Chapter 43: Newspaper rose

"You know. Ask him to eat and then knock him down on the Japanese-style floor, making a bang, isn't it very emotional?"
"Haha ... it's very emotional." Hunt touched the tip of his nose. "The person you want to throw is behind you."
"Ah?" Audrey looked back and saw Winston standing with her luggage in one hand.
"Hello! Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Audrey pretended to be angry and gave Hunter's shoulder a nap.
"Ha ha ha! Of course it is to let your male know what you want!" Hunter showed a bad expression.
Deep down, he was jealous of Winston.
Then ... there was inexplicable sourness.
"Miss Wilson." Winston lowered his chin, and looked polite like that again.
Hunter bumped into Winston's shoulder lightly and whispered, "You can play hooligan if you can!"
"Are you sure?" Winston whispered expressionlessly.
"It's not necessary anymore." Hunter had a hunch, it must be himself.
"You ... are on vacation together?"
"Well, yeah. Let's go to the hot spring in Noboribetsu!" Hunter answered with a smile.
"No wonder your skin looks good. I now have an experience."
"What experience?"
"In the future, if I want to interview Winston without an appointment, I need to ask not the person in the Ferrari car pair, but you."
"Ha ha ha! Yeah, after that you interview me, you must write good words! Otherwise I will not give you inside information!" Hunter blinked.
They lined up to board the aircraft. After entering the cabin, Hunt found Audrey's location and they were in a row, just a distance from Hunter.
Hunter put the luggage for Audrey very gentlely.
"How does it feel to travel with Winston? We journalists are most hopeful and scared to interview Winston."
"Why?" Hunter asked curiously.
"Because he always keeps all reporters cold after a brilliant performance."
"Hahaha!" Hunter laughed and glanced at Winston.
This guy is still the same as when he came, looking at the newspaper, his face looks like a still sculpture, and he can't be connected with the guy running the train with the corner of his lips in the hot spring hotel.
"We really look forward to him saying a few more words."
Audrey looked towards Winston.
Winston clearly knew how Audrey felt about him, but he had no intention of talking to the other party, and only occasionally answered politely.
Hunt leaned to Audrey and whispered, "If this guy really chats with you, he always has a way to make fun of you and make you embarrassing. Forget it."
"Fun and embarrassment?" Audrey glanced at Winston. "Impossible?"
Hunt shrugged.
At this time, the flight attendant came over and pushed the drink cart.
Hunter felt someone pulling his collar and pulling him back out of his seat.
At this time the drink cart was pushed over.
"By the way, I had contacted your team and wanted to interview you, but Mr. Marcus said that you went on vacation. It turned out to be with Winston. I don't know if we can get to you when we arrive in Tokyo Interview? "
Just as Hunt wanted to answer, Winston, who had been silent, said, "When we arrive in Tokyo, we will fly directly to Abu Dhabi."
"Yeah, that's a pity." Hunt scratched his head.
Don't know why, Hunt felt that Winston's feeling had changed since he met Audrey.
Of course, Winston at this moment is closer to what other people think of him.
"So when I get to Abu Dhabi, can I give you a priority interview?" Audrey's eyes were sincere.
"Oh, okay. If nothing special happens to the team, it should be OK."
"That's the answer."
"Ok."
Many of the passengers on the plane were resting, and Hunter was not good enough to continue talking with Audrey, so he began to close his eyes.
I don't know if it is an illusion. He always feels that the newspaper next to Winston seems to have never turned the page?
Audrey took the mineral water from the flight attendant and tried to twist it.
"Well, this bottle of water is tight."
"I help you." Hunter took the water and opened it with a twist.
Then, Winston next turned the pages of the newspaper, and the sound of page jitters sounded.
Hunter moved his head curiously to see what Winston was looking at.
"Entertainment? Do you see this?"
Which singer has a concert again, which star has divorced again, and which movie might hit the Oscar, these things Winston should not pay attention to.
Winston didn't answer Hunt, but closed the newspaper and put it in the bag in front.
Hunter scratched his head in unknown places, as if Winston was in a bad mood?
Winston closed his eyes with his arms.
Hunt felt strange in his heart. He deliberately took the newspaper out again and carefully checked the contents.
