Could You Not Tease Me?

Charles stood in front of the mirror, carefully arranging his suit and bow tie.

This is not the first time he has participated in a wedding. He has had four failed or short-lived marriages. The wedding march, church and even the wedding vows are more familiar to him than ordinary people.

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 15-year rival or only friend Lawrence Owen.

Owen is different from himself. He has been unrestrained and unrestrained all his life. If one day he is willing to get married, then Charles believes that it must be for the rest of his life.

Unlike his flowing love and marriage, a guy like Owen, once identified, will never change.

Suddenly, Charles 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, and never put anyone in my eyes, even those top drivers who were sought after by thousands of media.

Because Shire knew that he would pick them all down one by one.

In the first test drive of the Lotus team, his teammates showed superb driving ability. Every time he turned a corner, Charles felt that he was being provoked, and even became more and more provocative from provocation. It was more and more like some kind of ambiguous ridicule, which made Charles have the urge to go all out for the test drive for the first time, and the competition between the two cars almost burned the tires.

This test drive made Shire feel more than enough. When he got off, the guy opposite just took off his helmet and pulled off the fire shield.The flaxen hair swayed slightly, 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 Charles was stunned, the other party walked past him with his helmet on, and whistled softly.

The smile on the corner of the guy's lips seemed to say: Don't be infatuated with me, I'm straight.

The unnamed karma in his heart burst into flames, which opened the prelude to the 15-year contest between the two.

At this time, Charles was holding the steering wheel with 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 the face?

Sighing, Charles 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.Charles suddenly remembered the first time he was seriously injured in a race ten years ago, the entire racing car was smashed into powder, and he was sent to the hospital because of a concussion.

When he woke up, plaster was put on his thigh and neck. At that moment, he felt a little fear.

Ten years ago, the safety of racing cars was not as good as it is now. Such an injury would not only ruin his racing career, but also his life.

Fortunately, the people in the team told him that as long as he recovers, he can continue to play, but he will miss the next entire season.

"Did you know that after this game, Irving came to see you in the hospital without giving a post-game media interview?" the assistant told him.

"What are you looking at me? You reassure him that I'm not dead!" Charles imagined Owen's mocking 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 fiancee came."

Charles' heart was poked.

Almost every day, Shire has a bad conversation with his fiancée.Like this day too.

They sat on the bench in the hospital, and Charles squinted his eyes to bask in the sun. He stretched out his hand and watched the sunlight pass through his fingers. What he imagined in his mind was the hum of the engine and the air on the track. The sound of cracking.

"Charles, are you listening to me?" His fiancée Monica said dissatisfied.

"I'm listening. You want me to give up racing, don't you?"

"Yes! You don't know how I feel when I see your car being hit and flying! I can't live in fear for you forever!"

"It's as if my skills are terrible, and I will crash every time." Charles looked at the other party with a smile.

He likes Monica's pretty face, the way she cares about him, and her burnt snacks, but what 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 burst into tears.

So weak, so people want to hold in the arms.

However, it is impossible for him to stop.

"You know that at the moment of the crash, what I was worried about was not whether I would die, but whether I could still race?" Charles looked at her seriously.

"I see. I don't think we need to continue." Monica turned around and pushed the wheelchair away.

"Hey! Monica! Anyway, leave the wheelchair for me!" Charles shouted.

Monica left without looking back.

Charles laughed at himself, closed his eyes, and continued to face the sky.

He wasn't going to hop back on one leg until the nurses in the ward found out that he hadn't come back after dinner time to look for him.

A shadow stood in front of him, and when Charles opened his eyes, he saw Owen's beautiful green eyes.

"Oh...Damn it, how could it be you..." Charles raised his arms, the appearance of himself wearing a plaster cast and neck collar was too ridiculous.

"I'm going to the next race tomorrow. So I came here to see you." Owen said with a smile.

"You're so kind?" Charles snorted softly.

"Are you still resenting the fact that I let a man pretend to be a beautiful woman to make fun of you last year?"

"Do you think it's funny?" Charles snorted coolly.

"It's funny. It's even cuter now." Owen smiled with his eyes narrowed.

Charles mercilessly lifted the plaster cast and hit the opponent's leg, but Owen dodged it.

"Hey! If you hurt me, who will carry you back?"

"It seems that you will carry me back?"

"Yes." Owen came to Charles, turned his back to him, and squatted down, "Come up, I'll carry you back."

Charles squinted his eyes at the other party, imagining the scene of kicking this guy madly in his mind.

"Are you thinking of just kicking me down like this?" Owen asked with a smile.

Charles couldn't see his expression.

"Anyone who offends a woman can't offend you."

After finishing speaking, Charles stood up on one foot, put his arm on the opponent's shoulder, and Owen really carried him on his back, slightly bouncing him up.

There was a very refreshing shampoo smell between his flaxen hair. Charles just approached slightly, and the tip of Owen's hair lightly brushed against the tip of his nose, which was a little itchy.

