Hunter came behind Winston: "Don't you want to go in and have a look?"
"You don't like this kind of stuff. Let's accompany you to buy shoes and slacks."
"it does not matter… "
"Let's go. We'll go to Burj Khalifa for a while, then go back to the hotel to pack our bags and head to New York."
Winston completely accommodated Hunter in this way, which made Hunter's heart seem to be filled with warm air, and he couldn't help but be proud.
In this case, it shouldn't matter if I'm a little arrogant, right
They had a simple lunch together at Dubai Mall.
Hunter told Winston halfway through his meal that he was going to the bathroom.
But instead of going to the bathroom, he ran into Vacheron Constantin at the fastest speed and found the watch that made Winston stop.
It costs nearly $70,000.
This is not the most expensive watch of Vacheron Constantin, far from the collection level, but it makes Winston, who is rare for something to stay, stop.
"I want it! Hurry up and wrap it up for me!" Hunter proudly took out his credit card. He was a little worried that he might not be able to swipe it out, but he didn't expect the order to be issued smoothly!
This is the most expensive thing Hunter has bought other than his parents' villa.
He was a little nervous, what if Winston didn't like it
Or what if the dislike is not expensive enough
who cares! Anyway, he has already bought it, even if he is holding Winston's hand, he will put it on him!
Hunter ran all the way back to the restaurant where they ate. At the door of the restaurant, he adjusted his breathing, then adjusted his messy hair, and walked back to their table as calm as possible.
"Why did it take so long? Is it because of an upset stomach?" Winston looked up at him, even for someone like him who didn't show much emotion, the concern in his eyes was obvious.
"Are you afraid that I've had a bad belly from the Arabian barbecue last night?" Hunter asked.
"I'm afraid that crazy fan will add ingredients to your barbecue."
As soon as Winston finished speaking, Hunter took the watch box out of the bag he had been carrying behind him and put it in front of him.
"Give it to you!"
Hunt couldn't hold back the feeling of wanting to give the other party a gift.
He should have waited until he got back to the hotel to give it to him, but as soon as he saw Winston's face, he couldn't help it.
But I just took it out like this, it's really super unsentimental, it's still at the dinner table!
Hunter suddenly felt stupid!
But coming in with such a big shopping bag, it was impossible to hide from Winston!
"For me?" Winston's expression didn't change, but Hunter read surprise in his eyes.
"That... What you said last time... I didn't give you anything, but you always took good care of me. You care so much about the flowers folded in newspapers... It's not that the flowers folded in newspapers are not good, I can do it anytime. Give you a discount! But when the season is over, you have to go back to the UK... If we can't meet, you can bring the watch I gave you, it will be good... "
Hunter felt that his mouth was so stupid, what did he do with the flowers folded from the newspaper? Do you still think Winston wasn't angry enough that time
Winston's fingers clasped the watch box. It was very heavy, and the whole package was gorgeous and solemn. When he opened it, Hunter was as nervous as he was approaching his crush for the first time in elementary school. Look.
"Thank you... thank you."
Winston said.
"You... do you like it?" Hunter asked nervously.
"I like it, I like it a lot."
Winston's voice was soft, not sure if it was Hunter's delusion, his throat seemed a little tight.
And Winston rarely repeated what he said. But he said "like" twice.
When Hunter looked back at him, he was suddenly stunned.
Because he found that the watch on Winston's coat cuff was exactly the same as the one he bought!
I rely on-
Hunter's eyes widened and he almost didn't fly out of his seat!
Omg!
Hunt! What an idiot you are! You love Winston's hands so much, how come you never paid attention to what watch he was wearing!
So fucking stupid!
Is there anyone more humiliating than you in this world!
"Right... sorry... that... we can take it back and exchange it for another..."
Hunter felt extremely guilty when he thought that Winston had to say that he liked this watch in order to take care of his own face!
His ears were all red.
"Why change?" Winston asked.
"You...you already have one...you can't wear two identical watches..."
"But you didn't give it to me. And... it shows that you know me very well and know what I like, so you bought the same watch as me." Winston's voice was very soft, like To wrap the hunt completely.
