In front of a dune, the car almost swayed and rushed up.
The passengers in the car behind them screamed, but Hunter and Winston didn't respond at all.
This hurt the old driver's self-esteem, and he turned a few corners on the sand dunes in a thrilling manner, and every time it was like he was about to fall from a height.
"Hey - young people, are you not afraid at all?"
Hunter touched his nose embarrassedly: "Actually... Compared with the centripetal force when turning in Formula One, this force is better... "
"Both of you drive F1?" the driver's elder brother asked in surprise.
"Yes!"
"Then this is boring to you! Go and drive the 4x4 sand scooter yourself in a while!"
"Really? I'm going to play that!" Hunter's eyes lit up.
He was originally a go-kart driver, and it is really interesting to be able to drive a four-wheel drive in the desert!
"The young man in the back who never laughs or speaks, you have to learn from your friends and be full of hope in life!"
At this time, Winston said something in Arabic, and the driver brother laughed.
But Winston still had the same expression.
Hunter was dissatisfied and patted the backrest of the car in front: "Hey, what did my friend just say?"
"Haha, he said that you are full of expectations in life, and he is full of expectations. So just be happy!"
Hunter looked at Winston suspiciously.
The other party didn't mean to explain at all.
Forget it, this has happened more than once! Whatever Winston said, he wasn't missing a piece of meat anyway.
The sand-washing convoy took them to the camp.
Here, you can taste Arabic barbecue and play 4WD.
Hunter rushed to the 4WD without saying a word.
Winston just followed Hunter with his pockets in his pockets.
"Winston! Winston! Do you want to play together!"
"No. When you sit in it, it's not as interesting as Formula 1," Winston said.
At this time, the young car fan came to Hunter: "Can I take a car with you? Formula 1 has no co-pilot, but this kind of sand-washing four-wheel drive can seat two people! Can you take a car with you? Shall I play? Let me feel the skills of the top drivers!"
"Me? Top driver?" Hunter asked uncertainly, pointing to himself.
"That's right! To be able to compete with Winston and Charles, of course you are a top driver!" The young man's expression was so sincere, Hunter's heart softened.
"Okay, I'll take you! But don't blame me if the car rolls over, hahaha!"
Hunter smiled heartily and got into the driver's seat.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"My name is Merlin!"
"Then... Merlin, fasten your seat belt!"
After the security officer at the camp explained to Hunter the driving methods and precautions of this four-wheel drive vehicle, Hunter happily drove the car away.
Merlin didn't forget to wave to his companion and said, "Don't forget to take a picture of me!"
Hunter ran wildly in the desert to his heart's content, and even the security guard was startled when he saw it.
"Slow down! Brother slow down!"
But Hunter couldn't hear it at all, and the more frightened Merlin screamed beside him, the happier he was.
Finally, five minutes later, Hunter drove the 4x4 back.
Merlin, on the other hand, was clutching at the door, his head sticking out, and he vomited in a mess.
Hunter felt a little guilty now.
"That... you... are you all right?"
He patted Merlin on the back and saw that this guy was about to vomit his bile, making him even more guilty. Gently stroked his back, thinking about ordering hot water from the camp for him.
Merlin's friends also came to help him down.
Unexpectedly, in less than a minute, the young man was full of blood and resurrected.
"It's the first time I've ever experienced Formula 1! It's amazing! I really want to ride it again!"
Hunter was dumbfounded: "You... you vomited like that... do you want to sit again?"
"Can I take a picture with you?"
"Oh... yes..."
Merlin stood beside Hunter, and the two were leaning on the four-wheel drive.
With fans present this time, Hunter didn't dare to compete with scissors anymore. He just held the car door with one hand and didn't even dare to show his teeth when he smiled.
You have to learn from Winston, you have to be strong!
Just when the girl who was helping to take the photo opposite pointed the phone at them, Hunter only felt that something was stuck on his cheek, it was Merlin's cheek.
Hunter dodged subconsciously, and Merlin had already let go.
"Thank you! I wish you good results in the US race!"
Merlin gave Hunter a big hug, and Hunter froze like a piece of wood, as if he didn't know what was going on.
At this time, someone grabbed him and dragged him away from Merlin's arms.
"Let's have a fight," came Winston's voice.
Hunter exhaled inexplicably.
