Chapter 14: You will be hollowed out

"I ..." At that moment, he found himself speechless.
Why is Winston here?
At this time, he was wearing a white sweater and jeans underneath, and the whole man seemed to be casual but showed a feeling that people wanted to approach but could not approach.
The woman looked at Winston for five seconds before reacting. This man is enough to drive the women in the audience crazy.
"Are you friends?" The woman stood up with a smile, "Would you like to have a drink together?"
Hunt sighed in his heart ... he knew too much about the cruelty of Winston's appearance when everyone else became a foil.
"Do you want to roll the sheets with this woman?" Winston lowered his eyes and looked at Hunt.
Hey! Don't speak so directly!
What is so easy to ask with such an open fact!
Hunter was still speechless.
He can understand that it's hard to speak out in the face of McGrady's provocation, but now?
I just wanted to kiss, and met Winston. What ’s so tense?
"But she's more interested in me," Winston said. "Are you sure you want this woman?"
Hunt froze. He didn't expect Winston to be so straightforward.
The woman's face couldn't hold up, and she couldn't help but sneer at Winston: "You do look good, but who knows what you can do?"
"What counts? Perpetual motion?"
Winston's voice was cold.
This coldness made his sarcasm like a ruthless sharp blade, poking it in severely, but pulling it out without muddling.
The woman said nothing and turned and walked away.
"Hey ... you are a famous English gentleman ... you did that just now, but it doesn't look like ..."
"People are always equated with a gentleman's restraint in expressing likes and dislikes. If so, I'm already a gentleman to you." Winston reached out to Hunt, whose fingertips just touched the warm palms of the other side. , Was dragged up.
"What do you mean?"
"I have restrained you."
"Well ... it's like you want to hit me all the time." Hunt spread his hands.
Winston suddenly lowered his waist and leaned against Hunter, watching his lips as if they were about to hit him. Hunter took a breath and leaned back, but Winston stopped at least five centimeters away from him.
"Clearly came to the bar, but you didn't drink."
"Ah ... um ... that, I can drink in Canada, but ... I have a sip."
In fact, he didn't sip a bite. It was just that Winston knew that he had come to the bar without drinking, which made Hunt feel shameless.
"People are always interested in things they can't do. What do you think of wine?"
"That's it." Hunt shrugged.
In middle school, many students secretly drank alcohol, but Hunter did not touch alcohol because he had some regular training to participate in the go-kart competition and his father was very strict. Later, after his father started drinking, Hunter hated alcohol for no reason, and never touched it.
"... I kind of hate wine." Hunt laughed with a mockery.
"I know. Your focus today is not on drinking, but on women."
Hunter raised his hand, surrendering.
"I wonder if you were sent to catch me on purpose by Marcus!"
"Are you celebrating your first points?"
"Well. Forget it ..." Hunt lowered his head, and now thought it didn't matter.
"Let's go, I invite you for a drink."
"Ha?" Hunt felt he had heard it wrong.
"It's not for you. If you like women, there's even better."
and many more? Will Winston drink himself? Ah ... no, please pick your own girl!
Suddenly curious what the bar that Winston is going to look like!
Hunt overtook Winston in three or two steps.
"Are you choosing a place where there are many beautiful women?"
"I suggest you still don't focus on women."
"why?"
"You are too young."
"It's like you're ten or twenty years older than me!"
"Your self-control is not good."
"What? Don't say half of what you say, I might not be able to figure out the rest!"
"You will be hollowed out."
"Then if you don't even have a sister, what will you take me for!"
"I didn't say that you can't look at beautiful women, I just said that you need to be restrained during adolescence, otherwise you will easily hurt below."
"Adolescence? I'm 19 when I'm still adolescent?"
"Wto's adolescence is ten to twenty."
"What? You have moved out of wto! Also, what you said will hurt the bottom ... what does that mean?" Hunter didn't catch up with the other.
"It will hurt in the first time," Winston replied.
"That ... that's also painful and happy!"
"You have so little self-control, you will inevitably go over and over again.
Hunt froze there and drew his ears.
If he hadn't heard Winston say, "Drag your bird down and put it in your mouth," he wouldn't believe that what just said, "Maybe it will rot," is Winston. of.
"That's right! I have a question for you!" Hunter grabbed Winston's arm suddenly.
But suddenly I thought that I had heard before that Winston didn't like people touching him, so he put his hands back.