"But... there's no need, there's still time today to pick another style!"
"But I don't think so. Because there is a better way."
Winston put his fingers on the watch he already had on his wrist, took it off, and said to Hunter, "Where's your hand?"
Hunter stretched out his right hand.
Winston shook his head and said, "Left hand."
Hunter put his left hand in the other's hand. What he didn't expect was that Winston put his watch on Hunter's wrist.
Although it was a metal bracelet, what was attached to Hunter's skin was Winston's body temperature.
Winston pushed the watch box in front of Hunter and stretched out his hand: "It's your turn to wear it."
There was a slight smile on Winston's lips on the opposite side, and Hunter suddenly felt that everything had become sacred.
His heart was beating fast, and he took the watch out of the box, passed it through Winston's hand, wrapped it around his wrist, and clasped it as if he owned the man.
"Thank you," said Winston.
What Hunter had for lunch was not important to Hunter at all. Even when he was sightseeing on the Burj Khalifa, Hunter kept holding the watch in his hand. He wanted Winston's body temperature to stay longer. The longer the better.
"What are you thinking about?"
When Hunter stared out the window in a daze, Winston was by his side.
"Ah? No... nothing... It's a little silly, can you take a photo with me? This used to be the tallest building in the world!"
"It was only once."
"So all heights are eventually overtaken."
Including so-called speed.
But nothing seems to surpass my liking for you.
"Okay, let's take a photo together."
Winston, who has always disliked taking pictures, was obviously in a good mood. He took out his mobile phone, pressed Hunter's head to himself, and stretched his other hand to hold the camera and pressed it down.
"Show me!"
Hunter took the phone from Winston.
This photo is very good, Winston smiled lightly, and he didn't laugh stupidly, but felt very understanding.
"Send it to me now."
Hunter's fingers slid across the photo, entering other photos in the photobook.
The picture in front of him is standing in front of the four-wheel drive in the sand-washing camp and turning his head to laugh. Hunter never thought that he could smile so brightly and freely, and the sand dunes and the blue sky in the distance made the whole picture blurry. There is a feeling of freedom and carefreeness.
Hunt couldn't help but flip forward again, and it was another picture of him squatting in the sand watching the ants. And the way he leaned against the car door and didn't know who was talking...
In Winston's mobile phone album, there was no one else but himself, not even a single landscape photo.
His heart was beating wildly, as if he had accidentally discovered something.
Is Winston candidly filming himself
How did he feel when he took these pictures
"Do you like it?" Winston's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, making Hunter almost drop his phone on the ground.
"You... when did you take it?"
"Of course it was taken when you weren't paying attention. Take pictures naturally. It's more ugly than a scissor hand when you're as good as you are."
Winston's voice was very calm, and he couldn't hear the cover up of being caught secretly filming, which made Hunter a little disappointed.
"I like this one the most."
Winston dialed the photo to a picture of Hunter sitting on his knees by a campfire, looking up at the night sky.
Although the light is not very clear, Hunter's face illuminated by the bonfire and his longing for the starry sky have a feeling of innocence and sensibility.
Hunter never thought that he could have such a charming side.
"You... you candidly photograph me!" Hunter shouted, eager to see Winston's expression at this time.
"Candid photography?" Winston pressed his chin, "Well, I just wanted to tell you the correct attitude to take pictures, of course, the most important thing. I was obviously taking pictures with a mobile phone. But if you think this is a candid picture, then Just delete them all."
Winston raised his hand to really press Delete, and Hunter quickly moved the phone away.
"I want it! I want it! I want all these pictures!" Hunter bumped him with his elbow. "You bastard clearly said that he didn't like taking pictures! You took so many pictures of me!"
"I just don't like posing. And to say candid photography, isn't it your specialty?"
Winston walked to the other side with his pockets in his pockets, giving Hunt no chance to object at all.
"When do I sneak a photo..."
Hunter suddenly remembered that he had photographed Winston's back while he was waiting for him under the London Eye.
I didn't expect this guy to remember it now!
But... Winston's level of capture is really top-notch, and I like every one of them. It's such a shame... It would be even better if it was a picture of myself and Winston.
