Ciel stood in front of the mirror, arranging his suit and bow tie very carefully.
This is not his first wedding, he has had four failed or short-lived marriages, and the wedding marches and the church and even the wedding vows are more familiar to him than the average person.
But this time, he was nervous.
His hairstyle, whether his collar is flat, whether his cuffs are perfect, when he looks at himself in the mirror, he even wonders why he can't look as young as that guy.
Because he was going to attend the wedding of his opponent of fifteen years, or his only friend, Lawrence Owen.
Owen is different from himself. He is free and unrestrained all his life. If he is willing to marry one day, then Charles believes that it must be a lifetime.
Unlike his flowing love and marriage, a guy like Owen, once identified, never changes.
Suddenly, Ciel suddenly remembered the first time he saw that guy many, many years ago.
At that time, I was full of self-confidence, like the scorching sun at noon, I never put anyone in my eyes, not even those top drivers sought after by thousands of media.
Because Ciel knew that he would pick them down one by one.
On the first test drive in the Lotus team, his teammates showed superb driving ability. Every time he turned a corner, Charles felt that he was being provoked, and even changed from provocation to becoming more and more aggressive. It became more and more like some kind of ambiguous joke, which made Ciel feel the urge to go all out for the test drive for the first time.
This test drive left Ciel still unfinished. When he walked down, the guy on the opposite side took off his helmet and tore off the fire cover. The flaxen hair swayed gently, the ends of the hair were dotted with sunlight, and there was a hint of romance in the green eyes.
This is the first time Charles has seen such a good-looking guy. Is he a man? or female
Just when Ciel was stunned, the other party walked past him with his helmet on, and whistled softly.
There was a smile on the corner of the guy's lips, and his mouth seemed to say: Don't be obsessed with me, I'm straight.
An unnamed karma ignited in his heart, and the fifteen-year battle between the two began.
At this moment, Ciel was holding the steering wheel in both hands, waiting for the red light at the intersection, and suddenly wondered in his heart, what would Owen look like in a wedding dress? What kind of smile will be on your face
Sighing, Ciel whispered: "You must be the happiest woman in the world, because he is actually a very good man."
There are still ten seconds left at the red light. Ciel suddenly remembered the first time he was seriously injured in a race ten years ago. The entire car was like being crushed into powder. He was sent to the hospital because of a concussion.
When he woke up, he had casts on his thighs and neck. At that moment, he had a trace of fear.
Ten years ago, the safety of racing cars was not as good as it is now, and such an injury would not only ruin his racing career, but his life as well.
Fortunately, the team told him that as long as he recovers, he can continue to race, but he will just miss the next entire season.
"Did you know that after this game, Irving came to see you in the hospital without being interviewed by the media after the game?" the assistant told him.
"What are you looking at me? You reassure him that I'm not dead!" Charles imagined Owen's sneering expression when he saw him lying motionless on the bed.
"You haven't woken up. He stayed with you in your ward for more than two hours. He didn't leave until your fiancée came."
Charles' heart was stabbed.
Almost every day, Ciel would have an unhappy conversation with his fiancée. Like this day, for example.
They were sitting on the hospital bench, Charles squinting in the sun, he stretched out his hand, watched the sun pass between his fingers, and imagined the humming of the engines and the air on the track. The sound of cracking.
"Charle, are you listening to me?" his fiancee Monica said dissatisfiedly.
"I'm listening. You want me to give up racing, right?"
"Yes! You don't know how I feel when I see your car hit and fly! I can't live in fear for you forever!"
"It's like I'm bad at skills and I'll crash every time." Ciel smiled and looked at each other.
He likes Monica's pretty face, the way she cares about him, and her scorched desserts, but it's a pity... Monica will never understand his pursuit of speed and limit.
In her heart, she is always just a crazy adventurer.
"It's not about your skills... it's about my fear of losing you. You just have to tell me, can you stop? Can I ask you to stop?" Monica's tears fell.
So soft, so soft that one wants to be embraced.
However, he couldn't stop.
"You know that at the moment of the crash, what I worried about was not whether I would die, but whether I would still be able to race?" Ciel looked at her seriously.
"I see. I don't think we need to go any further." Monica turned around and pushed the wheelchair away.
"Hey! Monica! Leave the wheelchair for me anyway!" Ciel shouted.