Although the vanity of having fans with him skyrocketed, the feeling of being close to unfamiliar people still made Hunter feel twisted.
Suddenly grateful to Winston for saving him.
The two chose a car and chased between the deserts.
That feeling of speed and dryness in the air is totally different from on the track. There are no bends here, just one dune after another that seems to flow at any time.
There are no so-called rules, and Hunt just feels wanton.
He chased Winston, with a big smile on his face every time he approached him.
Hunter stretched out his hand in Winston's direction as the car slid down the dunes in parallel. What he didn't expect was that Winston also stretched out his hand and thought of him.
This tacit understanding made Hunter feel extremely happy.
The five minutes were up and Hunter and Winston drove back.
As soon as he got out of the car, Hunter was spitting.
I laughed so much just now that I ate a mouthful of sand.
Winston opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Hunter: "Rinse your mouth."
"Thank you..." Hunter didn't even dare to say a word, for fear of swallowing all the sand accidentally.
They returned to the camp and savoured Arabic barbecue around the campfire.
A group of young people laughed and laughed, and Merlin handed Hunter the barbecue with great enthusiasm, making Hunter feel embarrassed.
When Merlin handed Hunter another skewer of grilled meat, Hunter was about to pick it up when Winston grabbed his wrist.
"Sorry, it's the US race in a few days. We can't eat too much barbecue or something."
"Oh! I understand! I understand! I'm so sorry, I didn't think too much!" Merlin took the barbecue back guiltily.
When the setting sun shrouded this desert, the red is like a whole piece of blood, as if offering sacrifices to heaven and earth.
The Arab girl danced, her waist swayed flexibly, the sand rushing team clapped and rhythm, and Hunter's eyes were full of stars.
He leaned over to the expressionless Winston and said, "Hey, I think Merlin must like you very much, or would you take a picture with him?"
"Just because he keeps feeding you barbecue, you think he likes me?"
Winston's voice was cold, like the moonlight on a desert night.
"The reason for his enthusiasm for me is that you are too cold, so you can only get to know you by approaching relatives and friends..."
"Then let me tell you, since we showed up, he's been looking at you, not me."
"...You mean...he's actually my fan?" Hunter scratched his head, showing a surprised expression, "Then why did he say to take pictures with you in the first place?"
"In order to lower your vigilance, in order to make you think that the purpose of his approach to you is for me."
"Huh?" Hunter didn't understand at all, "Isn't that possible?"
"How many fans have you met, and how many have I met?"
Winston asked back.
Meaning I've had more salt than you've ever had in oatmeal bread.
"Then if he is my fan... just tell me directly, I have a good temper!"
It's not like you always look like you're refusing people thousands of miles away.
"Do you remember when you were in Austria, you said you were worried that I would be kidnapped by perverted fans on the way back to the hotel alone?"
"Have I said that?"
Hunter tilted his head, thinking that if Winston really encountered a pervert, he would definitely be more perverted than a pervert.
"You still worry about yourself. You have the temperament to attract perverted fans."
"What—" Hunter rolled his eyes.
At this moment, Winston stood up, said a few words to the head of the camp, and then hooked his finger at Hunter, meaning they should go.
Sit down again, and it will be at least twelve o'clock when we get back to the hotel.
As Hunt walked towards Winston, Merlin caught up.
"Well, may I ask for your email? My friend took a video of you racing in the desert with Winston...I want to send it to you."
Suddenly remembering what Winston said just now, Hunter's heart was inexplicably chilled, although he felt it more like persecutory paranoia.
Hunter smiled casually: "Leave it for you as a souvenir! I race with this guy every year!"
After he finished speaking, he waved to Merlin, followed Winston into the car and left the camp.
The stars in the desert night are bright, and the Milky Way is overhead.
Hunter tilted his head, admiring all this.
"Actually, it would be nice if I could camp here."
"Idiot. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge. Stay any longer and you'll know it's cold."
"Oh... that's a pity." Hunter had a brainstorm, suddenly thought of something, turned his face, put a hand on Winston's shoulder, and said with a mean smile, "But there are other things to keep warm!"
"what?"
"Get out of the sheets! Hahaha!"
"The desert is really a good place. You are a guy who doesn't distinguish between east and west. If you take you into the desert and do whatever you want, you definitely don't know where to run."