No, in the future, he will also openly "candidly" take many pictures of Winston!
Hunter sent all his photos to his phone.
After the tour of Burj Khalifa, their Dubai vacation was over.
Back at the hotel, Winston asked the housekeeper to bring back the laundry they had sent before, and then watched him neatly pack the clothes into a duffel bag.
Hunter, who has always been rubbing his clothes in a mess, also followed the other party to tidy up carefully.
"I'll help you clean up, go and open the wine," Winston said.
"That's right! We haven't drunk the bottle of red wine given in the room! Drink it now!" Hunter happily ran to the table, opened the red wine, poured it into the decanter, and walked up with the glass.
Winston had already folded Hunter's clothes and was putting them in his duffel bag.
Hunter had never seen his luggage so neat.
He smiled, got a half glass of red wine, sat by the bed, and brought the glass to Winston's lips: "Thank you for helping me pack!"
Winston seemed to smile, bowed his head slightly, and took the rim of the wine glass. For the first time, Hunter raised the wine glass so carefully, watching the red liquid enter Winston's lips.
"How about it?"
"Normal," said Winston.
"Cut. You're picky."
Hunter took a sip from where Winston had drank.
"I don't know if I'm picky, but you don't seem to be able to drink red wine at all, right?"
"..." Hunter glanced at the other party unhappily.
But this bottle of red wine was destined to be wasted. Hunter didn't understand why the red wine tasted good after two sips. He followed Winston and took his luggage to check out.
After checking out, Winston drove to Dubai airport in the car he rented from Abu Dhabi.
"Hey! You drank red wine just now, is this considered drunk driving?" Hunter asked maliciously.
Winston actually took a sip, barely drinking it.
"It's okay, if the police came to check, I'd say it's because you drank."
"I drank, what does it have to do with you being found to be alcohol?" Hunter didn't understand.
Winston just smiled lightly: "I'll tell you when you're twenty-one."
"Fuck! It's still a long time! You're writing a bad check!"
They chatted all the way to the airport and returned the car to the car rental company.
After getting on the plane, Hunter realized he was going back to New York.
Suddenly I miss my apartment.
No matter how many places you've been, your own nest is the most comfortable.
After arriving in New York, they will transfer again that evening.
The track for the United States Grand Prix is in Travis County, Texas.
"When I get to New York, I have to go back to my apartment first. Are you waiting for me at the airport, or are you going with me?"
"Let's go with you, waiting for a connecting flight at the airport is boring," Winston replied.
"Huh? Do you still like boredom? I thought you liked being alone with no one disturbed!"
"It's probably because you're used to being noisy. It's too quiet and you don't feel comfortable."
"Am I noisy?"
"Aren't you making a noise now?"
Hunter was speechless.
He decided to quiet himself.
As soon as he looked down, he saw the watch on his wrist, quietly clinging to Hunter's skin, as if... Winston was holding his hand.
As Hunter, who could sleep as soon as he got on the plane, he fell asleep soon after.
Winston on the side put down the newspaper in his hand and turned his face to look at Hunter, who had slept with his head half up.
He didn't wear a blindfold this time, but his right hand lightly covered his left wrist, as if he was afraid of losing the watch that Winston gave him.
Winston raised his hand, placed it on the back of Hunter's hand, and inserted it lightly between the fingers of his right hand.
When the plane landed in New York, Hunter was still drowsy, and if Winston hadn't dragged him, he would have taken the wrong exit channel.
When lining up, I saw Hunter following behind Winston, with his forehead on the back of Winston's neck, and every time Winston took a small step forward and felt that the support was moving away, he would move forward. step.
Winston was wearing sunglasses on his face. He didn't turn around until he came to the gate and squeezed Hunter's neck: "Okay, go to sleep in the taxi. Take out your passport."
"Yeah." Hunter opened his eyes, reached into his bag with one hand, and touched it for a long time, but couldn't find his passport.
Winston stretched his arm out, holding his bag strap in one hand, unzipped it in the other, and found his passport in the compartment.
"No wonder I couldn't find it... I packed the luggage for you."
Winston said nothing. Just patted him on the back: "You go over and wait for me first."
