Could You Not Tease Me?

The man in a black suit sat quietly on the sofa, and the bright red skirt in the glass swirled slowly along the arc of the glass, returning to calm.

This is a party after a wedding.

The groom's left hand is holding a loose bow tie, and the collar of the white shirt is slightly opened, revealing a slender neck line. His eyes are lazy but with a slight smile, as if walking on the clouds.

Originally, it would be a very pleasing picture for such a man to clink glasses with guests if he insisted on red wine, but what he was carrying were two bottles of beer.

"Hey...Fan Winston..." The groom, Chen Mobai, sat down on the sofa and turned to look at Winston.

This, Winston thought, was probably what the Chinese call peach blossom eyes.

"You're a little drunk." Winston put down his wine glass.

His voice is cold, in such a slightly drunk air, people can't help but wake up.

"How do you know I'm a little drunk?"

"Because you call me by my first name."

The groom, Chen Mobai, reached out to remove the wine glass in front of him, and solemnly put the beer he brought in front of him.

"Then you should get yourself a little drunk too. Don't get too sober...Life is short, enjoy yourself while you can."

"Then how shall I enjoy myself?"

"Do what you want." Chen Mobai tapped his fingers in the air.

"How do I do what I want?" asked Winston again.

"If you want something, don't lock up your desire, let it fully release, and give it all to that person. Let him be drowned in your desire... Even if you don't say a word, the other person will be like you Want to be like him - crazy about you."

Chen Mobai took a big gulp of beer from the bottle.

"Can you succeed without saying a word?"

Winston's voice was always faint, like an ancient river, following a permanent track from one end to the other.

"Don't think so much, just have fun..." Chen Mobai got up and walked towards the small figure who was happily chatting with his friends.

He didn't say anything, just looked at his bride with a smile, and slowly pulled her out from among his friends, leaned down to rub the tip of his nose against hers, and continued to look at each other.

The air slowed down, and it seemed like a hand was touching everyone's heart.

Friends yelled "I can't take it", "It's starting to abuse the dog again", "Let's go, let's go home".

Winston nodded to bid farewell to his host, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and left with the guests.

The moment he closed the door, Chen Mobai's voice sounded: "Hey... Winston..."

"Huh?" Winston turned around.

"You can be very sexy." Chen Mobai smiled.

Winston raised his hand and turned to leave.

He called a taxi and came to a cemetery.The entrance door has been closed, all the lights have been extinguished, only the moonlight falls on the undulating tombstones like tulle.

It doesn't look scary, on the contrary, it is quiet and peaceful, as if all the complicated things in the world are silent.

Winston turned his face sideways, vaguely and mysteriously against the backlight.

"Just in time?"

All I saw was that the slender figure took two steps back, then rushed towards the iron gate with great explosive force, and jumped past it.

After landing, he tore off his bow tie and threw it aside, then turned around and picked up the beer bottle on the other side of the door from between the iron bars.

Row after row of tombstones seemed to be stubbornly looking up at the night sky, waiting for his arrival, but Winston went straight to the innermost part without any hesitation, and stopped.

There is buried his only opponent in this life—Hunter.

How ironic is it that a top Formula One driver dies in a car accident?

What's even more ironic is that no matter how many so-called "geniuses" have followed suit since then, he, Van Winston, is still the lonely king.

Winston put the beer in front of Hunter's tombstone, the line of his lips curled up, lifting the night seemingly calmly.

"Hunter... don't you think it would be more cost-effective to be killed by me if you want to die?"

"Do you still remember that on my birthday, you said you would grant me a wish? My wish is... I hope you live, love me like I love you, and love me like crazy."

He leaned down, still in a restrained and elegant posture, leaning his forehead lightly on the opponent's tombstone.

Early the next morning, Winston sat up, resting his head.

The phone rang, and he grabbed it casually. The flashing name on it surprised him a little.

That was the name of his former fitness coach. They broke up the partnership five years ago. The coach later went to sell sporting goods and became a very successful businessman.

"Hey, Winston! I've been waiting for you for almost 10 minutes! It's not like you to be late for training!"

"You're waiting for me? Why?" Winston sat up.

"Why are you waiting? Are you insane? Is the fitness coach waiting for you to go to the movies together?"

Winston frowned and wanted to say something, but he got up and drew the curtains aside.

The sunlight was a bit harsh, and when he clearly saw the billboard opposite the building, he froze.

That was an ad for a hit movie five years ago!

The scene on the street and the clothes of the passers-by made him feel strange but familiar.

There is also the bronze statue, which was dismantled two years ago, but now it stands there clearly.

Everything is the same as in memory, but different.

"What day...is it today?" Winston closed his eyes and asked.

"May [-]th, what's wrong?" the coach was a little suspicious.

In his impression, Winston was orderly in everything he did, even a little obsessive-compulsive... How could he not remember what day it is?

"What year?" Winston clasped the phone tightly with his fingers, his knuckles turned white from the exertion.

When he heard the year, Winston threw his phone on the bed, ran to the desk, pulled open the drawer, took out the schedule, and quickly spread it out.

His gaze went from top to bottom, until the moment he saw the name, his pupils seemed to burst open.

——Evan Hunt, Marcus Racing.

The still time ran wildly at that moment.