"You know. Wouldn't it be exciting to invite him to dinner and then knock him down on the Japanese floor with a thud?"
"Haha... It's very touching." Hunter touched the tip of his nose, "The person you want to knock down is behind you."
"Huh?" As soon as Audrey turned around, she saw Winston standing there with a luggage bag in one hand.
"Hey! Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Audrey pretended to be angry and slapped Hunter on the shoulder.
"Hahaha! Of course it's to let your male god know your intentions!" Hunter showed a bad expression.
Deep down, I couldn't help but feel envious of Winston again.
Then... there was an inexplicable soreness.
"Miss Wilson." Winston lowered his chin and looked polite again.
Hunter gently bumped into Winston's shoulder, and whispered, "If you have the ability, you can be a hooligan!"
"Are you sure?" Winston asked in a low voice, expressionless.
"It's still not needed." Hunter had a hunch that the unlucky one would definitely be himself.
"You... are on vacation together?"
"Well, yes. Let's go to the Noboribetsu hot spring!" Hunter replied with a smile.
"No wonder your skin looks good. I've come to a conclusion now."
"What experience?"
"If I want to interview Winston without an appointment in the future, I need to ask not the right person from Ferrari, but you."
"Hahaha! Yes, then when you interview me, you must write nice words! Otherwise, I won't give you inside information!" Hunter blinked.
They queued up to board the plane, and after entering the cabin, Hunter found that Audrey's position was in the same row as them, but there was an aisle between Hunter.
Hunter put the luggage for Audrey in a gentlemanly manner.
"What was it like to travel with Winston? We journalists most hoped and dreaded interviewing Winston."
"Why?" Hunter asked curiously.
"Because he always puts all the reporters on the sidelines after a good performance."
"Hahaha!" Hunter laughed and glanced at Winston beside him.
This guy is still the same as when he came, looking at the newspaper, the expression on his face is like a static sculpture, completely unable to connect with the guy running the train in the hot spring hotel with his lips hooked.
"We're really looking forward to a few more words from him."
Audrey looked in Winston's direction.
Winston obviously knew how Audrey felt about him, but he had no intention of talking to him at all, and only answered politely occasionally.
Hunter leaned towards Audrey and whispered, "If this guy really chats with you, he will always have a way to make fun of you and embarrass you. Forget it."
"Trick and embarrassment?" Audrey glanced at Winston, "Impossible?"
Hunter shrugged.
At this time, a flight attendant came over with a drink cart.
Hunter felt someone tugging at his collar, pulling the upper part of his body back out of the seat.
At this time, the beverage cart was pushed past.
"By the way, I originally contacted your team and wanted to interview you, but Mr. Marcus said that you were on vacation. It turned out to be with Winston. I wonder if we can interview you when we arrive in Tokyo. Interview?"
Hunter just wanted to answer, but Winston, who had been silent, said: "We will fly directly to Abu Dhabi when we arrive in Tokyo."
"Yeah, what a pity." Hunter scratched his head.
For some reason, Hunter felt that Winston's feelings for him had changed since he met Audrey.
Of course, Winston at the moment is closer to the impression others have of him.
"Then when I arrive in Abu Dhabi, can I give priority to interviewing you?" Audrey's eyes were very sincere.
"Oh, good. If the team doesn't have anything special, it should be fine."
"Then it's settled."
"OK."
Many passengers on the plane were resting, and it was not easy for Hunter to continue talking with Audrey, so he also began to close his eyes.
I don't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the newspaper next to Winston had never been turned over
Audrey took the mineral water from the flight attendant and tried to twist it.
"Hey, this bottle of water is very tight."
"I'll help you." Hunter took the water and opened it with a twist.
Then, Winston, who was next to him, finally turned the pages of the newspaper, and the sound of the pages shaking sounded.
Hunter moved his head curiously to see what Winston was looking at.
"Entertainment version? Did you watch this?"
Which singer is holding a concert again, which star is divorced again, which movie may hit the Oscars, these things Winston should not pay attention to.
Winston did not answer Hunter, but put away the newspaper and put it in the bag in front.
Hunter scratched his head in confusion, as if Winston was in a bad mood
Winston folded his arms and closed his eyes.
Hunter felt strange in his heart. He deliberately took out the newspaper again and carefully checked the contents.