The first section is the development of the American economy, the second section is that people in all countries around the world do n’t seem to be having a good time, the third section is a professional economic section Hunter ca n’t understand at all, the fourth section is the entertainment section ... There are no celebrities interested.
What's upset with Winston?
Suddenly, Hunter narcissistically imagined that it wouldn't be Audrey who had been chatting with her since he appeared, so Winston felt left out?
The more I think, the more I feel.
Although Hunt felt that only Winston had left others in the cold, and no one could have left him to Winston, but such an imagination made Hunt feel inexplicably superior.
He spread out the small table in front of him, tore the newspaper apart, folded it in half, and rubbed it, and even Audrey on the side couldn't help wondering what Hunt was doing.
A few minutes later, Hunt poked Winston with his hand.
"Don't make trouble." Winston turned his face and leaned against the window.
Hunt poked him again.
Winston slowly opened his eyes and saw Hunter stretch a paper-folded rose in front of Winston.
"Flowers for you, don't talk to me."
Winston seemed to froze, then turned his face.
Hunt stretched his head over, as if trying to confirm his expression.
"Are you laughing?"
Winston still didn't answer.
But Audrey on the other side froze. She had never seen anyone get along with Winston in such a natural way.
Winston poked Hunter's head away.
"Don't make trouble."
It's the same thing, but even Audrey seems to be able to hear the other person's voice with a faint smile.
"Then you talk to me." Hunt pinned the flower in a bag in front of Winston and forced the newspaper rose out.
"What do you want to say?" Winston finally looked at Hunter. Although he still had no expression, Hunter was sure that his mood had recovered.
"... airplane meals are not good," Hunt said.
"You can write a complaint suggestion." Winston kept his eyes closed.
"You said if I could take out the parachute and see."
"Do you want to be kicked off the plane?"
"No. But I didn't jump over the umbrella."
"After the Abu Dhabi station, go to Dubai to jump." Winston's voice was soft.
"I can't jump. Would I fall to death if it was too late to parachute? Or would I faint in midair?" Hunt's head pressed against the seat in front of him, as if boring, so he said something It's just to let the people next to you speak.
"I'll take you to jump."
"How can you do anything?"
"Let you shut up and sleep, I won't."
"..."
Alright, go to bed.
Hunter leaned back against the back of the chair, he glanced in the direction of Audrey, and smiled slightly in the direction.
Hunt felt he was cured by Winston's frozen heart, closed his eyes, and fell asleep before long.
He tilted his head and turned sideways towards Audrey.
With a slight bump in the plane, he fell to the side.
Winston, with his eyes closed, reached out and grabbed Hunt's head, placing him on his shoulder.
The familiar breath poured into Hunt's nose, and he subconsciously stung in Winston's direction.
Winston's fingers lightly touched his forehead, Hunter stopped, and went to sleep quietly, while Winston leaned his face to rest against the window.
Looking at them Audrey was surprised.
She knows that Winston always treats Hunter differently. Even with so many drivers, Hunter is the only person who makes Winston say something that has nothing to do with racing. Li's imagination.
Hunt slept all the way until the landing radio sounded.
After the plane landed, passengers successively left the cabin.
Hunter took down the luggage for Audrey, and Audrey smiled. "Hunter is really a gentleman."
"Haha, if you are not a gentleman, I will be killed by Marcus."
"I'll call you in Abu Dhabi."
"of course."
Hunter just wanted to go out with Audrey, and his back collar was pulled again.
Looking back, he saw Winston carrying his luggage in one hand and the rose folded from the newspaper in the other.
"what's wrong?"
"Get it." Winston handed the flower to Hunt.
"what……"
"Get Abu Dhabi. If it falls, I won't talk to you again."
"Are you serious?"
"What do you think?"
"..."
Hunt knew that Winston was not easy to coax.
When they were in the transit passage, Hunter passed a trash can, he was throwing the rose in hand, Winston looked back like he had eyes on his back, and looked at him coolly: " What do you want to do?"
"... I ... I move my hands ... hahaha!"
Hunt twisted his shoulders and smiled.
"If you throw that rose away, I will buy you a thousand copies of the newspaper and let you sit on the plane and slowly fold it."
"Impossible!" Hunter stunned without thinking.
"Impossible? Don't you know I'm the super VIP of this airline?"
