Chapter 10: Then please don't disappear

"Well." Winston responded softly.
The other side did not show a surprised expression. Of course, nothing could surprise Winston in this life, but his calmness made Hunter calm down to look back on his childhood.
"The more I don't want to stutter, the more stuttering I get. Funny, right?"
"But now you have no problems."
"The psychiatrist said it was because I was easily nervous and inferior." Hunter smiled. In fact, deep down in his heart, he still tends to inferiority.
"That's why you started competing in karts."
"Well? How do you know?"
"Whether it is kart or Formula Renault, you need to have a high psychological quality. You drive a kart to learn and exercise yourself to control your emotions."
"How did you know?"
"You told me," Winston replied.
"When?" Hunt looked surprised, how could he not remember?
"Last lifetime."
"..." Hunt was silent.
The Winston guy was so rigorous and unreasonable, he was really cold.
"Okay. Did I ever tell you what my father was like?"
"Go ahead, I can listen again." Winston replied.
"You look like this and I can't be friends with you."
"Well, I'm willing to listen as many times as you say."
A serious expression sounded less sincere.
Hunt rolled his eyes and decided to ignore Winston's cold humor automatically.
"My father was a successful stockbroker in Manhattan, so my childhood was worry-free. Apart from his career, the person he cares about most is me. It takes a lot of money to train a driver, let alone start a child . He asked the coach to train me, and he would quit the busiest job to accompany me to go kart racing. Every time I get a good ranking, when I look at him, I can feel the smile under his eyes. "
"Ok."
"I am more confident and happier every day. But the financial crisis made him bankrupt, and he became very irritable and often drunk. My mother couldn't stand it and left us. Later my mother remarried and married A teacher who lived the peaceful life she dreamed of, but died of dystocia two years later. "
Winston didn't say any sympathy, just took the cigarette that Hunter was about to burn out, put it between his lips, and took a soft breath.
"Before that, I participated in kart racing to make my father proud. Later it turned out to make money to buy wine and drink for my father. I became better and better, driven faster and won countless championships, Even Formula One saw me there. When Marcus signed me, I was so excited that the world was full of hope. But when I went home and told him the news ... he was just 'oh' With a whisper, I drank the bottle and continued to drink on the sofa. I didn't know what was going crazy, I smashed all the wine out of the house. He rushed up and swelled my face ... "
Winston remained silent.
"He wobbled out to buy wine and never came back."
Hunter was finished, and only cigarette butts were left on Winston's cigarette.
"When I was a kid, I thought of Formula One and I was so excited that I could find confidence in the speed. But when I really started the game, the tension was like the precursor to stuttering again, and no one would I care, only I know. "
"Hunt, do you know that when one and the other face to face, there is a language that will make you nervous even if you can't say a word but still let the other party fully understand what you want to express."
"What?" Hunt looked at each other.
"kiss."
At that moment, there seemed to be a sudden break in the depths of the brain.
Hunt opened his mouth, his tongue was stiff, and his throat was tense.
Winston leaned his face in his direction.
Hunt stiffened, feeling the other side getting closer and closer to him, until the other side's hand patted on his shoulder, the scattered soot danced softly under the light.
"The next time you are nervous enough to relax, imagine this is a kiss. Your car, your track, will understand what you want to say, they don't need your voice to communicate."
There was something going on in the back of the mind.
Hunter smiled: "Hey ... has anyone said that you look so sexy?"
"Really?" Winston asked lightly.
"Haha, of course it is true."
"I'll just show you after that."
After speaking, Winston got up and made a "go back" gesture to Hunter. There was a bit of maturity in the sharpness, and he opened his long legs toward the hotel.
Hunt pressed his head and sighed helplessly.
Here again ... feels like a commander.
Back in his room, Hunt fell asleep next to the pillow.
In the dream, he returned to his home, opened the door, and saw himself sitting on the sofa watching TV, while his mother was preparing dinner in the kitchen.
Then my father came back with a large bouquet of roses and an F1 racing model.
The mother took the flower and kissed his father. He hugged the model and smiled sillyly.