"Thank you for visiting me." Charles said in a muffled voice.

"Hmm. Does the back of my shoulder make you feel safe?"

"You think too much." Charles snorted softly.

"You should lose weight, otherwise it will consume too much fuel."

"none of your business."

Owen put him back on the hospital bed, said a few words, and when parting, Charles raised his chin and said, "Don't let this season's individual points champion fall to other people."

Owen, who was about to leave, suddenly returned to the bed, leaned down, and propped one hand on Charles's pillow, smiling incomparably: "It's so rare, you actually have something to ask of me?"

"You're out of your mind? I beg you!" Shire pointed his middle finger at him.

"Goodbye, Rudolph."

Owen turned and left, and Charles recalled uncomfortably that this guy would call him "Rudolph" as if he knew him very well every time he finished playing.But this time, have I been tricked by him?

For the rest of the day, Charles lay on the hospital bed, keeping Owen's record of keeping the top three in every race, and really won the championship this season.

As for Charles, when he closed his eyes, what he saw was the contest he had never had with Owen, constantly simulating the details of surpassing each other.

The beating of the heart and the temperature of the fingertips all became different.

And the recuperation time in the hospital bed is so difficult.

The text message Owen sent him at the end of the last race is always kept in Charles' mobile phone: I won the championship, but the season without you is boring.

Before Christmas this year, Charles Lightning got married, not to Monica, but to a little nurse who had been with him for two full months.

Charles 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 usually offend too many people with your arrogance and domineering, do you even have no friends? You want me to be the best man?"

Charles said nothing.

Maybe all of this is his wishful thinking that Owen is his best friend.This kind of friend is different from the usual drinking beer and chatting together, and it is a more special existence than the so-called "friends".

But Owen's laughter made Charles feel that his self-esteem was hurt for the first time.

"I'm just joking, just to inform you that I'm getting married."

Ciel tried to make his voice as loud as ever.

"Hey, Rudolph." Owen's voice on the other end of the phone was a little soft.

"what happened?"

"It's easy for you to fall in love, because you need the feeling of being loved and cared for, not to satisfy your self-esteem as a big man, but because you lack a sense of security."

"Don't act like you know me well."

Owen smiled lightly: "Rudolph, wait until you meet someone who makes you feel safe, and then you inform me, and I will be your best man."

"Hey, are you cursing me for a divorce?"

"No. I would never be someone else's best man. If it was you, I would. But I only plan to do it once in my life. So you can 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 chaos.

Owen did not come to the wedding.

On the first night after signing the divorce agreement, Owen drove for more than an hour to drink with Charles in the bar for the first time.

"It's my fault. I didn't spend enough time with her or take good care of her." Charles said, looking at the mug of beer.

"None of you are wrong. Knowing a person always requires a price. Marriage also counts."

After drinking beer, the two went to play a game of bowling. Charles was so defeated that he was so angry 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.

Charles exhaled, imitating Owen and sending the ball out, showing a grand slam.

"Look, right?"

Next season will be very fulfilling for Charles.Because every game must do its best, and the energy is so concentrated that it is about to explode, because his opponent is Irving.His continuous months of brain simulation and training finally showed, and he won the individual points championship this season with a 2-point advantage.

"Congratulations." Irving hugged him with a smile, but pinched him hard where the media couldn't see.

Charles was so angry that he wanted to kick him.

But this guy always smiles calmly, no matter how sharp the fight on the field is, he will accept any result calmly.

Later, Shire got married again, and he called Owen to tell him.

"Would you like me to be your best man?" Owen asked.

"Well... I'm not sure either. If it doesn't work, you can be my son's best man."

"it is good."

Probably because of this uncertainty, Shire's wife was revealed to be in love with Shire's accountant during the season.The media speculated that this would have an impact on Shire's game, but he quickly won the championship from Owen again with a slight advantage, and then sent a divorce agreement to his second wife very neatly.

After signing, Charles drove for more than an hour to the city where Owen was located. The two played billiards for several days in a row, and Charles lost.

"How do you feel about the divorce this time?"

When eating together, Owen dragged his chin and asked him.

"Looking at my second failed marriage, what do you think?"

"Love will come inexplicably and leave inexplicably," Owen said.

"So, let the other person be free when you are no longer in love, so that you won't have too many complaints when you think of falling in love." Charles replied.

"Rudolph."

"Ok?"

"Actually, you are a gentleman, and you are gentle with women. You need to be loved very much, but you never force it."

"Thank you."

After two consecutive seasons, Irving aspired to the championship.

In the third year after the divorce, Charles fell in love again.

The other party was a female lawyer.

"Female lawyer...will she be strong?"

When Owen and Charles met in the tunnel at the Grand Prix, Owen struck up a chat with him.

"Yes."

"Oh...you like the feeling of being controlled." Owen touched his chin pretending to understand.

"Hey! What are you thinking!" Charles glared at him.

"What do you think I'm thinking?" Owen asked.

"It's not a good thing anyway!"

