Hunter looked at the expressions of Shen Chuan and Shen Xi checking the final data, and suddenly felt extremely at ease.
"What's wrong? You keep looking at me like this, I'm worried that Winston will kill me." Shen Chuan raised his head and smiled lightly.
"I just feel incredibly lucky," Hunter said.
"What's wrong?" Shen Chuan put down his tablet and turned his face to look at Hunter.
"There are more and more good engineers like you and Xiaoxi in this field, and the performance of the car is improving by leaps and bounds. Formula 1 ... has entered the era of rocket-like speed."
"so what?"
"So the value of drivers will become more and more blurred, and the requirements for drivers will become higher and higher. But it is precisely because of the existence of geniuses like you that I have the possibility to break the monopoly of the big teams in the Formula 1 ranking. .So I'm lucky. And I'm even more fortunate that I can still seize the dream to prove my worth, and there are opponents who keep pace with me and let me not be left behind... I'm really lucky."
Hunter answered with a pious expression.
"If the price of maturity is for you to say such sentimental words, I'd rather you be heartless and always be naive." Shen Chuan stretched out his arm, pressed it on Hunter's forehead, and then looked at Hunter's Behind him, he signaled that someone wanted to speak to Hunter.
As soon as Hunt turned around, he saw Maddie.
"Oh... Maddie..."
Maddie looked a little twisted. He was silent for a few seconds, as if he didn't know where to start.
"...you should know that my contract with the Marcus team expires after this race."
"Well, I know. I heard that the Williams team is going to sign you, and it's close to ten."
"You know you really weren't a good teammate at first."
"I know."
"Not now."
"Okay... I'll get better slowly..."
"But now you make me proud. When I mention that we were teammates in the future, it should also make me very proud."
Hunter paused, his eyes suddenly warmed up.
He remembered his quarrel with McGrady in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix, and he had always understood that McGrady had always cared about his attitude towards Formula One.
Hunt stretched out his arms and hugged Maddie hard.
"We're going to enjoy this final race together."
"Of course, so don't look back no matter what happens." Maddie pressed Hunter's back hard.
In the free practice race, Hunter experienced the twists and turns of the track more delicately and keenly than ever before, the feeling of gripping the ground every time the tires turn a corner, and the pressure on the neck caused by the centripetal force. He had countless times in his mind. Hypothetically, then put it into practice on the next lap of practice.
At the end of the practice session, Shen Chuan led the team of engineers to adjust the brake system to be more gentle to adapt to the bumps of the track. In order to ensure the torque of the car when it came out of the corner, the balance system was also adjusted.
Before qualifying, Hunter locked himself in the lounge without turning on the lights or talking to anyone.
Marcus, who was standing outside the lounge, became worried.
"I've never seen this kid like this... Should I let the team's psychological counselor have a good chat with him? As long as he does his best, even if the last place finishes the game, I'm very satisfied."
Shen Chuan pulled Marcus away: "He just has to concentrate. To achieve greater success than before, he has to put in more effort."
But Marcus was still nervous to death.
Until Hunter came out of the lounge, the expression on his face was calm but calm.
When passing by Marcus, he smashed each other with his fist.
"I've never had a pole position in qualifying."
Marcus staggered back a small step.
"Whether it's Owen, Ciel, or Winston, they're probably used to me threatening them from behind, or surpassing them. But it's kind of boring all the time, isn't it?" Hunter smiled and looked at Ma Coos.
A little childish willfulness, a little arrogant.
But for some reason, Marcus's originally nervous mood suddenly brightened.
"This time, I'm going to get a taste of what it's like to be on pole. I want everyone to run after me."
Hunter came to his car, bowed his head, and put his ear to the engine.
His posture was pious and solemn.
"Go." Shen Chuan folded his arms and raised his chin.
"If I can't get the pole position, I will electrocute you." Shen Xi also said very seriously.
Marcus exhaled: "It's not just them, but us who are chasing you."
Hunter put on a fire mask and Marcus himself put on a hard hat for him.
In this qualifying race, Hunter made full use of the knowledge of the track accumulated during the free practice.
His entry and exit was so smooth that the commentator stood up and applauded, and his acceleration on the straights and braking at the end of the corner were so neat that it made one's mind boil.
In the first qualifying session, Hunter's lap time was stable in the top three. Topping the list are Owen and Winston. And Ciel is the most threatening guy to Hunter's ranking.