"… "
Hunter angrily retracted his arm.
How does this guy always have the ability to make beautiful things so cruel.
Back at the hotel, Hunter rushed into the bathroom excitedly, this time he must enjoy the function of the bathtub.
Just as he was letting out the water, Winston's voice came: "Don't forget to bring your clothes in."
Hunter was immediately unhappy.
He obviously wanted Winston to give him another dress, but he failed again!
He came out, put away his change of clothes, and took him into the bathroom, not forgetting to point his middle finger to the silhouette of Winston sitting on the sofa.
When he sat in the bathtub and studied the buttons, he found that the water in the bathtub snorted upwards like boiling for a while, and then stopped for a while, which could not achieve the effect of massage at all.
Hunter had to shout: "Winston-Winston-"
"What? You slipped again?"
Winston frowned inexplicably when he opened the door.
"Why don't you lock the door every time you take a shower?"
"Ah... I live alone every time... I don't have the habit of locking the door... No, come and help me see how I can activate the massage function!"
Winston stood there, as if he had no intention of stepping forward.
Hunter sat up from the water, squinting at the buttons and tilting his head in distress: "Come and take a look!"
After two seconds of silence, Winston came over, put one hand on the edge of the bathtub, turned his face sideways and seemed to have no interest in Hunter's body at all.
"Put your leg up, you're blocking the button."
"Ah? What? The massage button is over there!"
Hunter raised his leg and placed it on top of the bathtub. Winston reached out and clicked on the button to adjust the strength. At this time, Hunter's back felt a hit.
"When the water is getting cold, remember to let go of the heat exchanger."
When Winston straightened up, his palm might have been habitually trying to prop up the bathtub again, but he didn't expect it to rest on Hunter's calf.
His palms were so hot that Hunter even wondered if it was an illusion.
When Winston left the bathroom and closed the door, Hunter suddenly thought of something.
Why did he put his legs on top of the bathtub, when he put his legs together, he could let the button out to Winston when he moved to the other side!
He looked at the door, only to find that the shadow of the frosted door seemed to be where Winston was leaning
Winston, who was leaning against the door, raised his chin, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
He gently raised the collar of his T-shirt, as if to breathe.
After two seconds, he straightened up and returned to the sofa.
The coat that Hunter wore in the desert was thrown there casually. Winston took the coat by the collar and shook it vigorously, and the fine grains of sand fell like fragments of stars.
Winston put the tip of his nose close to the collar of the coat, closed his eyes, as if feeling the breath of the owner of the coat, and hung it back in the closet.
Hunter came out in his pajamas: "It's your turn! Winston, where are we going tomorrow?"
"Go for the diamond ring," said Winston.
"Huh? What?" Hunter then remembered the joke he and this guy made on the plane before the Abu Dhabi race.
"Idiot, go shopping. Since you're in Dubai, let's go to Burj Khalifa for sightseeing. It's not interesting though."
Winston entered the bathroom and closed the door.
"You've seen everything, of course you don't think it's interesting!"
Hunter went back to the sofa and thought about it.
He opened his phone, and sure enough he saw Owen's message: Are you having a good time at the water park today
When it comes to this, Hunter is going to blow his hair: You bastard, you just want my swimming trunks washed off, and then embarrassed in front of Winston!
Owen: Really washed out? Great! Did Winston see your lovely little Hunter
Hunter: Look at the fart! He went to find me swimming trunks!
Owen: Hahaha, how do you know he didn't see your little Hunter underwater when he was helping you find swimming trunks
As soon as he said that, Hunter's ears turned red.
He now understands what Owen's unintended purpose was.
He replied to the other party: Appreciate the fart! So many people! If Winston could see it, everyone could see it!
Owen: Winston isn't interested in Hunter Jr. anyway.
Hunter: So what is he interested in
Owen: Hahaha, ask him!
Hunter rolled his eyes, can he still have a good chat
Tomorrow's itinerary is to go to Dubai Shopping Mall. Dubai is a famous duty-free port, and things here are very cheap. Hunter opened the page, thinking about what to buy tomorrow.
Although that guy Marcus is very long-winded, he is still very good to himself. Hunter thought, why don't he buy him a tie
There are also Shenchuan and Xiaoxi.
Xiaoxi will be very happy as long as he buys snacks. As for Shen Chuan, Hunter really can't think of what to buy for him.
