"Of course it is," replied Winston.
"Hahaha! I'm so lucky to meet you!" Hunter suddenly lowered his body, hugged Winston's leg, and picked him up.
"What are you doing!" Winston squeezed his shoulders.
"Bru said I would hug your thigh! I feel wronged in my heart! But I can't let him swallow what he said! So I can only really hug your thigh!" Hunter narrowed his eyes, indifferent Laughing breathlessly.
Winston looked down at him, and the big boy's eyes were full of him.
Unique, filling the entire world as far as the eye can see.
Just when Hunter was about to put him down, Winston turned his face sideways, looked at him coolly and said, "Then don't let me down if you have the ability."
"what?"
"I like this height. When I'm satisfied, you can let it go."
"No, I'm just joking, are you really angry?" Hunter's expression was a little terrified.
This panic gave Winston an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
"I'm not angry. I really like your joke, you just let me like it a little longer."
"Isn't it... Just hug you and make you angry?" Hunter's expression was like a lion cub. He wanted to tease an adult male lion, thinking that the other party would not take him seriously. Who knows the male lion One slapped him on the waist, and now it's not up, and it's not down either.
"If you just hold me like this, I won't be angry."
There was no expression on Winston's face, save for a hand resting lightly on Hunter's shoulder.
From time to time, pedestrians passed by and looked at them with strange eyes.
Hunter was embarrassed at first, then showed a broken jar and smashed the expression, and directly held Winston upside down.
"Okay, if you like it, then I'll hold you."
I can't believe that under so much attention, Winston can't ask him to let him down.
As it turns out, Hunter underestimated Winston, a man who can automatically filter for people and things he doesn't care about.
For five full minutes, Winston didn't even move.
Although it is said that controlling the steering wheel of F1 requires extremely strong arm strength, Winston's weight is not light, and he is relatively high in the racing hands, and his muscle density is large. After Hunter persisted for a quarter of an hour, he was a little... Not anymore.
"Well, we're just a little bored like this, how about you take out your phone and play some music?" Hunter asked the other party.
"Your arms are shaking a little, can't you hold on?" Winston asked.
"I can't hold on? I'm fine with the game for more than two hours. It's only a few minutes?"
Hunter's self-esteem took a small hit.
"I see." Winston raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "A quarter of an hour has passed, and there are still one hour and forty-five minutes."
Hunter's internal organs and six lungs trembled.
"You are heavier than the steering wheel..."
"Then do you want to let me down?"
"think… "
"Then let it go."
Hunter was amnesty and released Winston.
"Let's go and see the striptease you said."
Hunter quickly followed, his arms were still slightly sore, but he couldn't help but put his head together.
"Hey! You're not mad at me, are you? I heard that you have a cleanliness addiction and generally don't let others touch you. Are you mad at me because of this?"
Winston stopped abruptly, and Hunter bumped directly behind him.
"Where did you hear that?"
"Can not remember… "
"If I had a cleanliness addiction, I would turn around as soon as I walked into your apartment."
"Ah... that makes sense..."
"I wouldn't want to sleep in your bed at night."
"... Also." Hunter's expression "makes sense".
"You're covered in sweat after dancing, and I won't bear you holding me for so long."
"Yes, then you shouldn't have a cleanliness addiction!"
"Where's the bar you're going to?"
"Are you really going?"
"Learn."
"Study what? How to strip?" Hunter found himself unable to keep up with Winston's mind.
"How to run a bar."
"Oh... you really want to open a bar?"
"Um."
"Suddenly I have the feeling that I am friends with the rich."
Winston said so, and Hunter decided to take him to a better bar to "see and see".
The light in this bar is not as gloomy as a normal bar, but the cold light creates a mysterious and ambiguous feeling. The drinks here are not cheap, because they came late and couldn't be in the middle.
On the steel pipe on the stage, there are already several graceful women performing.
Different from the pole striptease in general bars, the dance here is obviously specially choreographed, and every turn, the process of falling from top to bottom, is full of intriguing hints.
Hunter ordered Winston's signature "FLASH", but he only wanted a glass of lemonade.
He watched the performance on stage with wide eyes and jumped off the bar chair after a while.
"I'm going to the bathroom!"
"So you have a reaction?" Winston's cold voice penetrated the ambiguous music and breathing, and entered Hunter's ears.
Hunter lowered his head and glanced at Winston: "Wow... Your guy looks so big... Stop holding on, it will affect your health!"
After that, Hunter squeezed out the standing crowd and went to the bathroom.
Two seconds later, Winston also left the bar chair and followed Hunter.
As a result, what they didn't expect was that the bathroom was full of people, not people who went to the toilet, but people who were doing things in it.
"These guys... can't they go to the hotel and open a room?"
Hunter's face turned green.