Although it was a qualifying race, the commentator He and the audience clearly felt that the cornering and braking of all drivers were of high quality, as if this qualifying race had already decided their life and death.
The intensity of the competition in the second quarter suddenly rose to another level. Even in order to grab the lap time, Charles and Hunter almost collided in the corner. The audience was terrified, but Hunter and Shire kept the gap-like distance from the corner and continued to run side by side on the straight.
Holding the steering wheel, Ciel felt the boiling fighting spirit emanating from the racing car beside him, and his heart tensed. Even in the most gentle corners, Ciel felt that he was going The line seems to be above the blade.
By the time they reached the middle of qualifying in the second quarter, Hunter's lap time was already on par with Owen. The top three rankings began to change constantly.
It's like squeezing and fighting, don't give up until you crush each other. Hunter passed Irving for second place, directly threatening Winston's pole position.
"Good job, good job..." Marcus's hands were shaking.
"Pole... Pole... Pole..."
A crowd of mechanics and engineers were eagerly awaiting.
The opening of the third quarter qualifying was a feast of extreme speed. Hunter's lap time brushed the track to the point of fire, and it was a close fight with Winston.
Speed has become a weapon, tearing the air, cutting eyeballs, and the lap time of the two has reached a new level. Even the manager of the Ferrari team, Mr. Miller, hugged his head.
"Did he want to burn the tire? Did he want to burn the tire?"
The tighter Winston's lap time became, the more sober Hunter's brain became, as if something was pumping into his heart, and he was stubbornly suppressed, bursting at the most crucial moment.
He could feel that Winston's speed was not resistance, on the contrary, it was like a powerful force pushing him through every corner, through every straight, beyond everyone's expectations and imagination.
Hunter finished qualifying in the third quarter with sharp cornering control.
"..." Mr. Marcus half-opened his mouth, who is faster
"It's Hunter! It's Hunter! It's our Hunter!"
"He's on pole!"
"Hunter takes pole!"
"Oh... oh..." Marcus opened his eyes wide, turned around and hugged Shen Chuan beside him, "It's the pole position!"
This qualifying match sent the audience into a frantic mood.
Hunter, who took the pole position, smashed the steering wheel through his helmet.
"He has finally changed from a chaser to the one challenged." Mr. Cacho exhaled, "It's just... If he is still in this state in the race, I can't help but imagine that he is running at the front with the stars and the moon, The picture of being chased by everyone... It's too damn fast!"
When Hunt took off the top of his racing suit, hung it around his waist, and walked in the tunnel, he happened to bump into the oncoming Owen.
Owen applauded without hesitation: "Well done, Hunter."
He didn't call him "Little Hunter" because this time he saw Hunter as a complete opponent, not a fledgling kid.
"When chasing me, remember to concentrate and use force. Otherwise, I will throw you further and further away." Hunter patted Owen's chest with the back of his hand.
"Ah, it's so cute, it's so cute!" Owen looked at Hunter's back and said with a smile.
Ciel came to Owen's side with the mineral water and bumped him lightly: "Did you suddenly feel younger?"
"Yeah, it's like going back to twenty."
Hunter came to the bathroom, faced himself in the mirror, and adjusted his breathing.
He picked up the water and poured it on his face.
Someone came to him and handed a tissue.
Those slender and beautiful fingers and the red racing suit seemed to set Hunter's eyes on fire.
Hunter grabbed the tissue that Winston handed over, wiped it, and threw it into the basket.
He hooked his fingers at Winston, who leaned down slightly, and Hunter suddenly grabbed the back of Winston's neck and kissed it forcefully.
The tip of the tongue is like a hurricane in transit. When Winston closed his eyes, everything was over.
"That's it?" Winston's voice was soft, his eyes still half-closed.
"Did you want to get on me during qualifying just now?" Hunter deliberately tugged at the racing suit hanging around his waist.
"Yup."
"Because I don't think your desire is strong enough, that's why you let me take pole position in qualifying." Hunter raised his chin and looked at each other.
"What about now?" Winston's voice was a little hoarse, like sandpaper that was about to burn, rough pressing Hunter's sensory nerves.
Hunter lowered his head, looked at where Winston was ready to go, and twitched the corners of his mouth.
He suddenly remembered the first time he talked to Winston, in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, and now the scene really looked familiar.
Hunter raised his eyebrows a little: "Although... it's enough time to help you get it out, but you should keep it. Chase harder on the track, so that I can be faster."
