Could You Not Tease Me?

"Of course it is," replied Winston.

"Hahaha! I'm so lucky to have met you!" Hunter suddenly lowered his body, hugged Winston's leg, and picked him up.

"What are you doing!" Winston pressed his shoulder hard.

"Bru said I hugged your thigh! I feel wronged in my heart! But I can't let him swallow back what he said! So I can only really hug your thigh!" Hunter narrowed his eyes, carelessly Laughing breathlessly.

Winston looked down at him, the big boy's eyes were full of his image.

Unique, occupying 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 can."

"what?"

"I like this height quite a bit. When I am satisfied, you will let go."

"No, I was just joking, are you really angry?" Hunter's expression was a little panicked.

This fear made Winston feel an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"I'm not angry. I like your joke quite a bit, you just let me like it a little longer."

"Isn't it... You will be angry just by hugging you?" Hunter's expression was like that of a lion cub. He wanted to tease an adult male lion, thinking that the other party would not take him seriously. The lion patted him on the waist, this time it was neither up nor down.

"If you just hold me like this, I won't be angry."

There was no expression on Winston's face, except for a pair of hands resting lightly on Hunter's shoulders.

Pedestrians passed by from time to time, looking at them with strange eyes.

Hunter was in a dilemma at first, then showed a broken expression, and directly hugged Winston upside down.

"Okay, if you like it, I'll hold you in my arms."

It was hard to believe that Winston could not ask him to put him down under so many staring salutes.

It turns out that Hunter underestimated Winston, a man who can automatically filter people and things he doesn't care about.

For five full minutes, Winston did not even move.

Although it is said that controlling the steering wheel of F1 requires extremely strong arm strength, Winston is not light, and he is relatively tall in the hands of a racing car, and his muscles are dense. After Hunter persisted for a quarter of an hour, he felt a little... Unbearable.

"Well, we're a little bored like this, or how about you take out your phone and play some music?" Hunter asked the other party.

"Your arm is shaking a little, can't you hold on?" Winston asked.

"I can't hold on? I have no problem with the game for more than two hours. It's only a few minutes?"

Hunter's pride was slightly hurt.

"That's it." Winston raised his hand and looked at his watch. "It's about a quarter of an hour now, and there's still one hour and forty-five minutes left."

Hunter's internal organs and six lungs trembled.

"You're heavier than the steering wheel..."

"So you want to let me down?"

"think……"

"Then let it go."

Hunter dreamed of amnesty, and put Winston down.

"Let's go to the striptease you mentioned."

Hunter hurried to follow, his arms were still slightly sore, but he couldn't help but put his head up.

"Hey! You're not angry with me, are you? I heard that you have a cleanliness habit and generally don't let others touch you. Is it because of this that you are angry with me?"

Winston stopped suddenly, and Hunter ran directly behind him.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Can not remember……"

"If I was a clean freak, I'd turn around as soon as I walked into your apartment."

"Ah... makes sense..."

"I won't want to sleep in your bed at night."

"... also." Hunter had a "so reasonable" expression on his face.

"You're sweating after dancing, and I won't bear you hugging me for so long."

"Yes, then you should not have a cleanliness!"

"Where's the bar you're going to?"

"Are you really going?"

"Learn it."

"Learning what? How to dance a striptease?" Hunter found that he couldn't keep up with Winston's thinking pace.

"How to run a bar."

"Oh...you really want to open a bar?"

"Ah."

"Suddenly there is a feeling that I am friends with the rich man."

After Winston said this, Hunter decided to take him to a better bar to "see and see".

The light in this bar is not as dark as ordinary bars, but the cold light creates a mysterious and ambiguous feeling.The drinks here are also cheap because they came late and didn't manage to be in the middle.

And there are already several graceful women performing on the steel pipes on the stage.

Different from the pole striptease in general bars, the dancing postures here are obviously specially choreographed, every turn, the process of falling from top to bottom is full of tantalizing hints.

Hunter ordered a glass of the signature "FLASH" here for Winston, 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...you look so big...don't hold back, it will affect your health!"

After speaking, Hunter squeezed through the standing crowd and went to the bathroom.

Two seconds later, Winston also left the bar chair and followed Hunter.

What surprised them was that the bathroom was overcrowded, and they were not using the toilet, but doing trouble in it.

"These guys...can't they go to the hotel and get a room?"