"What about you?"
Winston's voice came from behind Hunter, and Hunter turned to look at each other.
"You... why are you here?"
"Or if I block you, get out quickly. Holding it for too long will affect your health."
Winston directly returned Hunter's words to him.
Hunter's face grimaced.
He turned away, facing the wall, with Winston's back against him.
There were people entering the bathroom all the time, and there were also people who tried to scold the people who were doing things inside.
Hunter was over in less than a minute.
"So soon?" Winston said when he heard Hunter's zipper.
"I... I can last a long time normally!" Hunter's voice sounded like his pride had been stabbed countless times.
"Go back tonight and I'll help you time?" Winston said, walking towards the bathroom door.
"No? Is what you said true or false?"
"Of course it's fake, am I that boring?" Winston asked coolly.
"Aren't you bored? Who asked me to hold his thigh for a quarter of an hour on the street just now?"
"It's not that I'm bored, it's that you're bored."
Hunter showed a stunned expression again.
When they returned, they found that their original location was gone.
Hunter lost his previous interest.
The two were on their way back.
"Hey, what are your thoughts after going to the bar just now?"
"To keep the number of toilets," Winston replied.
Hunter immediately burst out laughing.
The two will arrive at Hunter's small apartment and book a flight to England tomorrow afternoon.
Hunter, who always fell asleep with his pillow on, got up frequently in the second half of the night to go to the bathroom.
When he came back from the bathroom for the fourth time, Winston turned on the bedside lamp.
The room lit up instantly, and Hunter stretched out his hand to cover his eyes a little uncomfortably.
"What's the matter with you?" Winston frowned.
Because at this moment, Hunter not only had his hair wet with sweat, his lips were also white, and his face was ugly.
"I don't know... I feel like my stomach is twisting up all the time, it hurts for a while... I have no strength..." Hunter shook back, "I'm sorry for waking you up."
Winston reached out and touched Hunter's forehead: "You look like acute gastroenteritis. But we both eat the same thing all day. Unless there's something wrong with the drink you're drinking at the bar. "
"It shouldn't be..." Hunter looked very tired.
"After you come back, what else did you eat?"
"...while you went to the shower, I had a cup of yogurt..."
Winston got up, walked over to the trash can, found the yogurt box, glanced at the date, and turned around and said coldly, "It's expired for three months, don't you know?"
“… expired? I don’t remember…”
"Get dressed and I'll take you to the hospital."
"Going to the hospital..."
"Do you want to be dehydrated? You have to recover before the next race."
Winston's attitude was tough.
Hunter had no choice but to put on his clothes.
When he came to the door, he should have lowered his body to tie his shoelaces, but his body swayed. As soon as he sighed, Winston lowered his body and knelt in front of him on one knee, tying the shoelaces with his fingers deftly. .
"Thank you... It's such an honor to have the God of Formula 1 get down on one knee to tie my shoelaces... I don't even have the strength to take pictures."
"Wait when you're well, just shoot whatever you want."
When I went to the hospital, as Winston said it was acute gastroenteritis, the hospital arranged an infusion for Hunter.
In the morning, the stomach pain was relieved, and Hunter's face looked much better.
It's just that when he called Marcus, he was scolded badly.
Winston just sat beside him coldly, looking at Hunter indifferently.
I definitely won't be able to rush to the UK this afternoon. Fortunately, the free practice session will not start until next week.
When he hung up the phone, Hunter let out a long breath.
"I'm sorry... I'll change the ticket now, you can go to the UK first." Hunter looked at Winston and said pitifully.
"No, I have already changed the tickets for both of us, and we will go to the UK the day after tomorrow."
"Ah, what... Mr. Miller of Ferrari must hate me..."
"My performance is more stable than yours and I have more experience than you. Absence of some pre-match discussions will not affect my final results."
Hunter once again showed an expression of being struck but unable to refute.
After a few minutes of silence, Hunter suddenly said, "Thank you."
"Thank you for what?"
"The most precious thing to a person is time. Thank you for being here with me."
"nothing."
Hunt turned his face to Winston: "The infusion is so boring... Can you talk to me?"
"What do you want to say?"
"You are so cold... I have to find a topic with you every time... "
"Okay then, I'll talk about it. Why didn't you order yourself a glass of wine last night?"
"... I'm not old enough to use the ID that Bruce lent me when I entered."
Winston tilted his head, his expression clearly saying: This is not the answer.
"Okay, okay... It's because of my dad. He was a stock manager on Wall Street, went bankrupt after a failed investment, and was down and drinking. My mother couldn't take it and left the house. I race karts, and I still have the prize money. Quite a few, part of it was used to pay off debts, and part of it was used by him to buy wine. One day the year before, I smashed all the wine bottles, got into a fight with him, he rushed out the door to continue to buy wine, and then... something happened … So I… "
Hunter's voice became more and more trembling, and tears flowed from his eyes unconsciously.