The first page is that the U.S. economy is developing, the second page is that people all over the world seem to be living poorly, the third page is the professional economic page Hunter can’t understand at all, and the fourth page is the entertainment page… completely No stars of interest.
What was Winston unhappy about
Suddenly, Hunter narcissistically imagined that Winston felt left out because he had been chatting with Audrey since she appeared
The more I think about it, the more I feel like it.
Although Hunter felt that only Winston left others out, and no one could be left out to Winston, such an imagination gave Hunter an inexplicable sense of superiority.
He spread out the small table in front of him, tore open the newspaper, folded it in half, and rubbed it again. Even Audrey, who was beside him, couldn't help but wonder what Hunter was doing.
A few minutes later, Hunter poked Winston with his hand.
"Don't make trouble." Winston turned his face away and leaned against the window.
Hunter poked him again.
Winston slowly opened his eyes and saw Hunter stretch out a rose folded out of paper in front of Winston.
"Flower flower for you, don't stop talking to me."
Winston seemed stunned, then turned his face away.
Hunter stretched his head over, as if to confirm the other party's expression.
"Did you laugh?"
Winston still did not answer.
But Audrey on the other side was stunned. She had really never seen anyone get along with Winston in such a natural way.
Winston pushed Hunter's head away with his hands.
"Don't make trouble."
It was the same thing, but even Audrey seemed to be able to hear a faint smile in the other's voice.
"Then talk to me." Hunter pinned the flower in the bag in front of Winston and forced the newspaper rose out.
"What do you want to say?" Winston finally looked at Hunter. Although he still had no expression, Hunter was sure that the other party's mood had recovered.
"… plane meals are bad," Hunter said.
"You can write complaints." Winston continued to close his eyes.
"You said can I take out the parachute and take a look."
"Do you want to be kicked off the plane?"
"No. But I didn't even jump over the umbrella."
"After the Abu Dhabi station, go to Dubai to dance." Winston's voice was indifferent.
"I can't jump. If I pull the parachute late, will I fall to my death? Or do I pass out in mid-air?" Hunter leaned his head against the seat in front, as if bored, so he said something casually Just to make the people next to you speak.
"I'll dance with you."
"How can you do anything?"
"Shut up and sleep, and I won't."
"… "
Well, go to sleep.
Hunter leaned back in the chair, he looked sideways in Audrey's direction, and smiled slightly in the opposite direction.
Hunter felt cured by Winston's frozen heart, closed his eyes, and fell asleep after a while.
He tilted his head and turned to Audrey's side.
With a slight bump in the plane, he fell to one side.
Winston, who had been closing his eyes, reached out and grabbed Hunter's head and put him on his shoulder.
The familiar breath poured into Hunter's nose, and he subconsciously rubbed in Winston's direction.
Winston's fingers touched his forehead lightly, Hunter stopped and continued to sleep peacefully, while Winston also turned his face to the window and continued to sleep.
Audrey who looked at them was surprised.
She knew that Winston had always treated Hunter differently, and even among so many drivers, Hunter was the only one who asked Winston to talk about things that had nothing to do with racing, but Winston like this was completely beyond Audrey Li's imagination.
Hunter slept until the landing announcement sounded.
After the plane landed, passengers left the cabin one after another.
Hunter took down the luggage for Audrey, and Audrey smiled: "Hunter is really a gentleman."
"Haha, if I'm not a gentleman to you, I'll be killed by Marcus."
"Call me when you arrive in Abu Dhabi."
"certainly."
Just as Hunter was about to follow Audrey out, the back collar was pulled again.
When he turned around, he saw that Winston was carrying his duffel bag in one hand and the rose folded from the newspaper in the other.
"what's wrong?"
"Take it." Winston handed the flower to Hunter.
"what… "
"Get it in Abu Dhabi. If it falls, I won't talk to you again."
"Are you serious?"
"What do you think?"
"… "
Only then did Hunter know that Winston was not easy to coax.
When they were walking in the transit passage, Hunter passed a trash can, and he was about to throw the rose into it, Winston turned around and looked at him coolly like there were eyes on his back: " What do you want to do?"
"... I... I move my hands... Hahaha!"
Hunter twisted his shoulders and smiled dryly.
"If you throw away that rose, I'll buy you a thousand copies of the newspaper and let you fold it slowly on the plane."