Meaning, it was easy for him to ask the airline to prepare a thousand newspapers for Hunt.
Hunter suddenly felt that the airline was so pitiful that any abnormal request must be satisfied.
He took the rose back suddenly and lowered his head to follow Winston.
"Will I get off and get another one for you?" Hunt sighed.
"For example, if one day Mr. Marcus suddenly wanted to marry a woman, he was not ready, and rushed across the road in front of the woman, and temporarily bought a diamond ring for the woman. Later she Losing the diamond ring, Marcus ordered another one exactly for her. Which one do you think is more important to her? "
"... Marcus has divorced many times ..." Hunt couldn't catch the point in Wins's words.
"I ask you, which one do you think is more important for that woman?"
Winston approached Hunter, looking into his eyes and asking.
"... the first one."
"why?"
"... Because the first one is the real proposal ring, the one behind ... is like a substitute?" Hunt frowned.
Why ask him such a question!
"Because the first ring is unthinking, it is completely out of intention. And the second ring is not only a substitute, but ... it is deliberate and deliberate." Winston said.
"Okay ... okay ... what does this newspaper flower have to do with the proposal ring?" Hunt shook the newspaper rose in his hand, and it had already dropped his head and was teetering.
"For me, it was the first proposal ring. It was impulsive and instinctual without thinking. Everything else was perfunctory." Winston turned away.
Hunt stood there stupidly, then looked down at the paper flower in his hand, followed silently behind the other.
"The problem is that it is just a flower folded from a newspaper ... It has nothing to do with a proposal ring for half a cent! Otherwise ... When the match in Abu Dhabi is over, I will order a super diamond ring for you in Dubai. it is good!"
"Are you going to propose to me?" Winston turned and asked.
"... you can propose it to someone with it."
Hunter prayed to God in his heart, anyone can do it, and quickly conquer this man!
But less than half a second, Hunt regretted it again.
If someone really subdues Vann Winston ... Does it mean that no one will travel with him like him?
Then ... before he found his sweetheart, let Winston be so high above the ground alone!
"Then you hold that flower."
Winston turned around, and his legs were already long, not to mention when he deliberately accelerated his pace, Hunter was struggling to follow.
"Hey-Winston!"
Hunter felt extremely low-handed at this time, and what paper roses to fold when he was on the plane!
At this moment, someone hit Hunter. He kept looking at Winston because of his eyes and couldn't dodge. The paper rose in his hand was completely crushed.
Hunt was stupid there. Who does he want now to give him a newspaper, and he rushes out a new one before Winston turns around?
He looked around and couldn't find it when he wanted the newspaper!
Fate is so cruel!
But Winston turned around at this time. Why didn't Hunter feel that he had been chopped by Thunder earlier?
"I'm ... sorry ..." As soon as Hunter raised his hand, the rose fell.
A passenger dragged the suitcase, and the wheels ran over it.
Hunter stood there stupidly, wondering if he would pick it up.
At this time Winston slowly walked back, lowered his body, and picked it up.
It had completely disappeared from the shape of the flower and scattered.
"You know ... have you given me almost nothing?"
Winston spoke like this, and Hunt's heart followed as if drowned in the sea.
"This is the first time you've given your heart something to me."
Winston's eyes narrowed.
Hunter would like to say: If you think it is important, you take it yourself, why should I keep it!
But the words did not say.
"I think you've been holding it, as if the process of giving it to me was stretched."
Winston turned around, shoved the squashed paper flower into his pocket, and headed forward.
Hunter's heart seemed to have been hit by something, and he caught up subconsciously.
Winston was silent all the time, and Hunter couldn't see any emotion in his expression.
This feeling reminded Hunter of the expression on his face before he met Winston in the washroom of the Spanish Grand Prix for the first time. They never met.
They were on a flight to Abu Dhabi, and they were obviously close, but Hunter felt suddenly far away.
From putting his luggage on, putting on his seat belt, and taking off the plane, Hunter knew that Winston was really angry with himself. Well, they will not mention "brotherhood" once they have made an appointment. Maybe Winston will not take this matter as non-existent. But he didn't want Winston to pretend he was no longer angry.
He has always been childish and wayward, so if there is such a wayward Winston once in a while, is he able to ... tolerate or even "coax" him?