Hunter put on his racing suit and walked to the door.
"Ah, that's right."
"What's wrong?"
"Van, you are my super engine."
After that, Hunter strode out.
In front of him is a bright passage, and the view at the end of the passage is extremely wide.
He exhaled, no era will end, whether it belongs to Ciel and Owen, or to him and Winston, they are only part of this turbulent world. He is about to make his own imprint now.
For the first time, he will start from pole.
When the technical officer gave his final instructions, he was so excited that his fingers were shaking.
Hunter raised his head halfway and waited for a long time, but the other party didn't say anything.
Hunter waited patiently, and the other party finally just pressed his shoulder.
"It's come to this point... All the analysis and strategy is not so important. Hope you can run as fast as you can in today's game. We'll be watching you, always watching you."
Hunter smiled: "Okay."
He glanced back at everyone, and said to them with his mouth: "I will come back to see you as soon as possible."
At Albert Park, it was Hunter's first pole start.
There is no opponent in front of him, but he is very clear that behind him is the wave of successive waves.
Either be submerged... or use this kinetic energy to rush to the peak that no one can reach!
Hunter buckled the steering wheel, waiting for the five lights to go out.
At that moment, he rushed out without reservation, the air was smashed by his speed, thousands of horses galloped behind him, and he took the lead to reach the first corner.
He wanted to push the speed to the maximum, only at the last moment to drop sixth gear to third gear. Winston cut in sharply, but was avoided by Hunter's line and rushed towards the second corner.
When the centripetal force put tremendous pressure on Hunter's neck, he gritted his teeth and turned the steering wheel with his arms.
"Oh -" the audience exclaimed one after another.
Owen and Ciel, who were in line behind Winston, were like double-edged swords, trying to pierce his back.
Even from a long distance, people can feel the bursting sense of chasing.
Hunter continued to lead for three laps in a row, the track and the car were completely under his control, and the drivers behind were strangling each other, and the people watching were terrified.
On the fifth lap, Irving passed Winston with superb braking control before Turns 5 and 6, and went straight to Hunter.
Owen's lips curled into a smile, but his teeth were clenched.
He originally thought he could let go of his pursuit of speed and do something more interesting, but in the end he still found... The most interesting thing is always on the track.
He and Hunter entered Turn 7 almost side by side, the track vibrating, almost destroyed by their resonating engines.
There was nothing in Hunter's mind, it was all about feeling.
The control of the wiring and steering wheel is obviously arbitrary but impeccable.
Mr. Cacho in the stands lightly clutched his chest.
"Evan Hunt really matured."
"Is he mature... I just think he's scary..." Audrey Wilson on the side said uncertainly, "It seems like he's going to smash everything, and he won't stop until he achieves his goal..."
"If you know what you want, isn't it mature?"
Hunter ran off the track by a narrow margin and the flanks of the two cars nearly collided, but when the spectators feared that the flag would be issued, they separated extremely tacitly.
Hunter galloped up the straight, and the audience had the illusion of being dragged away from their seats as he passed the line of sight.
The contest between him and Owen lasted for nearly six laps, and Charles and Winston behind him were also fighting fiercely. The two cars seemed to be strangling each other's throats.
Winston came out of the corner strongly, and Charles steadied his line and rushed to the straight.
Hunter decided to make a pit stop on lap 18, and the Marcus team's mechanics, with their tendency to run at high speed, completely surprised the big teams with the speed at which they changed tires.
Hunter was out of the pits, and Winston was already in front of him, with Ciel behind him.
Marcus asked the technical officer on the side nervously: "Did Hunter pit a little early?"
"Not early. We have to trust his feelings."
Hunter followed Winston closely, twitching the corners of his lips.
Baby, it's rare for me to be chased by you, how can I be hugged by you so easily
Ahead is Turn 7, and while some say the best overtaking spot on Albert is the straight, if it's him Evan Hunter...anywhere!
He was short-handed with Winston, and when he rushed into the center of the bend, he had the aura that he would not hesitate to hit the buffer zone, but Hunter's line was so perfect that he couldn't find any faults. However, he gained a greater speed by virtue of the line routing. As soon as he entered the straight, a tail flick even kept pace with Winston, chasing back the time difference of the pit stop in an instant.
The speed of the two was comparable, and the next few consecutive corners did not decide the winner, and the next two laps left the audience frightened and excited at the same time.