Hunter's face was turning green.

"What about you?"

Winston's voice sounded from behind Hunter, and Hunter turned to look at him.

"You...why are you here?"

"Or I'm blocking you, you get out quickly. Holding it in for too long will affect your health."

Winston directly returned what Hunter said just now.

Hunter's face was bitter.

He turned away, facing the wall, with Winston's back against him.

People have been entering the bathroom, and some people have used their tricks to scold the people who are causing trouble in it.

Hunter solved it in less than 1 minute.

"So fast?" said Winston when he heard Hunter's zipper.

"I... I can last for a long time!" Hunter's voice sounded like his pride had been stabbed countless times.

"Go back tonight, and I'll help you time it?" Winston said as he walked towards the door of the bathroom.

"No way? Is what you said true or false?"

"Of course it's false. Am I that boring?" Winston asked coolly.

"Aren't you bored? Who told me to hug his thigh on the street for a quarter of an hour just now?"

"It's not that I'm bored, it's that you are bored."

Hunter showed a suffocated expression again.

When they went back, they found that the original location was gone.

Hunter also lost his previous interest.

The two were on their way back.

"Hey, after going to the bar to experience it just now, what do you think?"

"To ensure the number of toilets." Winston replied.

Hunter immediately burst out laughing.

The two arrived at Hunter's small apartment and booked a flight to England tomorrow afternoon.

Hunter, who always fell asleep as soon as he touched his pillow, got up frequently to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

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 uncomfortable.

"What's the matter with you?" Winston frowned.

Because at this moment, Hunter's hair was not only wet with sweat, his lips were also pale, and his face was ugly.

"I don't know... I always feel like my stomach is twisted, and it hurts intermittently... I have no strength in my whole body..." Hunter shook back, "I'm sorry for waking you up."

Winston reached out and touched Hunter's forehead: "You look like you have acute gastroenteritis. But the two of us eat the same thing throughout the day. Unless there is something wrong with the drink you drank in the bar. "

"It shouldn't be..." Hunter looked very tired.

"After you came back, did you eat anything?"

"...while you were in the shower, I drank a glass of yogurt..."

Winston got up, walked to the trash can, found the yogurt box, glanced at the date, turned around and said coldly: "It's been three months past the expiration date, don't you know?"

"...is it expired? I don't remember..."

"Put on your clothes and I'll take you to the hospital."

"I'm 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 bent down to tie his shoelaces, but his body shook. As soon as he sighed, Winston lowered himself down, knelt down in front of him on one knee, and fastened the shoelaces with his fingers deftly. .

"Thank you...what an honor to have the god of formula one get down on one knee and tie my shoes...I don't even have the energy to take a photo."

"When you are well, take whatever you want."

When they arrived at the hospital, it was indeed acute gastroenteritis as Winston said, and the hospital arranged for an infusion for Hunter.

In the morning, the stomach pain eased, and Hunter 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.

It is definitely not possible to go to the UK this afternoon. Fortunately, the free practice session will not start until next week.

When hanging up the phone, Hunter let out a long breath.

"I'm sorry...I'll change the ticket now, you go to England first." Hunter looked at Winston and said pitifully.

"No, I've already changed the tickets for both of us, and we will go to England the day after tomorrow."

"Ah, what... Mr. Miller from the Ferrari team must hate me..."

"My performance is more stable than yours, and I have more experience than you. Missing some pre-match discussions will not affect my final results."

Hunter once again showed the expression of being hit but unable to refute.

After a few minutes of silence, Hunter suddenly said, "Thank you."

"Thanks for what?"

"The most precious thing a person has is time. Thank you for being here with me."

"It's nothing."

Hunter turned his face to look at 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'm here to talk. Why didn't you order yourself a drink last night?"

"...I'm not old enough, and I used the ID that Bruce lent me when I went in."

Winston tilted his head, his expression clearly saying: This is not the answer.

"Okay, okay... because of my father. He was a stock manager on Wall Street. He went bankrupt after his investment failed, and he was so depressed that he drank all the time. My mother couldn't stand it and left the house. I drove karts and the prize money was still the same. There are quite a few, part of it is used to repay the debt, and part of it is used by him to buy wine. One day the year before last, I smashed all the wine bottles and had a fight with him. He rushed out to continue to buy wine, and then... went out There was an accident... so I..."