"what is the problem?"
"At the hotel that day ... the words you said to me for McGrady ... which happened to be in my head ... is this a coincidence?"
"You are not good at cursing people. The three most effective in this life are those three sentences."
"How do you know? You haven't heard me scold!" Hunt thought that Winston was amazing!
Winston didn't answer him, but just said lightly, "Will you go?"
"Go! Of course!"
Hunt was full of anticipation when he thought it was the bar Winston took himself to.
Winston is obviously different from the fishy pie like Donald, and his life should be more textured.
"Should you take me to a cocktail party in an evening gown?"
"No."
Winston arrived in front of a Ferrari, this time a pure black sports car, with smooth and slightly arrogant lines, just like the emperor who ruled the night.
"Wow ... there are new cars!"
How good is the driver of the Ferrari team!
"Do you go in by yourself or do I hold you in?"
Winston rolled his face. This guy just can't listen to a little nonsense, and can't watch anyone else waste a second of time.
After Hunter sat in, he thought secretly when he could borrow this sports car to drive?
"Do you like it?" Winston drove smoothly.
"Of course I like it!"
"Girl and car, which one do you like?"
"... see what kind of car and what kind of girl." Hunter intentionally smiled at the bad boy.
"The woman just now, and this car now."
"I don't know." Hunter looked up. "If it was a woman who really waited for me to go home ... a woman who would wait for me whether I succeeded or failed ... maybe I can't change it in a lifetime.
"Hunter."
"Ok?"
The night breeze brushed his cheeks and curled up his hair. He suddenly felt that life was so comfortable and good.
"You are innocent."
"What the is pure love!" Hunter rolled his eyes.
Friend, you know that using your voice to say my innocence or something is like a mockery from God.
"I'll wait for you at the end, whether you succeed or fail. Would you be willing to change my life for me?" Winston was so indifferent in both voice and expression.
Seems like gossip.
Hunt tilted his face and looked at Jun Jun's dim face under the street light, and laughed.
"Okay, I'll change my life for you. But you have to make Mexican cheese burritos. When you roll the sheets, you must take the initiative to make me happy. After 35 years of age, you can't lose shape and give me a little one. Hunt. "
"The first three are fine. The last one, I'll think of a way." Winston struck the steering wheel and drove into an alley.
This answer made Hunter even happier.
"Hey, Vann Winston ... you really are a gift from heaven."
"Ok?"
"You are so lofty, but you are willing to be friends with me, to cheer me up with words that others don't believe, although ... it's all a joke."
"I never tell cold jokes."
The car stopped at a warehouse bar.
Winston's hand rested on Hunter's chair and looked at him: "As long as you ... never hit a utility pole in a car and finish myself, I can always coax you."
Hunter's heart seemed to be dragged into each other's eyes at that moment.
It was a crazy attachment, but flashed.
Like a sign of danger.
Even if destroyed, Hunt finds himself unconscious.
Because Winston was his lifetime, the first person to say "forever" to him.
"Get off." Winston opened the door and stepped out with long legs.
Hunt woke up.
This warehouse bar is not conspicuous from the outside, and it even has a bit of shabby taste.
But when they walked in, Hunter knew what it was like to have no holes.
The dim lights are mysterious, but not dispirited.
The bartender on the bar is mixing the bar, his movements are not fancy, but no matter the arc of the wrist or the movement of tossing the glass, he is chic and free.
There are not many customers in the bar, but from the luxury cars parked outside the warehouse, the guests here are not ordinary people.
Some two or three sat together and talked to each other, some snuggled together and whispered to each other, and some hugged each other, slowly swinging with the rhythm of the blues.
As soon as Winston walked in, he became the focus of attention again.
The atmosphere here is quieter than the previous bar, and there is a hint of ambiguousness flowing in this quietness. Even the smell of alcohol in the air is very different, as if it is a suppressed desire, pouring out from the gap.
The bartender smiled at Winston: "It's rare, you brought a friend."
Winston just tapped on the table with his hand: "Come on a cup of DArKnIght."
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Winston: I can guarantee to make Mexican cheese burritos for you. When you roll the sheets, you must take the initiative to make you happy. After 35 years of age, your body will never be out of shape. With the advancement of technology, you want a little Hunter. Yes, but you will come.
Hunter: ... but I don't want you!
Winston: Me and perpetual motion, you choose one yourself.
Hunter: You are different from perpetual motion!