Winston was silent, and Hunter reached out and wiped away his tears.
He tried to hold back, but his chest trembled even more.
Winston suddenly stretched out his arm, picked him up from the bed, and pushed him into his arms.
"Cry if you want to cry."
Winston's voice was very soft, but it gently opened a hole in Hunter's heart, and the liquid that had been accumulated for too long gushed out.
Hunter choked, then whimpered, then burst out.
Winston's fingers dug into his hair, pressing lightly on the back of his head.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
Hunter asked when leaving the hospital.
"Why did you grab my hand that time?" Winston asked rhetorically.
"Because you happened to be standing by my side, I thought you were Miley!"
"And because you're by my side, but I don't see you as someone else," Winston replied.
When they got back to Hunter's apartment, they saw Winston open Hunter's refrigerator and take out almost everything inside and throw it away.
What ketchup, cheese, cheese bread slices, yogurt, chipotle sauce, even frozen steak.
The action of throwing things is refreshing and handsome.
"Hey! That frozen steak is definitely not expired!" Hunter wanted to save.
"It will expire in one month. It is not very likely that you will come back this month." Winston said, looking at Hunter.
Hunter was immediately at a loss for words.
"Look at the date before eating in the future."
"Oh… "
"But I guess you won't mind it either."
Winston hit the nail on the head.
They booked a flight to the UK the next day, packed their bags at night, and sat on the sofa watching TV.
Winston was clearly not interested in television, and watched the financial magazine of the month with great concentration.
Hunter also felt that there was no interesting program in the evening, so he took out his mobile phone and began to dismiss the music.
Because he had not been charged in the hospital, his mobile phone stopped working just after turning it on, so he could only use it to charge.
"Hey, don't you use a cell phone?" Hunter bumped Winston with his elbow.
"Need not."
"Then lend me a play?"
"What are you going to play?"
"… Xiao Xiaole."
"I won't let you play childish games on my phone."
Hunter's expectations dimmed.
"Okay... I watch TV."
Because the charging cable was not long enough, Hunter couldn't sit on the sofa and play with his mobile phone. He could only watch TV boredly with his head up.
After changing channels more than a dozen times, Hunter still couldn't find what he wanted to watch. In the end, he stayed on the shopping channel, which was selling some special men's products, such as... handmade cups.
The host described it very enthusiastically, and praised this handicraft cup to the sky and the ground.
Hunter showed a very longing expression and said with emotion: "I really want to buy one!"
Suddenly something hit him on the head.
"Ouch!"
Looking down, he found that it was Winston's mobile phone that fell.
"You take it."
"You asked me to download Xiaoxiaole?"
"Yes, I let you download Xiaoxiaole, and you can change the channel for me immediately."
After being stunned for two seconds, Hunter clutched his stomach and laughed loudly, then hugged Winston's cell phone contentedly and played with Xiaoxiao until the battery ran out.
Arriving at Silverstone the next day, Hunter was scolded as a pig's head for his round with the team.
In the free practice game, Hunter's performance was not greatly affected by the previous gastroenteritis.
He was secretly glad that in order to avoid Marcus' nagging, he took a cigarette and hid in a corner, squinting, leaning back on the steps, looking at the sky.
At this time, the phone vibrated, and it was a text message from Winston: Where are you
Hunter smiled, replied to the other party's address, and asked by the way: What are you looking for me for
The other party replied: smoking.
Hunt couldn't help laughing.
A few minutes later, Winston came to Hunter's side.
"You're so slow, I'm about to finish my cigarettes!"
Winston sat down and Hunt handed the other cigarette, which had been crushed and broken.
"Hey, I don't think you are the kind of person who needs to smoke to refresh or relax before the game. Because you have a strong ability to manage emotions." Hunter asked curiously.
"Because you need it."
"Hahaha, so you're here to accompany me?" Hunter raised his arm and put his arm around Winston's shoulder. "After that, every game after that, I will send a text message to tell you where I'm hiding to smoke?"
Winston did not speak.
In this game, Winston beat Owen and Shire, while Hunter got sixth.
After the game, the two met for a dinner.
Hunter suddenly thought of something and walked to a flower shop.
"You want to buy flowers?" said Winston, who was walking beside him.
"Yeah. That guy Marcus insisted that I order flowers for Audrey Wilson, and wanted her to write more good things about me in the article." Hunter shrugged helplessly.
"Send roses?"
"I don't want to give it! Roses are to be given to those you like!"
With his pockets in his pocket, Hunter casually browsed the various flowers in the flower shop.
"Ah, Winston, you have good taste. Help me choose. If you don't take it seriously, you'll be annoying to Marcus..." Hunter sighed.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't send her flowers."