"Tell me, when you are doing things, are you on top, or is she on top?"

"none of your business!"

"Ah, it looks like she's up there, because you're blushing."

"Laurence Irving—"

Charles really wanted to beat this guy to death, grabbed his collar, looked into his eyes but couldn't do it anymore.

"Hey, do you want me to be the best man?" He asked with his chin up.

Charles suddenly remembered the first time he saw him, this guy still hasn't changed, with a beautiful face...and beautiful eyes.

"do not want!"

"Female lawyer, I will definitely share a lot of your money during the divorce!"

"none of your business!"

"Rudolph..."

"What are you doing?" Charles really didn't understand why he was bothering with this guy.

"You are really brave." Owen smiled, but his eyes were serious.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you love seriously every time, but you never get what you want."

Charles 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 when they were together, and lived a fulfilling life when they couldn't see each other.

On Shire's third wedding anniversary, 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 in the past has gradually become a gap, and Charles finds that he and her have nothing to talk about.

The divorce was amicable and didn't split half of his money as Owen said.Hers is still hers, Shire's is still Shire's, as if they have never been together.

"You're about to become a divorce guru," Owen said on the phone.

"How about we go on a trip together?" Charles asked suddenly.

I regret it after asking.

He wouldn't be happy going anywhere with this guy who always pissed him off.

"I want to go to Santorini."

"You don't want to get married, what are you doing there?"

"Sunrise with your left hand, sunset with your right hand, in the blink of an eye is a lifetime."

"Lawrence, haven't you thought about getting married? Or being with someone forever?"

"Yes, I have."

"with who?"

"With you."

Charles almost choked on his own saliva.

"We're going so fast, we're going through everything, there's no end," Owen said.

Charles' eyes were inexplicably hot.

"I want, too."

Before they knew it, they had spent 13 years in Formula [-].

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 also her children.

"This time, I should be your best man, right?" Owen asked.

Charles smiled: "Wait a little longer."

"But I always feel that this should be the last time."

"why?"

"Because we are not young anymore, it is impossible to go on a rampage forever. You will eventually settle down."

Only then did Charles realize that many drivers at their age would already 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, Van Winston.

He is like a sharp knife, piercing into their world.

"Suddenly I feel interesting. It would be great if this kid appeared earlier."

Owen and Charles were sitting in a small restaurant, and Owen propped his chin up and looked out the window.

Charles frowned, and kicked him directly under the table.

"Hey! You bastard! Have I bored you in the past?"

"You do bore me because you're such a tease. If I didn't have you, I'd be bored to death."

"Then here's a piece of news to make you even more bored."

"what?"

"I am divorced."

Owen didn't even have an expression of surprise, he just raised his eyes lightly: "What's the reason?"

"She thought I wouldn't be a good father."

"But you love children."

"Living children and being a good father are two different things."

After being silent for two seconds, Owen replied, "I'm sorry, Rudolph."

"Well..." "You like the feeling of home she brings to you."

"Ah."

"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 you don't reach the most important moment." Charles replied.

"Thank you."

After 15 years of meeting Owen, finally the guy is getting married.

For some reason, Charles 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... is pursuing inner peace.

He's the kind of guy who only gets married once in his life.

During the hour drive to the church, he recalled almost the entire time he had known this guy.

It suddenly occurred to Charles that his four marriages combined might not have lasted as long as he had with Owen, and he hadn't realized it before.

When he parked the car and came to the church, he was planning to say a few sentimental words, but then he saw the guests leaving, only Owen's assistant stayed by, and Winston just stood there expressionless, Hunter Then he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and didn't know what to comfort him.

"What's wrong?" Charles asked.

"It's nothing, the bride ran away." Owen raised his head and said with a smile.

"Run... ran away?" Charles was a little overwhelmed.

"Come on, at least you have had four failed marriages, and I haven't had one yet." Owen still looked nothing.

"Why did she run away?" Charles asked again.

This guy Owen has a pretty face and sense of humor. Charles can't think of any woman who agrees to marry him and runs 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, even the scammers are moved by me.

"Then what do you say now? I drove here for more than an hour!" Charles scratched his head vigorously.

"You can attend another wedding."

"what?"

"Winston and Hunter's. I lent them my priest."

"Oh...haven't I watched enough this whole year? Absolutely not! Let's go!"

"where to?"

"It's good to go anywhere! Just don't watch their wedding!"

"Jealous because you know they'll never get divorced?"

"none of your business!"

"Then where are you going?"

"I don't know! Anyway, I don't want to watch their wedding!"

My heart is flustered!

"How about we go to Santorini?"

Owen, who followed Charles out of the church, stopped suddenly.

"What?" Charles turned around and looked at him with a frown.

"Sunrise with the left hand, sunset with the right hand. In the blink of an eye is a lifetime."

He was wearing the groom's clothes with his pockets in his pockets, smiling lazily and casually.

The sun fell on his face.

Just like when Charles first met 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 accompanying me to watch the sunrise and sunset.

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