"Impossible!" Hunter shouted without thinking.
"Impossible? Don't you know I'm a super VIP of this airline?"
Meaning, it would be easy for him to ask the airline to prepare a thousand newspapers for Hunter.
Hunter suddenly felt that the airline was so pitiful that he had to meet any perverted request.
He took the rose back angrily and followed behind Winston with his head down.
"Can't I fold another one for you when I get off the plane?" Hunter sighed.
"For example, if one day Mr. Marcus suddenly wanted to propose to a woman, he was not ready, rushed across the road in front of the woman, and temporarily bought a diamond ring for the woman. Later she Lost the diamond ring, and Marcus ordered an identical one for her. Which one do you think is more important to her?"
"...Marcus has been divorced many times..." Hunter couldn't catch the point in Wensdu's words at all.
"I ask you, which one do you think is more important to that woman?"
Winston approached Hunter, looked him in the eye and asked.
"...the first one."
"why?"
"...because the first one is the real engagement ring, and the one at the back...is like a substitute?" Hunter's brows knit together.
Why ask him such a question!
"Because the first ring was an unconsidered, completely intentional embodiment. And the second ring was not just a replacement, but ... it was thoughtful and deliberate," Winston said.
"Okay...Okay... Then what does this newspaper flower have to do with the engagement ring?" Hunter shook the newspaper rose in his hand, it had dropped its head and was shaky.
"For me, it's the first engagement ring, an impulse, an unthinking instinct. Everything else is perfunctory." Winston turned away.
Hunter stood there foolishly, looked down at the paper flower in his hand, and followed behind the other person speechlessly.
"The problem is that it's just a flower folded from a newspaper... It has nothing to do with a half-cent engagement ring! Or... When the race in Abu Dhabi is over, I'll go to Dubai and order a super-large diamond ring for you, please! "
"Are you going to propose to me?" Winston asked, turning around.
"...you can use it to propose to someone."
Hunter prayed to God in his heart, anyone can, hurry up and conquer this man!
But within half a second, Hunter regretted it again.
If someone really subdues Vann Winston... Does it mean that no one travels with him like him
Then... let Winston stand alone with his eyes above his head before he finds his sweetheart!
"Then you should still carry that flower."
Winston turned away, his legs were already long, let alone when he deliberately accelerated his pace, Hunter followed hard.
"Hey—Winston!"
Hunter felt very cheap at this time, what did he do to fold paper roses when he was on the plane!
At this time, someone bumped Hunter. Because he kept looking at Winston, he couldn't dodge, and the paper rose in his hand was completely flattened.
Hunter was stupid there. He just wanted someone to give him a newspaper now, and he folded out a new one before Winston turned around
He looked around, and when he wanted a newspaper, he couldn't find it!
Fate is so cruel!
But Winston turned around at this time, and Hunter wondered why he had not been struck to death by lightning earlier
"Yes... I'm sorry..." As soon as Hunter raised his hand, the rose fell.
A passenger was dragging a suitcase, and the wheel ran over it.
Hunter stood there stupidly, wondering if he should go and pick it up.
At this time Winston walked back slowly, lowered his body, and picked it up.
It has completely lost the shape of a flower and is scattered.
"You know...you gave me almost nothing?"
When Winston said this, Hunter's heart seemed to be submerged in the sea.
"This is the first time you've bothered to give me something."
Winston lowered his eyes.
Hunter wanted to say: then if you think it is important, you can keep it yourself, why should I keep it up!
But the words were not spoken.
"I think you've been holding it as if the process of giving it to me was stretched."
Winston turned around, stuffed the crushed paper flower into his pocket, and walked forward.
Hunter's heart seemed to be hit by something, and he quickly chased after him subconsciously.
Winston was silent the whole time, and Hunter couldn't see any emotion even in his expression.
This feeling reminded Hunter of the look on his face when he was on TV or passing him occasionally before he first met Winston in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix... as if they never met.
They got on the flight to Abu Dhabi. It was very close, but Hunter suddenly felt very far away.
From putting the luggage, to putting on the seatbelt, to the plane taking off, Hunter knew that Winston was really mad at him. Well, they won't mention "broken friendship" again when they made an appointment. Maybe Winston will treat this matter as non-existence soon, and even Hunter has a vague understanding of the logic of Winston's anger. But he didn't want Winston to pretend not to be angry anymore.