Hunter's voice trembled more and more, and the tears in his eyes flowed down unconsciously.

Winston was silent, and Hunter reached out and wiped away his tears.

He tried to hold back, but his chest trembled even more violently.

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 an opening in Hunter's heart, and the liquid that had been accumulated for a long time gushed out.

Hunter choked up, then sobbed softly, then burst into tears.

Winston's fingers dug into his hair and gently pressed the back of his head.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

As we left the hospital, Hunter asked.

"Why did you grab the wrong hand that time?" Winston asked back.

"Because you happened to be standing next to me, I thought you were Miley!"

"It's also because you're by my side, but I don't see you as someone else," Winston replied.

When they returned to Hunter's apartment, they saw Winston opened Hunter's refrigerator, took out almost everything in it and threw it away.

Tomato sauce, cheese, sliced ​​cheese bread, yogurt, chipotle sauce, and even frozen steak.

The action of throwing things is neat and handsome.

"Hey! That frozen steak must not have expired!" Hunter wanted to save it.

"It will expire in one month. Visually, the probability of your coming back this month is not high." Winston looked at Hunter and said.

Hunter immediately ran out of words.

"Check the date before eating in the future."

"Oh……"

"But I guess you won't take it to heart."

Winston hit the nail on the head.

They booked a ticket to England for the next day, and after packing their luggage in the evening, they sat on the sofa and watched TV.

Winston was obviously not interested in TV, and he took the financial magazine of the month and watched it very intently.

Hunter also felt that there was no interesting program tonight, so he took out his mobile phone and started to play.

Because he hadn't charged it in the hospital, his phone stopped working just after turning it on, so he had to take it to charge it.

"Hey, you don't use your phone, do you?" Hunter bumped Winston with his elbow.

"Need not."

"Then let me play for a while?"

"What are you going to play?"

"... Xiaoxiaole."

"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, it was impossible for Hunter to sit on the sofa and play with his mobile phone at the same time, so he could only support his head and watch TV boredly.

After switching channels more than a dozen times, Hunter still couldn't find what he wanted to watch, and finally stayed on the shopping channel, which was selling some special men's products, such as... handjob cups.

The host described it very enthusiastically, and praised this handjob cup to the top of the sky.

Hunter showed a very yearning expression, and said with emotion: "I really want to buy one!"

Suddenly something hit him on the head.

"Ouch!"

Looking down, it was Winston's mobile phone that had fallen.

"You take it."

"You want me to download Xiaoxiaole?"

"Yes, I let you download Xiaoxiaole, and you change the channel immediately."

After being stunned for two seconds, Hunter covered his stomach and laughed out loud, then contentedly held Winston's phone and played match [-] games until the battery ran out.

Arriving at Silverstone the next day, Hunter had a round with the team, but he still couldn't help being scolded as a pig.

In free practice, Hunter's performance was not greatly affected by the previous gastroenteritis.

He was secretly glad that in order to avoid Marcus' nagging, he hid in a corner with a cigarette, squinted his eyes, leaned back on the steps, and looked 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 do you want me for?

The other party replied: smoking.

Hunter couldn't help laughing out loud.

A few minutes later, Winston came to Hunter's side.

"You're so slow, I'm about to run out of cigarettes!"

Winston sat down, and Hunter handed him another cigarette that had been broken.

"Hey, I don't think you are the kind of person who needs to smoke before the game to refresh or relax. Because you have a strong ability to manage emotions." Hunter asked curiously.

"Because you need to."

"Hahaha, so you came here specially to accompany me?" Hunter raised his arm and wrapped his arms around Winston's shoulders. "After that, every game, I will send a text message to tell you where I hide to smoke?"

Winston said nothing.

In this game, Winston beat Owen and Shire, while Hunter finished sixth.

After the game, the two met for dinner.

Hunter suddenly thought of something and walked towards a flower shop.

"You want flowers?" said Winston, walking beside him.

"That's right. That fellow Marcus insists that I order flowers for Audrey Wilson, and wants her to write more good things about me in the article." Hunter shrugged helplessly.

"Send roses?"

"I don't want to give it away! I want to give the rose to the person I like!"

With his pocket in his pocket, Hunter casually browsed through various flowers in the flower shop.

"Ah, Winston, you have good taste, help me choose one. If you don't take it seriously, you will be annoyed by Marcus..." Hunter sighed.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't send her flowers."