Monica left without looking back.
Ciel smiled self-deprecatingly, closed his eyes, and continued to face the sky.
He wouldn't jump back on one leg, he could only wait for the nurse in the ward to find that he hadn't come out to look for him after dinner time.
A shadow stood in front of him, and Charles opened his eyes to see Owen's beautiful green eyes.
"Oh... Goddamn it, how could it be you..." Xia Er raised his arms, and the appearance of wearing a plaster and wearing a collar was so ridiculous.
"I'm going to the next race tomorrow. So I came to see you specially." Owen said with a smile.
"Will you be so kind?" Charles snorted softly.
"Do you still hate that last year I made men pretend to be beautiful women to make fun of you?"
"Do you think it's funny?" Charles snorted coldly.
"It's funny. It's even cuter now." Owen squinted and smiled.
Ciel lifted the cast mercilessly and smashed it at the opponent's leg, but Owen avoided it.
"Hey! If you hurt me, who will carry you back?"
"It's like you're going to carry me back?"
"Yeah." Owen came to Ciel, turned his back to him, and squatted down, "Come up, I'll carry you back."
Ciel squinted at the other party, imagining in his mind the scene of kicking this guy wildly.
"Are you thinking of just kicking me down like this?" Owen asked with a smile.
Charles couldn't see his expression.
"You can't offend a woman without offending a woman."
After speaking, Ciel stood up on one foot and put his arm on the opponent's shoulder. Owen really carried him on his back and gave him a slight upward jolt.
There is a very refreshing smell of shampoo between his flaxen hair, and Ciel is only slightly close, and Owen's hair brushes the tip of his nose lightly, a little itchy.
"Thank you for visiting me." Charles said in a sullen voice.
"Hmm. Does my shoulder make you feel safe?"
"You think too much." Charles snorted softly.
"It's time for you to lose weight, otherwise it will be too much gas."
"none of your business."
Owen put him back on the hospital bed and said a few words. When parting, Ciel raised his chin and said, "Don't let this season's individual points champion go to another place."
Owen, who was about to leave, suddenly returned to the bed, leaned down, and put one hand on Ciel's pillow, with a faint smile: "It's rare, you have something to ask me?"
"You're out of your mind? I beg your ass!" Charles pointed his middle finger at him.
"Goodbye, Rudolph."
Owen turned to leave, and Ciel remembered unhappily that this guy would call him "Rudolph" as if he knew him well every time he finished playing. But this time, have you been fooled by him
For the rest of the day, Ciel lay in the hospital bed, brushing Owen's record of keeping the top three in every race, and really won the championship this season.
And Ciel, closed his eyes and saw that he and Owen had never fought before, constantly simulating the details that surpassed each other.
The beating of the heart, the temperature of the fingertips, have become different.
And the training time on the hospital bed is so difficult.
Shire's phone still has the text Irving sent him at the end of the last race: I've won the championship, but the season without you is boring.
Before Christmas this year, Ciel Lightning got married, and the object was not Monica, but a little nurse who had accompanied him for two whole months.
Ciel called Owen: "Hey, I'm getting married, do you want to be the best man?"
Owen's laughter came from the other end of the phone: "You said that you are usually arrogant and domineering to offend too many people, don't you even have friends? The best man actually asked me to be the best man?"
Charles did not speak.
Maybe it's all his wishful thinking that Owen is his best friend. This kind of friend is different from drinking beer and chatting with each other. It is a more special existence than the so-called "friend".
But Owen's laughter made Ciel feel that his self-esteem was hurt for the first time.
"I'm just joking, the purpose is just to inform you that I'm getting married."
Ciel tried to keep his voice as assertive as ever.
"Hey, Rudolph." Owen's voice was a little softer on the other end of the phone.
"What's wrong?"
"It's easy to fall in love because you need to feel loved and cared for, not to satisfy your older man's ego, but your insecurity."
"Don't talk like you know me well."
Owen chuckled: "Rudolph, when you meet someone who makes you feel very secure, you can inform me and I will be your best man."
"Hey, are you cursing me for a divorce?"
"No. I would never be someone's best man. If it were you, I would. But I only intend to do it once in my life. So tell me when you think about it."
At that moment, Charles suddenly wasn't angry with him at all.
"it is good."
Marriage and love are two different things.
Shire's first marriage ended in a flurry.
