"Because I once received an engagement ring, I thought you were in love with someone and I didn't know, but then I never had a chance to ask you who the ring was for, so I consoled myself Treat it as if you were going to give it to me."
"What? When did I ever buy a ring! I've only ever bought a watch in my life or gave it to you..." Hunter paused, then frowned and realized, "Oh—you're implying that I should give you a marriage proposal. ring!"
"Well, you can take that as my cue."
Winston's voice was calm, but there seemed to be some kind of thoughts rolling in his eyes from the distant past, and thousands of troops came to drown Hunter.
This man's desire is real, even if no one else understands it.
"If... In fact, you can also consider it my engagement ring, although the size may not be appropriate." Hunter touched the tip of his nose, and his cheeks flushed faintly.
He didn't look into Winston's eyes, and his ears burned again.
"Really?" Winston stretched out his hand directly to Hunter, "If you really have a ring for me, I'll have a way to make it the right size."
Winston's expression was serious.
This made Hunter's heart beat nervously.
That tight feeling is like returning to the final lap of the track.
He wanted to suppress his nervousness, but he couldn't help but take a breath.
Winston's hand froze there, and if he didn't get what he wanted, he would wait forever.
Hunter's hand reached into his pocket and felt something.
The sound of metal crashing made the nerves tremble slightly.
At that moment, Hunter felt that he was serious enough to make a lifetime commitment on the altar.
He supported Winston's fingers in his left hand, and slowly pushed the metal ring into Winston's middle finger with his right hand.
Under the metal ring, there is a key and a Bluetooth signal.
Winston seemed to realize something, and his fingertips trembled slightly with Hunter's palm.
"I... I bought back where I grew up. Here's the keys there and the keys to the garage. I promised you I'd have a spot for you in the garage. But now I've found that I don't just want to Leaving the garage for you... I know you must have a lot of beautiful big houses... Maybe in England you have a big castle or something, my house is small for you... but for me it's my home But... how can I not have my favorite person at home?"
Hunter's voice was not loud, and it even became smaller as he spoke. His eyes were a little red, and he didn't let go of Winston's hand.
Winston's palms turned over and took Hunter's.
"Now, that's our home."
"Well, yes!" Hunter nodded vigorously.
"We finish our meal and go to see our home together."
"But there's nothing in the house."
"I'll buy it with you."
"it is good!"
Hunter took a big bite of the cheese chicken roll, and did not forget to ask Winston, who was sitting opposite, "Is it delicious?"
"Well, it's delicious." Winston ate slowly, although his manner was very elegant and eye-catching, but Hunter couldn't help but wanted to tease the other party.
Just as Hunter's shoe toe touched the other's calf, Winston raised his head with a playful smile on his lips.
"You said just now that the house is empty. Is there a bed?"
"... ah? Why do you suddenly ask this... I haven't bought it yet... "
"Don't tease me under the dining table if you don't have a bed." Winston's voice was serious, "unless...you like doing it on the floor."
Hunter immediately retracted his leg: "I... I didn't mean to touch you!"
"Also, it's more comfortable to do things like this in leather shoes, not sneakers," Winston corrected Hunter casually.
"Give me back the keys to my house." Hunter craned his neck.
"No." Winston took out the set of keys from his pocket, and hung it on his middle finger and shook it deliberately in Hunter's face.
Hunter laughed dumbly. It was the first time he had seen Winston look so "willful".
After lunch, Hunter and Winston came to a villa area. Hunter's father used to be a well-known stockbroker, and they used to live in a well-known and well-known neighborhood of New York City.
Every now and then a famous car drove past them.
"Should let you come in your Ferrari."
"Yeah, just parked it in the garage."
Hunt couldn't help laughing.
This is a three-story villa with front and rear gardens, because it was built twenty years ago, and the style is not as fashionable as those new villas they passed by.
The gardens have been deserted and the "For Sale" sign has been removed.
Hunter stood at the door, let out a breath, turned to Winston and said, "Hey, I should be thankful that no one has bought it for a few years... Probably because a well-known stockbroker lived here and ended up going bankrupt. , people think it's unlucky?"
Winston stretched out his hand and touched Hunter's head: "I'll open the door, let's go in and have a look."