After the pass, Hunter turned to look at Winston. Among so many people, Hunter found that his eyes were inseparable from each other.
The way he handed out his passport, the way he answered questions calmly, and the way he nodded and took the passport back, all looked amazing.
Winston came to Hunter's side, and his fingertips slid halfway along Hunter's auricle: "Are you in a daze just now, or were you looking at me?"
"Guess what?" Hunter asked with a smile.
"daze."
"Why do you think I'm in a daze?" Hunter was disappointed.
"Really? Are you awake?" Winston retorted.
Hunter cut.
Out of the airport, Winston stopped a taxi and gave Hunter's apartment address.
"Eh? How do you even know the address of my apartment?"
"I sent you back after the Ferrari charity dinner. Don't you remember?" Winston said.
"But I didn't tell you where I lived that time?"
Hunt scratched his head.
Winston didn't mean to answer his question, just looked ahead.
They came to Hunter's apartment and entered the elevator. Hunter suddenly thought of something and touched his chin: "I wonder if the pair of bodybuilders and sexy women who love rolling sheets are still working."
"What?" Winston asked, turning his face to the side.
Hunter threw the duffel bag over his shoulder, walked out dashingly, then turned his head, walked backwards while looking at Winston and said, "It's my neighbors, their lives seem to exist to roll the sheets. Come in the morning, come at noon, come at night! The apartment here is quite old, and the sound insulation is not so good! When I was resting in the apartment, they made me unable to sleep well!”
Speaking of this, Hunter is like a fire-breathing dinosaur, passing by their door and not forgetting to kick the door. Then he put his ear on it again, as if listening to something.
Winston walked past him, passing his hand over his head, meaning "don't do this kind of pointless thing".
Hunter pursed his lips and followed Winston, who was then surprised to find that Winston had stopped exactly at the door of his apartment.
"How...how do you know this room is mine?"
"Did you just say you couldn't rest because of the noise from the neighbors?" Winston pointed to the door where Hunter had stuck his head just now.
"Oh... That's it." Hunter searched for a long time, took out the key, and opened the door.
This is a single apartment, even the bed is a single bed.
Winston opened the refrigerator, took the trash can, and threw all the yogurt, cheese, milk, and unfinished cereal in Hunter's refrigerator into the trash.
"…Why does this place feel like your home." Hunter leaned over and said.
"It's all expired. Whether you eat or buy, you don't have the habit of looking at the expiration date. You will definitely eat it if you keep it in the refrigerator. The unlucky one will be your own body."
Winston's face was completely taken for granted.
"No, I mean you open the refrigerator door and throw things as skillfully as you've done it many times!"
Winston reached out and pushed Hunter's head away: "Maybe in my last life, I've thrown it for you many times."
With regard to the term "last life", Winston summed up almost everything he was familiar with.
When Winston mentioned "the last life", Hunter thought it was absurd and he felt that the other party was making fun of him.
At this time, he hoped that the previous life was real.
"Then why did you treat me so well in your last life?" Hunter suddenly asked.
Winston paused, turned and threw something out again.
"Then you go and ask Vann Winston from a previous life."
After that, Winston went to Hunter's bedroom.
As if remembering something, Hunter rushed in front of Winston and opened his arms: "You... you better not go in... "
He remembered that when he left, not only the quilt was not folded, but the clothes that were thrown on the ground were not washed. He was afraid that Winston would faint if he opened the door!
The most important thing is to destroy your own image!
"We don't have much time left here. I've called the laundromat to collect your moldy clothes."
Hunter opened his mouth... Did he not have any privacy in front of Winston
Winston stretched his arm under Hunter's and unscrewed the door of his apartment.
Fortunately, although the inside is messy, but there is no strange smell.
"Yes, no pizza box."
Hunter squatted on the ground, and Winston leaned against the door with his arms folded, supervising him to collect all the things that needed to be washed, which was a big bag. Even the bedding was removed.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Hello! You drank red wine just now, does that count as drunk driving
Winston: It's okay, if the police came to check, I'd say it's because you drank.
Hunter: I drank, what does it have to do with you being tested for alcohol
Winston: Because you kissed me.