"is it?"

"Just beat me."

Hunter laughed, but chose the flower in the end.

The clerk handed the card to Hunter. Hunter bit his pen and thought for a long time but didn't know what to say, and finally just wrote a few words casually.

After leaving the flower shop, the two of them walked back to the hotel.

The streetlights were soft and lingering. Hunter suddenly patted Winston on the shoulder, squinted his eyes and smiled and said, "Hey! I met you, remember you, this world was born for confrontation, and your soul was born for me."

"Where did you see it?" said Winston, frowning slightly.

"The back of the card just now!" Hunter said with a smile.

"You remember wrongly," replied Winston.

"Misremember? Where have you seen these words?" Hunter asked unconvinced.

"I met you, I remember you. This city was made for love, and you were made for my soul."

Winston's voice was very soft, as if it would easily be blown away by the evening wind.

"Tch... where did you read it?"

"That's Duras' The Lover."

"Oh, I still think my version is more suitable for you and me." Hunter replied nonchalantly.

"I prefer the original."

"The original is really good. If it were me... I would use it when I propose! Maybe I can abduct the other party, hahaha!"

Hunter's heartless laughter sounded.

When he came to the door of the hotel, Hunter stopped suddenly.

"Ah... I don't want to go back to sleep."

"Then what do you want to do?" asked Winston.

"Shall we go to the movies? I just noticed a small theater on the way back!"

Hunter probably remembered Winston's work and rest habits, which were so regular that he looked like a monk. How could he go to watch movies in the night theater with him.

"Okay. Let's go."

Hunter's eyes lit up, and he put his arm on the other's shoulder shamelessly and said, "Oh! I'm going to get used to having you acting with me! If one day you marry a housewife, what will I do!"

"Then don't marry."

"Yes, you should marry me!"

"You don't have the ability to marry me."

"You wait, one day I will crush you on the track!"

"I'm not talking about this skill."

"What's that? Are you saying I'm not richer than you?" Hunter said unconvinced.

Winston lowered his eyes: "Mr. Hunter, who will come out in less than a minute, what capital do you think you have to marry me?"

"I'm in a hurry to use the bathroom!"

"I'm so anxious, I can make you unable to get up for the rest of your life."

"Fuck!" Hunter gave a big middle finger.

The two arrived at the so-called small cinema, which seemed to be playing some independent movies, so it was relatively unpopular. There were no more than three rows in a small theater, and when they entered, only the last row was left.

The first two rows were full of couples, embracing each other, listening to the sound of tsk-tsk, they knew that the kissing was in full swing.

Hunter didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he fell down on the chair and assumed a lazy posture.

Winston sat down beside him.

The film has won some awards, and the name is "Speed ​​Murder".Hunter picked the movie partly because the two main characters are race car drivers, but partly because one of the main characters' name is Hunter.

The plot was so cruel that Hunter turned his face away, but he couldn't help but keep watching.

It wasn't until the end, when the two drivers drove towards the end of the screen, that Hunter exhaled deeply 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 wrong with you?"

"I'm just thinking, if one day I quit F1 with you, will I be farther and farther away from each other, and then I will become more and more lonely." Hunter lowered his head with a serious expression.

"will not."

"Then what do you think will happen to us?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Travel around the world."

"Oh, where to? I haven't even had a good time in England!"

"Then start with England."

"Okay! I'm going to take the London Eye tomorrow!"

"it is good."

"anything else?"

"Go to Sapporo to soak in the hot springs."

"I feel very comfortable just thinking about it." Hunter closed his eyes and sighed, as if he was already sitting in a hot spring pool.

"Go sand surfing in Dubai."

"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 hate me to death!"

"With you, I shouldn't be able to marry someone else."

"Hahaha! Thanks, and sorry future Mrs. Winston."

Hunter stopped suddenly, and Winston looked back at him.

"what happened?"

"I was just thinking... life is like a Formula [-] track, lap after lap is repeated corners. I have been chasing you, wanting to meet you, what if we miss?" Hunter looked at Winston deeply and said.

"Then on the next lap, I'll definitely catch you."

Under Winston's eyes, Hunter smiled with the greatest gift in his life.

"Then please do it, no matter what..."

Hunter looked at Winston with rare persistence.

"No matter what, I'll 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 also have an obsession with me...

Hunter: So we will meet again on the next lap.