"This is the Formula 1 we want to see! It's not just a showcase of ultra-high-performance cars, but it's something that we can never guess the ending of!" Mr. Cacho couldn't help but applaud.
After a few laps, Winston's tangential acceleration timing made Hunter feel superb.
He used his technology to conquer Hunter's cognition, control his thinking, and lock Hunter firmly in his own domain.
Hunter remembered what Winston had said before, that he wanted Hunter to look at him forever.
That desire that is so strong that it surpasses everything else is the same for Hunter
I've been following you for a long time, and this time, Vann Winston—look at me, I'm the only one driving ahead of you!
Hunter endured a very strong centripetal force at the twelfth corner, and continued to pass through the thirteenth corner in sixth gear. He was on a par with Winston, and then the two cars braked at almost the same time. In the folded world, Hunter nimbly controlled the accelerator at a certain moment, and shifted to third gear at the most delicate moment. The balance of the two cars parallel to each other was disrupted at that moment, and the lines were like overlapping swans, Hunter was ahead of schedule. Out of the bend!
"Oh… "
"How did he do that?"
"Beautiful... so pretty!"
The audience was boiling.
Hunter seemed to rush out of the dust, shattering the time limit, and rushing towards the next corner.
But Winston didn't stop there. After he pitted for a tire change, he fought desperately with Ciel, who had caught up. He took the lead again and then opened the prelude to catch up with Hunter.
It was like an endless game, Hunter provoked recklessly, and Winston tried his best to crush, but the more this was the case, the faster and faster they went.
Hunter had just set the fastest lap of the race and was immediately overtaken by Winston.
The dust vibrations on the ground gave the illusion that the planet seemed to be breaking apart, the continuous humming of the engines from far and near, the frenzied shouts of the audience and the sound of the engines merged into the madness of burning everything.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and sunlight struggled to leak through the cracks. The moisture in the air evaporates.
Hunter continued to compete with Winston, and not far behind them were Owen and Charles, who would catch up at any time.
The four cars slowed through turns 15 and 16, braking timing and control beyond anything, the wheels steered, the air pushing against the flanks and tailbone with great force.
When people were worried that they would collide in the corner, many people covered their eyes, but like a miracle, everyone's line was neat but showed strong judgment and control, Hunter avoided All the competitors stand out.
Winston followed closely, and the audience waited eagerly. Winston, who was holding the steering wheel, locked his eyes on Hunter in front of him.
My Hunter... If you want to soar in the vast sky, then I will send you thousands of miles in the sky!
The enthusiasm of the whole world was overwhelmed by Winston's coldness, but Hunter could feel the force behind him that was about to sweep and destroy his world at any time. He heard his own breathing and heartbeat, as the two cars entered the end of the long straight. At that moment, Hunter slammed into the inside line, delayed the brakes, and blocked Winston smartly and quickly when exiting the corner!
Such an instant judgment is like swinging a knife and breaking the water, and the momentum is shocking!
The audience shouted.
Marcus looked at the screen and his teeth were shaking: "Don't be overtaken! Don't be overtaken..."
Just when people were worried that Hunter would be overtaken by Winston if he slowed down the corner, he held his position calmly and then accelerated, pulling everyone's breath and leaving gracefully.
That second was as if time stood still, and then the audience's exclamations continued one after another.
The front is the end of the track. Hunter didn't care anymore, arrogantly stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward with the momentum of a cylinder explosion.
And Winston kept catching up with his red figure from the side, like a huge wave, sending him straight to the sky.
Winston... I've been told that Formula 1 is a contest between out-of-control and self-control.
love you too.
The two cars crossed the line almost side by side.
Not long after Hunt crossed the line, he heard the sound of his tire puncture.
He controls his speed steadily, the world swirls in front of him, the only thing clear is the red Ferrari driving beside him protecting him.
When the results of the final match came out, Marcus' jaw was shaking and he was speechless.
After two seconds of silence, the roar of the Marcus team almost overturned the roof.
Hunt's car finally came to a stop, and he leaned back against the steering wheel, breathing heavily and laughing.
At that moment he finally understood what Irving meant by the opponent being more important than winning or losing.
When you go beyond the speed and the limit you set for yourself... It turns out that the world is still so big, and the track is still so long!
Hunt turned his face sideways and extended his hand to Winston beside him.
No matter where we go, no matter what the variables are in every game, don't leave me.
Because of you, my present and future have been made.
It was Hunter's third time on the Formula 1 championship podium, but it was the first time he passed Winston in a race.