After browsing the web page for a while, Hunter suddenly realized why Winston hadn't come out yet.
Look at the time again, Mom, it's a new record, it's been more than an hour!
Hunter came to the frosted glass door and called Winston's name: "Hey! It's going to start again!"
"I'm going out."
For some reason, Hunter thought the guy's voice sounded a little weird.
After waiting for another ten minutes, Hunter was already leaning against the head of the bed and yawning before Winston came out.
"If you're sleepy, you can go to bed first." Winston sat on the edge of the bed and put his legs up.
This was Hunter's favorite place, and he turned his face away without even blinking.
"If you fall asleep, you won't be able to see."
Hunter subconsciously answered the other side.
When he realized what he said, he was a little nervous, but then he pulled out a big smile: "I'm your fan too!"
"Idiot, tell me if you want to see it." Winston put the quilt over him.
"If I want to see where, will you show it to me?" Hunter suddenly came to his senses.
"No," Winston replied.
Hunter sighed, and unhappily tugged the quilt and rolled it, turning his back to Winston.
But on second thought, the other party had just finished taking a shower and was worried that Winston would catch a cold, so he pulled the quilt back.
He quickly fell asleep, and stumbled towards the warm direction, when something suddenly wrapped him, it was his familiar and reassuring breath, Hunter murmured "um...", wrapping His strength seemed to tighten.
They slept until ten o'clock the next day.
When Hunter woke up in the morning, he found something circling him.
He was stunned for two seconds, and as soon as he raised his head, his nose hit Winston's chin.
"Ouch!"
Hunter was about to sit up. Only then did he realize that it was Winston who was hugging him, and that his legs were on the other's waist, a posture of peace of mind.
"Put your legs down when you wake up," Winston said calmly.
Especially hearing such a sound early in the morning is really refreshing.
Hunter immediately put his legs down and left Winston's arms, and Winston woke up early, leaning his cheeks and looking at Hunter.
Hunter hurried to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he spat out the toothpaste, Hunter suddenly realized that Winston had been lying with him until after ten in the morning!
You must know that Winston's life has always been very regular. He often gets up on time to run in the morning, but today he was in bed until ten o'clock!
It seems that the bad habit of staying in bed has also spread to Winston
Hunter hummed while washing his face.
Today's itinerary is much easier than before, and I will be flying back to the United States tonight.
Probably because he was so happy with Winston these two days in Dubai, Hunter was reluctant to leave.
After a simple breakfast, they went to Dubai Mall.
This is a comprehensive and super large shopping mall, which is considered a shopping paradise for women, but there are not many things that Hunter is interested in.
They went to look at menswear, and Hunter bought an Armani leather jacket and a Versace coat under Winston's taste guidance.
"But if you think about it, we spend most of our time flying around and competing in competitions..."
"But November to February is its own time."
"It's okay to have physical training and a test drive..."
At the end of this season, Shen Chuan and Xiaoxi will definitely be intensively researching the new car... Ah, no, it should be to perform wind tunnel tests and car tests. The design of the new car must have been made long ago.
"I sent some T-shirts to Shen Chuan. What do you think? T-shirts are comfortable to wear. I don't think he likes to wear shirts like other engineers."
"Yes, the quality of these T-shirts is good, he should feel comfortable."
"But what about the size... he's oriental, he seems to be thinner..." Hunter looked at Winston.
"What are you looking at me for? I don't know his size either."
"I thought you had good eyesight! Can't you see what size I'm wearing?"
"I hugged you, but I didn't hug him," Winston said before turning to the other side of the counter.
After being stunned for two seconds, Hunter unconsciously tilted his head and smiled.
They strolled around again and came to the door of Vacheron Constantin.
Winston, with his pockets in his pockets, stood in front of the window and looked at a watch for a few seconds before passing by the door. Hunter followed him and glanced.
He had heard of Vacheron Constantin for a long time, and Hunter also knew that Winston’s quality of life must be wearing a watch of this level. He glanced at the watch that Winston was standing in front of the window. It was a semi-hollow shape with a curved surface. Smooth and elegant like a gentleman, it really fits Winston's temperament.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Why do you say I have the temperament to attract BT fans
Winston: I'm also a huge fan of you.
Hunter: Really? So proud!
Winston: And I absolutely BT.