"yes?"
"Just beat me."
Hunter laughed, but chose flowers in the end.
The clerk handed the card to Hunter, who bit his pen for a long time and didn't know what to say, and finally just wrote a few words casually.
After leaving the flower shop, the two walked back to the hotel.
The street lamp was soft and slender, and Hunter suddenly patted Winston on the shoulder, squinting and smiling and said, "Hey! I met you, remember you, this world is born for confrontation, and your soul is born for me."
"Where did you see it?" said Winston, frowning slightly.
"The back of that card just now!" Hunter said with a smile.
"You're wrong," replied Winston.
"Remember? Where have you seen these words?" Hunter asked reluctantly.
"I met you, I remember you. The city was born for love, and you were born for my soul."
Winston's voice was soft, as if it could easily be blown away by the evening wind.
"Cut... where did you read it?"
"That's Duras' Lover."
"Oh, I still think my version is more suitable for me and you." Hunter replied nonchalantly.
"I prefer the original."
"It was really good at first, if it were me... I would use it when proposing! Maybe I could abduct each other, hahaha!"
Hunter's heartless laughter sounded.
When he came to the door of the hotel, Hunter suddenly stopped.
"Ah... I don't want to go back to sleep."
"So what do you want to do?" Winston asked.
"Let's go to the movies? I just noticed a small theater on the way back!"
Hunter probably remembered Winston's work and rest habits, and the regularity seemed to him like a monk, how could he go to watch a movie in the night theater with him.
"Okay. Let's go."
Hunter's eyes lit up, and he put his face on the other person's shoulder and said, "Oh! I'm getting used to having you act with me! If one day you marry a housekeeper, what will I do!"
"Then don't marry."
"Yes, you still marry me!"
"You don't have the ability to marry me."
"You wait, one day I will crush you on the track!"
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"What is that? Are you saying that I don't have any money like you?" said Hunter in disbelief.
Winston lowered his eyes: "Mr. Hunter, who came out in less than a minute, do you think you have any capital to marry me?"
"I was in a hurry when I couldn't use the bathroom!"
"Put me in a hurry, I can make you unable to get up for the rest of your life."
"Shit!" Hunter gave a big middle finger.
When the two arrived at the so-called small theater, they seemed to be playing some independent films, so they were relatively unpopular. There were no more than three rows in a small theater. When they entered, only the last row was left.
The first two rows are all couples, hugging each other, listening to the sound of tsk tsk and knowing that the kiss is in full swing.
Hunter didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He fell back on his chair and assumed a lazy pose.
Winston sat down beside him.
The film has won some awards, and the name is "Fast Murder." Hunter chose the film partly because both of the main characters were race car drivers, and partly because one of the main characters was named Hunter.
The plot is so cruel that Hunter turned his face to the side, but he couldn't help but keep watching.
It was not until the end, when the two drivers drove towards the end of the picture, that Hunter exhaled heavily to each other.
It was already two o'clock in the morning.
Hunter remained silent until Winston, who was walking side by side, suddenly said, "What's the matter with you?"
"I'm just thinking, if one day you and I quit F1, will we get farther and farther away from each other and become more and more lonely." Hunter lowered his head with a serious expression.
"Won't."
"Then what do you think we will do?" Hunter asked curiously.
"Travel around the world."
"Oh, where to go? I haven't even had a good time in England!"
"Then start with England."
"Okay! I'm going on the London Eye, tomorrow!"
"it is good."
"anything else?"
"Go to Sapporo for a hot spring."
"I feel very comfortable when I think about it." Hunter closed his eyes and sighed, as if he was already sitting in the hot spring pool.
"Go to Dubai for sand washing."
"I like!"
"Go diving in Tahiti."
"Do you know?"
"I will, I will take you with me."
"Okay! What else?"
"Santorini, sunrise on the left, sunset on the right."
"Why does it sound like a honeymoon? Your wife will definitely hate me!"
"With you. I shouldn't be able to marry anyone else."
"Hahaha! Thank you, and sorry to the future Mrs. Winston."
Hunter stopped suddenly, and Winston looked back at him.
"What's wrong?"
"I was just thinking... life is like a Formula 1 circuit, lap after lap with repeating corners. I've been chasing you, wanting to meet you, what if we miss?" Heng Tetsu looked at Winston deeply and said.
"Then in the next lap, I will definitely catch you."
In Winston's eyes, Hunter smiled as he received the greatest gift of his life.
"Then please do it, no matter what..."
Hunter looked at Winston with a rare persistence.
"No matter what, I will catch you."
Because you are my end.
The two walked side by side under the street lights.
The author has something to say: Winston: Maybe you are obsessed with me too...
Hunter: So we'll meet again on the next lap.