Chapter 1: Your pants are not pulled up

The man in the black suit sits quietly on the sofa, the red skirt in the glass slowly rotates along the arc of the wine glass, and returns to calm.
This is a party after a wedding.
The groom's left hand was carrying a loose bow tie, and the neckline of the white shirt was slightly opened to reveal the slender neck line. His eyes were lazy with a slight smile, as if walking in the clouds.
Originally, such a man would be very pleasing if he insisted on red wine to clink with his guests, but he was holding two bottles of beer.
"Hey ... Van Winston ..." Groom Chen Mobai sat down on the sofa and turned to look at Winston.
Winston thought to himself that this is probably what Peach Blossom Eye in China calls.
"You're a bit drunk." Winston lowered the wine glass.
His voice was cold, and it was so sober in this faint air.
"How do you know I'm a little drunk?"
"Because you called me by name."
The groom Chen Mobai reached out and removed the wine glass in front of him, solemnly placing the beer he brought in front of him.
"Then you should make yourself drunk too. Don't be sober ... Life is short and fun in time."
"So how do I play?"
"Do what you want to do." Chen Mobai's fingers nodded in the air.
"How do I do what I want?" Winston asked again.
"If you want something, don't lock up your desire, let it be completely released, and give it all to that person. Let him be drowned by your desire ... even if you don't say a word, the other person will be like you I want him the same-crazy for you. "
Chen Mobai took a long sip of beer into the bottle.
"Can you succeed without saying a word?"
Winston's voice was always faint, like an ancient river, following a permanent trajectory from this end, flowing to the other end.
"Don't think about it so much, just have fun ..." Chen Mobai stood up and walked towards the small figure who was chatting with friends happily.
He didn't say anything, just looked at his bride with a smile, slowly pulled her out of his friends, lowered his nose to pinch her nose, and then continued to look at each other.
The air became slower, and everyone's head was trembling.
Friends shouted "Can't stand it", "Began torture the dog again", "Walk around, let's go home".
Winston bowed his farewell to his host, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and left with the guests.
At the moment he closed, Chen Mobai's voice sounded: "Hey ... Winston ..."
"Huh?" Winston turned around.
"You can be very sexy." Chen Mobai smiled.
Winston raised his hand and turned to leave.
He called a taxi and came to a cemetery. The entrance door was closed, all the lights were off, and only the moonlight fell on the tombstones like tulle.
It didn't look terrifying, but was quiet and peaceful, as if everything in the world was silent.
Winston turned his face to the side, faint and mysterious under the backlight.
"Are you happy?"
Only to see this slender figure step back two steps, and then rushed towards the iron gate with an explosive force, jumping over.
After landing, he tore open his bow tie and tossed it to one side, turned around and pulled the beer bottle on the side of the door back between the bars.
Rows and rows of tombstones looked stubbornly looking up at the night sky, waiting for his arrival, but Winston went straight to the innermost and stopped with nostalgia.
Buried there is Hunter, his only opponent in this life.
How ironic is it that a top Formula 1 driver died in a car accident?
What's even more ironic is that no matter how many so-called "geniuses" follow, he will still be the king of loneliness.
Winston placed the beer in front of Hunter's tombstone, and his lips curled a radian, seemingly calming the night.
"Hunt ... don't you think it would be more cost-effective for me to die if I were to die?"
"Do you remember when I was on my birthday, you said that I would fulfill a wish? My wish is ... I hope you live, like I love you, and love me like crazy."
He leaned down, still restrained and elegant, leaning his forehead lightly on the other's tombstone.
Early the next morning, Winston sat up against his head.
The phone rang and he grabbed it casually, the flashing name on top surprised him.
That was the name of his former fitness coach. Five years ago, they broke up the cooperative relationship. The coach later went to sell sports equipment and became a very successful businessman.
"Hey, Winston! I've been waiting for you for ten minutes! Training late is not like you!"
"You wait for me? Why?" Winston sat up.
"Why wait for you? Are you all right? Is the fitness coach waiting for you to go to the movies together?"
Winston frowned, trying to say something, but still got up and pulled the curtains open.
Nikko was dazzling, and he froze when he could see the billboard across the building.
That was an ad for a hit movie five years ago!
And the scenes on the street and the pedestrian's dress made him feel strange but familiar.
And the bronze statue, which was demolished two years ago, is now standing there with great clarity.
Everything is the same as in memory, but different.
"Today ... what's the month?" Winston asked, closing his eyes.
"May 12th, what's wrong?" The coach was a little suspicious.
In his impression, Winston was very organized, even a little obsessive-compulsive ... How could he not remember the day of the month today?
"Which year?" Winston's fingers clasped the phone tightly, his phalanges turned white with force.
The moment he heard the year, Winston threw the phone onto the bed, ran to the desk, pulled open the drawer, took out the schedule, and quickly spread it out.
His eyes went from top to bottom until he saw the name, and his pupils seemed to burst open.
Marcus Team Evan Hunt.
The still time galloped frantically at that moment.