Then Hunter was depressed ... what can he do to coax Winston! When it comes to dealing with people, it looks as if his hunter is sunny, but in fact Winston is more able to solve problems and is more respected. Speaking of common sense in life, he is just a rice bug waiting to die, but Winston can organize a temporary trip in an organized way.
Who coaxed who ...
Hunt was inexplicably desperate.
The plane had taken off for two hours, and Winston hadn't even said a word to him.
very gloomy……
He pressed his forehead against the front seat, leaned over his face, and dragged his opponent's sleeve with his fingers.
Winston turned his face to avoid Hunter completely.
Ah ... people who never get angry are really troublesome to get angry!
"You ignore me, I'm sad ..."
The other side is still silent.
"Do you know before meeting you ... how did McGrady hit me, wouldn't I be angry?"
Still no one ignored him, and Hunter continued to ask himself.
"I was speechless in the lobby of the hotel when McGrady hit me ... because you were right next to me. I don't want you to hear bad words from others."
Hunt lowered his eyes, and he didn't want to look at Winston's face.
"My bet with McGrady ... not that he rushed into the top six again and stopped stopping me ... but he couldn't use you to beat me again. But at Silverstone I only got eighth place, so I cried Now. "
Hunt's voice was dull.
"I'll tell you the truth, are you still angry with me? Maybe you think it's important that I rarely give you something. Isn't it because I gave it to you? If it was from someone else in your team For you, do you still think so much? I am the person who made origami roses, but you don't think I matter as much as paper roses. "
Hunt felt very depressed.
Ten seconds later, it sounded with a slightly cool but soft voice.
"There aren't many truths in this world. You look down and sad, indeed, is more precious than the roses that are folded out of newspapers."
Hunt didn't look at each other, he just raised his fist and smashed Winston's shoulder.
"you do this delibrately."
"Yes."
"why?"
"I want to see you tangled for me." Winston's tone was taken for granted.
Then, the corners of Hunter's lips were raised, he said nothing, put on his blindfold, tilted his head, and was ready to sleep.
"I thought you would explode."
Winston's fingers gently drew Hunter's blindfold, and the light came in. From this angle, Hunter could meet Winston's eyes from the gap.
Warm, like something blue that is about to melt.
"I have nothing to give you. So I have to give you a little willfulness."
"What willful right?"
"Look at my sad right because of your tangles. No one else can do it." Hunt grinned.
"Thank you." Winston's fingers pushed Hunter's blindfold higher, and he leaned over. What Hunter could see more clearly was his lips, "My King."
Winston's fingers left, and the blindfold fell back to Hunter's eyes, and everything fell into darkness.
But Hunter knew his heart was beating fiercely.
Thank you, my king.
My king.
Winston's unique voice.
Hunter suddenly became irritated and turned to his side.
It stands to reason that he should be able to fall asleep as soon as he hits the pillow, but for at least a few minutes, all that echoed in his mind.
After finally falling asleep, the flight attendant started to distribute food again, and Hunter glanced up at the blindfold, and the Emirates plane meal was okay, that is ... not full.
Hunt finished his plane meal and started thinking about whether to eat the bread too.
Obviously his fingers are not weak, but there is no way to tear the wrapping paper from the small box of butter sauce.
At the back he bit his teeth on the edge of the wrapping paper ... but the edge was bitten off by him, but the wrapping paper was sealed on it.
Hunt threw the small butter box back into the lunch box and sighed with a sigh of regret.
Isn't it just small butter ... it's okay if you don't eat it, so much effort was wasted ...
Suddenly, he suddenly remembered what Winston told him in the hot spring hotel: Open the condom, six calories.
His face was faintly red, but Winston's voice came from his ears.
"Ah." Winston lifted his chin and opened his mouth.
Hunt rolled his face and watched Winston's fingers pinching the small bag and touching his lips.
Hunter opened his mouth subconsciously, and when he bit down the bag, he found that the butter had already been sandwiched.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Winston: You are my king.
Hunter: Where is the privilege of the king?
Winston: Origami a rose for me.
Hunter: No!
Winston: Sleeping against my shoulder.
Hunter: This one can have it!
Winston: I was sobbed.
Hunter: Reject! Refuse! Refuse!