When we got married, Owen didn't come.
On the first night of signing the divorce agreement, Owen drove for more than an hour for the first time to accompany Charles to drink in the bar.
"It was my fault. I didn't have enough time with her and I didn't take care of her," Charles said, looking at the big glass of beer.
"You are all right. Knowing someone always comes at a price. Marriage also counts."
After drinking the beer, the two went to play a game of bowling, and Shire lost so badly that he wanted to hit the floor with the ball.
"It's just bowling, don't be so impatient." Owen's voice was slow and long.
Ciel let out a breath and threw the ball out like Owen, showing a grand slam.
"Look, right?"
The next season will be very fulfilling for Ciel. Because every game has to do his best, focus to explode, because his opponent is Irving. His brain simulation and training for several months finally showed, and he won this season's individual points championship with a 2-point advantage.
"Congratulations." Owen hugged him with a smile, but pinched him so hard that the media couldn't see him.
Charles was so angry that he wanted to kick him.
But this guy always smiles lightly, no matter how sharp the battle is, he will accept any result calmly.
Later, when Shire got married again, he made a phone call to tell Owen.
"Want me to be your best man?" Owen asked.
"Well... I'm not sure either. If it really doesn't work, you can be my son's best man."
"it is good."
Presumably because of this uncertainty, Shire's wife was revealed to have fallen in love with Shire's accountant during the season. There was speculation in the media that this would affect Shire's game, but he neatly took the title again by a narrow margin from Irving, and then neatly sent his second wife a divorce settlement.
After the signing, Ciel drove more than an hour to the city where Owen was located. The two played billiards for several days in a row, and Ciel both lost.
"How do you feel about this divorce?"
While eating together, Owen asked him, dragging his chin.
"What do you feel when you look at my second failed marriage?"
"Love comes inexplicably and leaves inexplicably," Owen said.
"So, when you don't love each other, let each other free, so that you won't have too many complaints when you think of love." Ciel replied.
"Rudolph."
"Um?"
"Actually, you are a gentleman and gentle with women. You need to be loved, but you never force it."
"thanks."
After two consecutive seasons, Irving won the championship.
And in the third year after the divorce, Charles fell in love again.
The other party is a female lawyer.
"Female lawyer... will it be very strong?"
When Owen and Shire met in the tunnel of the Grand Prix, Owen and him chatted.
"yes."
"Oh... you like being in control." Owen rubbed his chin pretending to understand.
"Hey! What are you thinking about!" Ciel glared at him.
"What do you think I'm thinking?" Owen asked.
"It's not a good thing anyway!"
"You said, when you were doing things, was it you or she was there?"
"none of your business!"
"Ah, it looks like she's up there, because you're blushing."
"Lawrence Owen—"
Ciel really wanted to beat this guy to death, holding him by the collar, but he couldn't keep his eyes on him.
"Hey, do you want me to be the best man?" he asked with his chin up.
Ciel suddenly remembered what he looked like the first time he saw him, this guy still hasn't changed, with a beautiful face... and beautiful eyes.
"don't want!"
"Female lawyer, you will definitely lose a lot of money when you get a divorce!"
"none of your business!"
"Rudolph..."
"What?" Ciel really didn't understand why he should ignore this guy.
"You are really brave." Owen smiled, but there was seriousness in his eyes.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because every time you love seriously, but what you want will never get there."
Ciel rolled his eyes: "If you curse me again, I will really beat you!"
This marriage lasted the longest, because Shire's third wife was an independent woman with her own career. They respected each other, enjoyed each other when they were together, and lived a full life when they couldn't see each other.
On the third anniversary of Shire's marriage, Owen sent him a text message: Do you regret not letting me be your best man
Charles looked at the text message and smiled helplessly: No.
He didn't know why he said that, but his marriage was indeed coming to an end.
The seemingly independent and uninterrupted life gradually turned into a gulf, and Ciel found that he and her had nothing to talk about.
The divorce was peaceful and didn't split half of his money or anything like Owen said. Hers is still hers, Ciel's is still Ciel's, like they've never been together.
"You're about to become a master of divorce," Owen said on the phone.
"How about we go on a trip together?" Charles asked suddenly.
A little regretful after asking.
It's not going to be fun anywhere with this guy who always annoys him.
"I want to go to Santorini."