"Okay." Hunter nodded.
Open the door, it's empty inside. The sofa, TV, dining table, and cupboard were all removed when Hunter's father filed for bankruptcy.
The floor has been textured for a long time, and there is a creaking sound when you step on it, as if something cracked in the depths of your memory.
"There used to be a big sofa here! My father would always lie there with his head on his back, and my mother would watch cartoons with me," Hunter said.
"Well, is the TV set here?" Winston said.
"Yeah." Hunter walked to the wall and gestured to Winston, "There's a cupboard here, and there are a lot of photos on the cupboard. There are my graduation photos from elementary school to middle school, and photos of my Junior Karting Grand Prix victory, And the picture of my parents holding me when I was born... I just don't know where it is now..."
Hunter touched the back of his head.
"Come on, let's go up and see. I'm curious about your bedroom."
"OK!"
Hunter went upstairs and opened a room on the second floor.
This room is not big, the window just faces the back garden. There was a plane tree in the garden, the branches extending right to Hunter's window.
The room was empty, and Hunter lifted the window and stuck his head out.
"You know, when I was a kid, I always fantasized about making a tree house on this tree, and when I made my father angry, I would climb up to hide and put away the ladder. But it's too small to bear Nope. Now it's a little bigger, but I don't fantasize about tree houses anymore," Hunter said with a smile.
"Is your bed in this position?" Winston asked.
"Yeah, how do you know?"
"Because there are signs of a poster on the opposite side. Whose poster is it?" Winston asked, turning his face to the side. "A bunny girl?"
Hunter paused, he didn't dare to tell Winston that it was when Owen and Shire were still at Lotus, and the two of them won the first and second place in the last race of a grand prix, locking in Lotus. The poster of the championship that year.
"It's not a bunny girl. It's my dream from elementary school to middle school. It's just that I once thought that dream was very far away, but now it seems that it's actually very close... Because of meeting you." Hunter said with a smile.
Winston leaned in and kissed his ear.
"Your expression is sincere, not like a lie."
"I'll hate you if you do this."
"What else is there on this floor?"
"My father's study. He often locks himself in it after dinner, studying stocks and investing. I can leave it to you... You must have a lot of books, right?" Hunter said with a smile.
Winston put his pocket in his pocket and glanced at it: "It's quite big."
"Yeah, you can put down a lot of books."
"I don't need to put down any more books."
"What's wrong?"
"For me, to fully understand everything about you is not enough time in a lifetime. Why put so many books in as decorations?"
Hunter paused and turned around: "But you seem to like reading books."
"I like reading because I'm bored and I don't have you around."
"Oh? What is this room for?"
Winston came to Hunter's side, hugged him by the shoulder, and replied seriously: "Put the ping-pong table. I like watching you pick up the ball."
Hunter: "…Can you do another project?"
"Billiards will work too. Like if you're leaning down on the table and ready to hit the ball, I can admire you from behind and then..."
"Enough is enough..."
"Or put a racing simulator."
"This option is good!"
"But I don't like that option. I still prefer a ping pong table or a pool table."
Winston's voice was very low, Hunter's heart was itching badly, and his ears were red again.
"Come on, go up and see the master bedroom."
"OK."
The master bedroom is large and has a terrace.
"This used to be the bed, this was my mother's dresser..."
Hunter remembers everything from the past well.
"Well, if it's the two of us, the dresser can be omitted, but a larger cloakroom is needed, what do you think?"
"You must have a lot of suits."
"No. I want to put a big mirror in the cloakroom. Lock the door of the cloakroom and do it in front of the mirror. It must be very nice."
Hunter took a deliberate step back and stomped on Winston's foot with his heel.
But before he had time to exert force, the other party clasped his waist and hugged him. The other person's breath was right next to Hunter's ear, itchy and hot.
And Winston's deep laughter, and his chest vibrating with it.
"Let's go."
"Where to go?"
"Go buy furniture. Fill our home."
"Go now?"
"Yeah. We won't be here for a few days. Picking today, delivery tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow we can enjoy the day at home." Winston's expression was absolutely serious.
"Okay! Let's go!"
They went to the most expensive furniture custom center in the city center. Hunter had never been to a place like this.