He has always been childish and headstrong, so if Winston is capricious once in a while, can he… tolerate or even "coax" him
Then Hunter was depressed... What could he use to coax Winston! When it comes to dealing with people, it looks like he's a bright hunter, but Winston is more problem-solving and more respected than he is. When it comes to common sense, he is simply a worm who eats and waits to die, but Winston can plan a temporary trip in an orderly manner.
who coaxes who...
Hunter was inexplicably desperate.
It had been two hours since the plane took off, and Winston had not said a word to him.
So depressed…
He pressed his forehead against the front seat, turned his face sideways, and tugged at each other's sleeves with his fingers.
Winston turned his face away, avoiding Hunter entirely.
Ah... People who never get angry are really troublesome when they get angry!
"You ignore me, I'm sad..."
The other party was still silent.
"Do you know that before I met you... I wouldn't be angry if Maddie slapped me?"
Still no one paid attention to him, and Hunter continued to question and answer himself.
"That time in the hotel lobby, when Maddie hit me, I was speechless... because you were by my side. I don't want you to hear bad things about me from others."
Hunter lowered his eyes, and he didn't want to see Winston's expression.
"My bet with McGrady... It's not that he stops hitting me when he's in the top six again... it's that he can't hit me with you anymore. But I only finished eighth at Silverstone, so I cried. "
Hunter's voice was muffled.
"I'll tell you the truth, are you still angry with me? Maybe you think it's important that I rarely give you something, isn't it because I gave it to you? If it's from someone else in your team For you, do you still think that it is so important? I am the person who made origami roses, but you think that I am not as important as paper roses."
Hunter felt very depressed.
After ten seconds, a soft but cool voice sounded.
"There are not many truths in this world. Your sad look with your head down is indeed more precious than a rose folded from a newspaper."
Hunter didn't look at each other, just raised his fist and hit Winston on the shoulder.
"you do this delibrately."
"yes."
"why?"
"I want to see you tangled and sad for me." Winston's tone was so natural.
Then, the corners of Hunter's lips curled up, he said nothing, put on his blindfold, tilted his head, and was ready to sleep.
"I thought you were going to explode with rage."
Winston's fingers gently lifted Hunter's eye patch, and the light came in. From this angle, Hunter could just meet Winston's eyes through the gap.
Warm, like something blue about to melt.
"I have nothing to give you. So, I have to give you a little bit of willful right."
"What arbitrary right?"
"Look at my right to be upset because of you. No one else can." Hunter grinned.
"Thanks then." Winston's fingers lifted Hunter's blindfold higher, he leaned over, and what Hunter could see more clearly was his lips, "My king."
Winston's fingers left, the blindfold fell back on Hunter's eyes, and everything fell into darkness.
But Hunter knew that his heart was beating wildly.
Thank you, my king.
my king.
A unique voice that belongs to Winston.
Hunter suddenly became agitated and turned sideways.
Logically, he should be able to fall asleep as soon as he hits the pillow, but for at least a few minutes, the words echoed in his mind.
After finally falling asleep, the flight attendant started distributing food again. Hunter lifted his blindfolds with interest. Emirates' in-flight meals looked good, but... they couldn't get enough.
Hunter finished the plane meal and began to consider whether to eat the bread as well.
Obviously his fingers are not weak, but he couldn't pull the wrapping paper off the small box of butter sauce.
To the back he bites the edge of the wrapping paper with his teeth... The result is that the edge is bitten off by him, but the wrapping paper sea seals on it.
Hunter threw the small butter box back into the lunch box and sighed regretfully with his head half up.
Isn't it just small butter... If you don't eat it, it's just a waste of energy...
Suddenly, he remembered what Winston had told him in the spa hotel: open the condom, six calories.
His face was about to turn red, but Winston's voice came from his ear.
"Ah." Winston raised his chin and made a gesture of opening his mouth.
Hunt turned his face to the side and watched Winston's fingers touch the small meal bag to his lips.
Hunter opened his mouth subconsciously, and when he bit down on the meal bag, he realized that there was already butter in it.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: You are my king.
Hunter: Where is the king's prerogative
Winston: Origami roses for me.
Hunter: No!
Winston: Sleep on my shoulder.
Hunter: This can have it!
Winston: I cried so hard.
Hunter: No! reject! reject!