"You don't want to get married, what are you doing there?"
"Sunrise on the left hand, sunset on the right hand, in a blink of an eye, it's a lifetime."
"Lawrence, haven't you thought about getting married? Or with one person forever?"
"Yes, I have."
"with who?"
"With you."
Charles nearly choked on his own saliva.
"We're racing through everything, and there's no end to it," Irving said.
Charles' eyes were inexplicably hot.
"I want, too."
Before they knew it, they had been in Formula One for thirteen years.
Charles also ushered in his fourth marriage, and the other party was also a woman who had a failed marriage with two children.
Charles liked her and liked her children.
"This time, should I be your best man?" Owen asked.
Charles smiled: "Wait a minute."
"But I always feel that this should be the last time."
"why?"
"Because we're not young anymore, we can't be on a rampage forever. You'll settle down too."
It was only then that Shire realized that many drivers at their age would choose to retire.
"I won't stop unless you're tired," Ciel replied.
"okay."
This year, they met a very talented and troublesome young man, Vann Winston.
He was like a sharp blade, piercing their world.
"Suddenly I feel interesting. If only this kid appeared earlier."
Owen and Ciel were sitting in a small dining room, Owen propped his chin and looked out the window.
Ciel's brows furrowed, and he kicked the opponent directly under the table.
"Hey! You bastard! Did I bore you in the old days?"
"You do make me bored because you're so playful. If you weren't even there, I'd be bored to death."
"Then here's a news that makes you more boring."
"what?"
"I am divorced."
Owen didn't even look surprised, just raised his eyes lightly: "What's the reason?"
"She didn't think I would be a good father."
"But you like children a lot."
"Loving children and being a good father are two different things."
After two seconds of silence, Owen replied, "I'm sorry, Rudolph."
"Well..." "You really like the feeling of home she brings to you."
"Um."
"You should let me be your best man, maybe forever."
"Because you said that you will only be the best man once in your life, so I feel very solemn. It seems that every time is not the most important moment." Ciel replied.
"thanks."
After fifteen years of acquaintance with Owen, finally this guy is getting married.
For some reason, Ciel felt that Owen's marriage was different from his own.
As long as he falls in love, he will have the urge to get married if he wants to live together, but this guy Owen... What he pursues is inner peace.
He's the type of person who only gets married once in his life.
Within an hour of driving to church, he recalled almost the entire time he had known the guy.
Charles suddenly realized that none of his four marriages combined might have been with Owen for as long, and he hadn't realized it before.
When he parked the car and came to the church, he was going to say a few emotional words, and then saw the guests leaving, only Owen's assistant was standing by, and Winston just stood there with a blank face, Hunter Then he grabbed the back of his head a little embarrassedly and didn't know what to comfort.
"What's wrong?" Charles asked.
"It's nothing, the bride ran away." Owen looked up and said with a smile.
"Run... run?" Ciel couldn't react.
"Don't be like this, at least you have four failed marriages, I haven't yet." Owen still looked like nothing.
"Why did she run away?" Charles asked again.
This guy, Owen, has a beautiful face and understands taste. Ciel can't think of any woman who promised to marry him and run away
"Because she's a scammer. She doesn't want to lie to me anymore." Owen said helplessly, spreading his hands.
The subtext is: I am so affectionate, and the fraudsters are touched by me.
"What do you say now? I drove here for over an hour!" Ciel scratched his head hard.
"You can go to another wedding."
"what?"
"Winston and Hunter's. I lent them my priest."
"Oh... haven't I seen enough this whole year? Absolutely not! Walk around!"
"where to?"
"Go anywhere! Just don't watch their wedding!"
"Jealous because you know they'll never divorce?"
"none of your business!"
"Then where did you say you were going?"
"I don't know! I don't watch their wedding anyway!"
Congested!
"How about we go to Santorini?"
Owen, who followed Ciel out of the church, suddenly stopped.
"What?" Charles turned around and frowned at each other.
"Sunrise on the left hand, sunset on the right hand. In the blink of an eye, it's a lifetime."
He had his pockets in his pockets, dressed in the groom's clothes, and smiled languidly and casually.
Sunlight fell on his face.
Just like when Charles first saw him.
"it is good."
The author has something to say: This article ends here.
Sunrise on the left hand, sunset on the right hand, thank you for watching the sunrise and sunset with me.
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