"Hey, the furniture here must be very expensive! And tomorrow's delivery must be too late!"
"You can do anything if you have money," replied Winston.
"what?"
"Can I choose the furniture?" Winston asked.
"Okay. Actually, I don't care!"
When a few designers circled around them and introduced their work, Winston took their catalogue and made changes to them as he selected furniture.
Because language is often indescribable, Winston took the pencil and drew it on the sketchbook.
Hunter was surprised, because what Winston drew was remarkably similar to the furniture that had once been in his villa.
It was as if he had been to his own home, or had seen these pieces of furniture.
Since most of the furniture was just a modification of the finished product, Winston paid three times the price, and the other party agreed immediately that he would rush to work and have the furniture delivered to his door tomorrow night.
When Winston took Hunter's hand and walked out, Hunter grabbed him.
"Hey... have you ever come to my house?"
"No."
"Then how do you know what the old furniture in my house looks like?"
The two walked side by side on the streets of New York, Winston didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, and clasped Hunter's fingers.
"I found myself obliged to you, so I'm going to pay attention to everything about you. There was a report after you won the Junior Karting Grand Prix, and there was a story about your upbringing, including a few pictures of your home. "
"Can you remember this?"
"Can you remember everything I said to you?"
"I'm sure I can," Hunter replied confidently.
For a guy like him who didn't like to read, he remembered every poem that Winston read.
"Then why doubt that I can remember everything I've seen about you?"
Winston smiled.
Hunter didn't speak, just looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
"I just feel... Every time I see you smiling at me, it's like life is brighter."
Winston turned his face away: "You always talk to me like that, and I'll want to run in circles too."
"Haha!" Hunter looked at the time, "it's dinner time, but I'm not hungry, what should I do?"
"Then let's choose a mattress? The bed is coming tomorrow. What if there is no mattress?"
"OK!"
The two went to the bedding center again.
Winston went to take Hunter to another very classy place. As a child, these things were chosen by their parents, and Hunter did not remember them at all.
But when he saw a white-collar couple with their child picking a mattress, and the child rolling and jumping on the mattress, Hunter suddenly thought of himself.
The blurred picture in my memory became clear again.
At that time, I was happily jumping on the mattress, and my parents were not far away.
"Evan seems to like this mattress very much."
"Haha, is it because he can jump high on it?"
Winston was already lying on a mattress by this time, his arms on the other side.
"Hunter, are you sure you don't want to lie down and feel it?"
"Is the support good?"
"You'll know when you lie down and try it."
Hunter smiled slightly, ignoring everyone's eyes, and lay sideways on Winston's arm.
"Is this mattress comfortable?"
"Yes." Hunter replied with narrowed eyes.
"Will it let me sleep with you if it's comfortable?" Winston's voice was serious.
Hunter's face started to turn red again, and he leaned his head toward the other's neck.
"cannot."
"Oh, what a pity." There was a smile in Winston's voice.
"Because you have more charm than the mattress," Hunter replied.
"What were you thinking about standing by the bed just now?"
"Thinking back to my childhood. My parents took me to pick out a mattress, and I jumped on it and refused to get off. My mother said, 'Evan, that's a mattress, not a trampoline.'"
Winston turned to kiss Hunter's forehead, and kissed his eyes.
"So my Evan, do you like this mattress?"
Hunter was startled.
He imagined how many times Winston would pronounce his name. They were close enough, but Hunter still felt a deep throbbing in his heart as Winston chanted "My Evan" slowly but clearly.
Transparent and deep, like the sound of a cello.
"You call me again."
"Evan." Winston's fingers gently stroked the back of Hunter's head.
"Call me again."
"Evan."
Hunter smiled.
"I really like this mattress right now."
"Then call me by my name."
"Van." Hunter suddenly became happy and sat up, "Aha! There must be very few people who dare to call you by your name! Everyone feels that they must respect you very much! And you still have a title, right?"
"So you can't just call me by my name."
"Ah... I call your name, do I still need your permission?"
"Yes. You must have absolute respect for me. You can only call me by my name when you feel that you love me very, very much, and want me very much," Winston said to him, lying in his place, with a small smile.
"So two conditions must be met to call your name?"