As the media flooded in, Hunter found himself more at ease than each time.
Because praise and fame and fortune can no longer drown him. He knows who he is.
He smiled at the applause from the whole world, with Winston at his side.
Suddenly, Hunter lowered his head and kissed Winston's lips sharply.
Just when there was an uproar in the media thinking that this was just Hunter wanting to express his joy to his best friend, Winston hugged her directly, lost his reason and restraint, and kissed back passionately and frantically.
Ciel, who was standing on the side, twitched the corners of his mouth unhappily, walked down, and clapped.
Two seconds later, applause followed.
Ciel slowly retreated, came to Owen's side, bumped his shoulder and said, "Are you still willing to retire?"
"Ah... It's really arrogant and annoying. Suddenly I feel that it's okay to persist for another three years." Owen said with the corners of his mouth.
"That's right, our era is not over yet. It seems that this year's annual driver's championship is still me, right?"
"Hmm." Owen nodded.
This session of the Grand Prix came to an end after Hunter won the championship with absolute strength, and the kiss after the game became a classic picture that will still be seen many years later.
Charles's Mercedes-Benz team won the championship, and he came first in the drivers' standings. Second was Winston, third was Owen and Hunter was fourth.
Marcus kept looking at the picture of Winston kissing Hunter on the phone, thinking: "I thought they were pure friendship! It feels like my child is still young but secretly falling in love behind my back! They Since when did it get on! Wait... If Hunter can convince Winston to join our team, we can definitely dominate F1 next year!"
The PR manager sighed helplessly: "What is it that makes you feel like this?"
"Shouldn't we be careful about Hunter being poached by Ferrari?" the technical officer said blankly.
At this time, Ferrari's manager also looked at the phone and began to think infinitely: "If Winston can convince Hunter to join us in Ferrari, they can have a good relationship and drive the same color car like a couple's clothes, isn't it? ?"
So, from November to February of the following year, the media speculated constantly, whether Hunter and Winston would be teammates
After the game, Hunt took the initiative to invite everyone to a dinner, and the place turned out to be a fast food burger restaurant!
When Ciel came to the door of the restaurant with his pockets in his pockets, he was extremely depressed.
"I should sing and dance around beautiful women, not come here for some childish... burger dinner... "
Owen, who followed behind him, smiled: "This kid is very popular. Donald from the Sobo team, and Duchovny and Penny, and the Williams team and Force India are also here?"
"Sure enough, I'd better go back." Charles was about to turn around, but Owen grabbed his shoulders. "Don't do that. Burgers make you young!"
"I never feel like I'm getting old!"
"When you think burgers are childish, it's a sign of your aging mind!"
Owen led Shire into the burger joint.
At this time, Hunter was holding his arms and looking at Chen Mobai in front of him.
"I heard you're quitting Formula One."
"It's normal. No matter where you are, some people come and some people leave." Chen Mobai said with a smile.
"I see regret in your eyes. I bet I'll see you next season." Hunter said, raising his chin.
"I can't see that you miss me so much."
"Don't come, because I haven't successfully sent you off the track!" Hunter said with rounded eyes.
"Hahaha, I don't see how you resent me so much. I heard that you are unhappy because Winston and I chatted a few more things between adults."
"What is the topic between adults!"
"Guess what?" Chen Mobai raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I heard that you and Owen had a good time."
"When will Owen and I have a better time?"
"We are pure friendship!" Owen sat down beside Hunter.
"Oh... how pure?" Chen Mobai suddenly raised his foot and kicked Hunter's lower back.
Hunter fell into Owen's arms at once, only to hear a click, and Chen Mobai raised the phone in his hand.
"Mr Hunter, Winston and I must be purer than you and Owen."
After speaking, Chen Mobai took a hamburger and left while biting.
"Hey! You guys have the guts to fight again next year!"
Chen Mobai, who was walking in the night, waved his hand.
Hunter's heart was a little melancholy at that moment.
As Chen Mobai said, in this world, some people enter, and some people naturally leave.
But soon, Hunter found himself in big trouble, as Winston pushed in the door with a cold face.
Even Donald, who was joking around happily, froze there.
Winston glanced at Owen, who was sitting at the dining table teasing Hunter while fighting with Shire.
"What's wrong..." Owen seemed to feel that something was wrong.
Winston threw his phone directly into Hunter's arms.
Hunter opened it and found that it was a text message sent by Chen Mobai to Winston. The edited content was: Your Hunter said that he and Owen were pure friendship!
