone else's business, it should have nothing to do with him, and it should not be true. I think I should read my book, then turn off the lights and go to bed, and I can still hear that guy the next day. Sound, all of this is a dream."
"Winston..."
"I was speeding that day and my convoy told me that several traffic cops on motorcycles were chasing me...but I still didn't catch him. I saw many people I knew crying in the hospital corridors. Doctor Cleaned all the blood from his face, and he was covered with a white cloth. I said to myself, maybe that wasn't him... Maybe he's still in the operating room, injured but maybe a few times The doctor will come out and tell us that he is out of danger. But even if it is covered with a white cloth, I know just the line that it is him."
Hunter's eyes blurred.
Everything around seemed to be immersed in icy water, spreading everywhere, with no escape.
"Someone said to me, don't pull the cloth, don't look... But how could I not look? I opened it little by little, I saw the soft hair I was familiar with, saw his childish forehead, saw the huge The wound that killed him, I couldn't help but wonder, is he in pain? Did he think of me when he was in pain?"
Winston's voice was still the same, but Hunter could see his shoulders shaking.
"Okay, Winston... I see..."
Hunter stretched out his hand, resting the palm of his hand on his cheek.
"I called his name, over and over again, but he never opened his eyes to look at me. I hugged him tightly, just like every time he got a good place, he flew over and hugged me, full of anticipation... But no Response. I think as long as I cry out and look sad, this bastard will immediately sit up suddenly, laugh at me, smugly say how good his makeup is, how hard it is for him to hold still! I Hold his hand tightly, imagining that his fingers will suddenly tremble, as if he was pulling me for the first time, hold me tight... Hold me tightly, and tell me that if he doesn't hold me longer, he will lose... "
Hunter stood up, came to Winston's side, and hugged him tightly.
"After that, every minute and every second of my life was in doubt. Doubting that I was still in a dream, wondering why that bastard didn't make a phone call to wake me up."
We are born alone and get used to being alone.
If once warmed, then the loneliness after that will crush us hundreds of times.
"…I sat on the bedside countless times and thought, when was the last time I saw him? What did he say to me? What did we do together? But I can't remember. Hunter... There will really be a person who never said goodbye, but will meet for the last time."
Winston rested his face against Hunter's chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"Well... like my father, like that friend of yours." Hunter was moved, and he was in pain with Winston.
"Don't do the same to me again, Hunter."
"it is good."
"No matter what I do, no matter how angry you are with me... don't leave me..."
"it is good."
Hunter held Winston tighter, not knowing how to comfort him.
Winston's arms wrapped around Hunter's waist, and he pressed harder against Hunter's chest than before.
"Never forget what you promised me."
"certainly."
At this moment, Hunter clearly felt that Winston was relying on him.
He is obviously as powerful as him, yet he relies on himself like a child.
"It's late, I should go back." Winston patted Hunter on the back.
"Let's sleep together! What if you're actually swept away by crazy fans on the way? You can run back to your hotel tomorrow morning."
Hunter lowered his head and said with a smirk.
"Okay." Winston's answer was so natural that Hunter wondered if he had planned to spend the night here.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: My birthday wish was easy!
Winston: What wish
Hunter: Bunny Party!
Winston: Okay, I'll give you one for your twentieth birthday.
Hunter: Really
Winston: To see but not to touch.
Hunter: You give me a punch and make me faint... Damn.