"Yes. The first is when you love me very much, and the second is when you want me." Winston slowly raised his upper body and looked into Hunter's eyes with his chin half raised, "That way I know that I can Be arrogant, be arrogant, and be cruel to you."
Hunter propped his chin and turned his face: "I suddenly don't want this mattress now."
Winston let out a deep laugh, sweet but conquering Hunter's hearing.
"Should I make a rule for you too?"
"what?"
"Can you call me Evan when you love me and want me so much?"
"This rule makes absolutely no sense."
Hunter immediately understood what the other party meant.
"Well, let's change it. You can only call me that when you are very happy and excited, you feel that you can't contain your joy when you see me, and you ask me to let you hug me. And it can't be called more than once a month."
"You really are a bad boy."
"Bad boy is hungry, it's time for dinner!"
"All right."
Winston finally settled on the mattress.
They walked in New York under the night, and for the first time Hunter felt that his life in New York would be very fulfilling and satisfying.
Hunter's small New York apartment had a mattress that had been destroyed the last time they came back because of the lack of furniture, so he stayed in a hotel.
When Hunter came out of the shower, he saw Winston leaning on the hotel window sill talking on the phone.
His back is very beautiful, with a smooth but sturdy feeling.
Obviously only a few years older than him, but Winston has a feeling of absolute maturity.
"Who are you calling?" Hunter said, leaning beside him.
"My assistant, Miss Anne. I asked her to deliver some of my stuff." Winston took Hunter's shoulders. "We must have my stuff in our house, right?"
Hunt couldn't help laughing.
After they got up the next day, Winston accompanied Hunter back to the apartment he rented before, put all his belongings in the suitcase and packed them away.
As they passed Mr. Bodybuilder's door, his girlfriend heard the sound of suitcases being dragged back and forth in the hallway and opened the door.
"Are you… leaving here?" she asked in surprise.
"Yes." Hunter said with a smile.
"Is it because we disturbed your life?" Her expression let Hunter know that her guilt was real.
"No, it's because I'm going home."
She glanced at Winston who was pulling the suitcase left and right and came out: "Are you going to live with him?"
"Yeah. Besides him, I can't think of anyone else who can bear his own willfulness."
She smiled clearly: "then you don't have to worry about him being patient with you."
"what?"
"He loves you very much. I'm a woman, and I know from the look in his eyes that he has only you in his world. Be happy, wayward Mr. Hunter."
"You too."
When they returned to the villa, some custom-made furniture that did not require much modification had already been sent in.
Two people asked workers to put them in the corresponding positions.
Hunter rolled over on the sofa and said with a smile, "Hey, it's really hard to see such a retro sofa now!"
Winston sat beside him with one arm around him.
The furniture was brought in bit by bit.
For example, TV cabinets and dining tables.
Winston even ordered the utensils in the kitchen. The plates and cups are very British.
By four o'clock in the afternoon, the package of Miss Anne, Winston's assistant, was also delivered.
Hunter eagerly went to dismantle Winston's cardboard box, which contained some intimate clothing, and then a well-wrapped picture frame.
Hunter took it apart with some curiosity, and found that the top one was the photo of Hunter, his parents holding a baby when he won the Junior Karting Grand Prix for the first time.
It was cut out of a magazine, specially vacuum-sealed in a photo frame, and the colors were still bright, without even creases.
Hunter's eyes burned again.
"Where did you get it?"
"I said that after I found myself in love with you, I started collecting everything about you. This magazine, I bought it from a fan of yours at a high price."
Winston hugged Hunter from behind: "I didn't think my collection would come in handy one day."
Hunter covered his mouth and laughed, but the tears almost fell.
"You must have loved me for a long time."
"Well... it's been much longer than you think. And the time I lost you was much more than the time you spent with me. So, from now on, you can't leave me, you must let me remember the most The most painful time is the peace of mind that everything is over."
"it is good."
Hunter put that photo on the cupboard where it used to be.
Next to that photo is a photo of himself winning a Formula 1 race for the first time, as well as a photo of himself and Winston standing on the podium for the first time, and a photo of himself and Winston at the London Eye There is also a group photo at the Burj Khalifa in Dubai. "
"Hey, I suddenly feel that this cabinet is a little smaller."
"yes?"