The photo that followed is the picture of himself being kicked into Owen's arms by Chen Mobai just now.
The shot was too sluggish. It happened that Hunter's hands were on Owen's body, as if he was about to kiss him forcibly.
"Damn it! That bastard! I'm going to hack him to death! I regretted that he was leaving Formula 1 just now!"
"You don't have to feel sorry for him. Marcus invited him to join your team anyway, taking McGrady's place."
"What - the ghost wants to be his teammate!"
Hunter almost exploded.
"But will you explain this picture to me first?"
"Chen Mobai kicked me!" Hunter replied very stubbornly, his eyes full of accusations that "you are not a good friend".
Winston looked at Owen, who nearly choked on the beer.
"Don't look at me... The whole world knows that Hunter is yours..."
"Deserved." Charles snorted softly.
"That... We all still eat burgers! Let's drink beer! Haha! Hahaha!" Donald smiled awkwardly.
"Winston, if you don't like people getting too close to Hunter, you'll have a nervous breakdown one day," Ciel said in an elderly voice.
"Or, I'll make amends by pretending to be a male rabbit?" Owen looked at Winston teasingly.
"The devil wants to see your male rabbit!" Hunter got goosebumps.
"Hahaha! Owen's male rabbit is the most beautiful!" I don't know who said this stupidly.
As a result, the originally rigid atmosphere of this small hamburger restaurant suddenly became warm.
At midnight, everyone got up and prepared to go back to their hotel.
Winston and Hunter walked side by side. Gradually, Hunter suddenly deliberately slowed down his pace and looked at Winston's forward back.
Just when Winston realized something and turned around, Hunter suddenly rushed over and jumped on Winston's back in an instant.
As if he knew he was going to do it, Winston fished down and lifted his leg.
"Hahaha!" Hunter laughed.
Winston lifted up and walked steadily forward.
"Hey, I think this year is my lucky year. And a lucky year for everyone!"
"Like what?" Winston asked, looking sideways.
"I won the championship!"
"Yeah." Winston chuckled.
"Owen and Ciel are going to delay their retirement!"
"Um."
"Xiaoxi seems to be in a relationship with an alumni who has never met, and has made an appointment to meet at a coffee shop outside MIT in three days!"
"Well." The smile in Winston's voice became more pronounced.
"I think I should follow the past." Hunter said seriously.
"why?"
"If he has bad intentions towards Xiaoxi, of course I will protect him! Xiaoxi is like my own sister!"
"Then don't go. I guess you won't be able to take advantage of that guy."
"why?"
"Trust me. That person must be the best person for Xiaoxi."
"Really? And! And! You know what? Shen Chuan proposed to her girlfriend today! They were about to break up!"
Winston paused, with a small smile on his lips: "Well. That engagement ring must be beautiful."
"Yes! And I told you, I ordered a new car!"
"You stop driving your little jeep?"
"I left it in the garage as a souvenir. I haven't told you about my new car yet..."
"Hunter, I also think this year is my lucky year." Winston said suddenly.
"Really?" Hunter asked curiously.
"Because you love me, from this year onwards, we will always be together. Everything is going in the direction I am most looking forward to."
Hunter showed a big smile.
"Of course. Vann..."
"Um?"
"The direction I am most looking forward to is that you and I rule this extremely fast field together."
Winston stopped.
Hunter's voice was not loud, but he was as firm as a rock.
"There will be countless people who will challenge us in the future, but no one will ever beat us."
Hunter lay on Winston's back and looked up at the endless night sky.
"Of course, my king," Winston replied with a chuckle.
Hunter smiled and kissed the back of his head.
The Xinghai was clearly still, but the future was brewing with changing circumstances.
This is the time for everyone.
The author has something to say: This article ends here.
Pang Gua has been transparent for eight years in Jinjiang, and writing has become my habit unconsciously. In fact, every year or two I find that my readers have changed a lot of feelings. Everyone has grown up and is running around for their own lives. Maybe they no longer read the text and have more important or interesting things to do, and I am still here.
In fact, it is not a good thing that writing has become a habit. Panggua always feels that only when there is emotion in his heart will he have the desire to express, but I don’t know when it started, I became numb, and just wrote for the sake of writing. This article has brought me back a little bit of my desire for emotional expression. I don't know how many years I will be able to write, but I hope that my next articles will be full of emotions, so that everyone will feel like they are in love.
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