This is his home.
Always his home.
Suddenly everything disappeared, and he struggled to catch but couldn't hold anything.
The light dimmed, and faintly saw the fire shining in front of it.
Winston sat alone, smoking a half a cigarette.
"Who are you waiting for here?" Hunt asked silly.
"I'm waiting for you." Those eyes were clear and soft.
"why?"
"Because you say I look in smoking."
"Just because of this?"
"Ok."
Then please don't disappear.
When the morning alarm sounded, Hunter sat up.
Although he slept at least two hours less than usual, he found that he was better off unexpectedly.
After breakfast, it was the last technical meeting before the game.
"Hunt ... you just have to do your best." After the meeting, Marcus came to hug Hunter.
"Just do your best" is actually a euphemism for hope. After all, his three previous races were too unnoticed. Although this time he got the best ranking of the team ’s drivers since the start of the Grand Prix, almost everyone thinks he can't keep this in the race position.
Leaving the hotel, walking into the elevator, as soon as I entered the door, I never met Winston again.
He still looked indifferent, and nodded slightly to Mr. Marcus and Henry.
When they came to the hall, Hunter nearly ran into Tracy McGrady.
McGrady sneered angrily: "It seems you are still very proud!"
"I'm not proud." Hunt was helpless. "Well, I was wrong in the washroom of the Spanish Grand Prix last time. I can prepare a drink bottle for you, follow you, and let you pour me from the beginning Feet, what do you think? "
Hunt decided to face the absurd self, but McGrady's face changed immediately.
He felt that Hunter had good results in the rankings, so he drifted away, and deliberately used the past to stimulate himself.
"Your normal ranking is around fifteen to eighteen, which means that at the time of the race, there will be at least seven to ten racers ahead of you. I hope you don't drive like stammer then."
Maddie's expression was full of malice, which is the result of the so-called "harm to each other".
"Okay McGrady! We'll let you out when your ankle recovers! Don't do this to Hunt!" Marcus was a bit disgusting.
Hunt wasn't going to mess up with McGrady, and in his opinion it was pretty boring.
"Do you think I haven't seen it? You're with Ferrari's Winston in the middle of the night! Is he teaching you how to win today's race? That's useless at all! Do you think Winston is sincere? That's just standing The people at the top have a sense of superiority about your wastewood! "
Hunt said to himself, take a breath, don't get angry, don't get excited!
"You were with Winston last night? When?" Marcus was surprised.
At this point, Winston was standing behind Hunt.
The scene embarrassed Marcus.
But McGrady didn't mean anything to converge, and Winston's becoming an audience made him even more excited.
"Do you think you tell the other side everything and ask the other side, Winston can let you get dazzling results? Don't be naive! That's the mercy of the superiors!"
Don't be angry, Hunter, don't be angry.
Hunt clenched his fists, pressing hard to slow his heart rate, but he found he couldn't.
Control yourself, Hunt.
Don't be irritated by him, Hunt.
You haven't been angry for a long time. Don't be provoked by him, don't let him succeed!
But the more patient, the more uncomfortable.
"Stutterer, why don't you stop talking? Or you know very well that even if you have a relationship with Winston, you are nothing! You will always have to be the base and the bottom!"
The blood seemed to burst from the heart.
"you you……"
You say one more thing and I put your head in the toilet!
Hunter's face flushed instantly, trying to curl his tongue, but it was stiff there.
"You ..." Hunt opened his mouth, his cheek muscles were sour, and he couldn't speak normally.
You can insult me!
I can insult my parents, they ca n’t hear anyway!
But why do you say this in front of Winston?
Hunt didn't even dare to look back at Winston.
Marcus was terrified by Hunt's expression at the moment, and it was the first time he had seen Hunt angry.
Many people looked around, and there were many media participating in Formula One, even the team.
Donald of Sauber, for example, just stepped out and watched this scene with interest.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: Madin, I'm so angry with the cassette! I'm furious! I'm furious!
Winston: I am also very angry.
Hunt: Brothers deserve empathy!
Winston: I mean, it's the only one who can make you "cassette".