"Because I think we will have to put a lot of photos here in the future! By the way, there are also our trophies."
Winston laughed.
The mattress was delivered, but the bed hadn't arrived yet. Hunter didn't want to go to the hotel at all, so the two slept on the mattress for one night.
It was almost noon the next day when the bed was finally delivered.
Workers put the bed into the master bedroom, and Hunter and Winston put the mattress on top.
Annie had already prepared clean sheets, and Winston neatly made the bed and stuffed the pillowcases. Even the cloakroom in the master bedroom is tidy.
When Hunter thanked the porter at the door, he turned his head and saw Winston walking down the stairs unhurriedly.
He was wearing a beige sweater, revealing a beautiful neck line. A pair of long legs and even casual pants can't hide their beauty.
He turned his face to look at Hunter and said softly, "Everything is ready."
Hunter just stood there motionless.
"What's wrong?" Winston frowned slightly.
"It's nothing... I just think the lights in our house are so good, you're shining brightly there. And it's just me who sees it."
Hunter walked over, keeping his eyes on Winston.
Winston held out his hand to him.
Hunter smiled and ran to him in three or two steps.
Winston took a step back, let Hunter stand on it, and then suddenly supported his leg and picked him up.
"Hey! Be careful of falling!" Hunter hugged Winston's neck.
The man just looked at him with a small smile: "My Evan... is also very dazzling under the lights of our house."
Hunter's heart skipped a beat.
Of course he remembered what it meant when Winston said his name.
"I said before that if I won you, you would make a nice voice for me. Although I lost to you, if you want me to call you by your name now, you have to coax me well."
Winston looked Hunter in the eyes and smiled.
Holding Hunter, he walked up at the slowest speed.
Hunter hugged him tightly every step of the way, for fear that his tampering would cause both of them to fall down the stairs.
But Winston's arms were so strong that they supported Hunter steadily, like a fortress that would never collapse.
"How does a moment last forever, how can a story never die. It is love we must hold onto. Never easy but we try. Sometimes our happiness is captured, sometimes our time and place stand still. Love lives on insides our hearts and always will. Minutes turn to hours, days to years and go on…”
Without any music, Winston's voice was low, but it seemed that he had collected all his emotions and packed them into the so-called "eternity".
Hunter remembered when he was a child, when his father came home with roses and the happy look on his mother's face, they hugged each other and danced jazz in the living room.
When everything is broken and Hunter no longer believes in the so-called "eternity", Winston picks up everything, even so intact that Hunter doesn't think it's true.
He sang "How to Make This Now Eternal" softly in his ear, and Hunter felt like he had stepped into eternity.
"I want to be with you forever, Fann."
Hunter spoke as Winston held Hunter and leaned against the master bedroom door.
Winston kissed him suddenly, as low and long as his soft chant, and the tip of his tongue wrapped around Hunter, like a silent river suddenly boiling and burning.
His sucking sealed Hunter's breath and heartbeat, and his hands were so hot that they left a mark on Hunter's body. Hunter responded desperately, his back pressed against the door, and Winston's madness nearly crushed Hunter.
His chin rose unbearably, Winston kissed Hunter's chin, and Hunter had to free a hand and twist the door open.
Hunter fell backwards, Winston supported Hunter's lower back with one hand, and the other hand still held him firmly.
He held him tightly, as if to strangle him, but it gave Hunter a sense of security.
He sucked hard on Hunter's neck, and when Hunter fell on the mattress, Winston couldn't wait to get on it.
Their kiss was less like a battle of possession and defense, more like a desperate fusion.
Hunter propped up his upper body to get closer to Winston, Winston passionately chased after him for a kiss, Hunter propped up his upper body and kept retreating until he touched the head of the bed.
Winston turned his face to the side and kissed him completely, his hand pressed against Hunter's ear, strong and forceful, as if the whole world had shrunk to only this man's embrace.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Is your house big in the UK
Winston: Very big. And there are many rooms, enough to satisfy our freshness.
Hunter: What's new
Winston: For example, if you do it in front of different windowsills, you can see different scenery.
Hunter: …
Winston: My study is also very big with a lot of books. Inside the smell of paper...
Hunter: Enough, I don't want to hear it!