Chapter 24: Lighter, Hunter

Almost everyone passing by couldn't help but look in his direction.
Hunt sighed. Some people are like that, even silence is a natural luminous body.
The phone in my pocket shook, and Hunter took it out and read a text message from Winston: I'm waiting for you right now in London.
Laughing and laughing, Hunter suddenly had a bad heart. Instead of returning to Winston's text message, he stood in the place and looked at the other person, thinking how long it would take him to find himself here?
When Winston looked up, several girls covered their mouths and watched him leave.
Hunt thought he would see himself, but didn't expect the guy to turn around.
Hunter suddenly thought of something, took out his mobile phone, kneeled on the ground on one knee, and took a photo of Winston and the Ferris wheel.
After hearing a click, Winston finally turned his head.
"Are you late? Or did you deliberately sneak shot me?"
Winston slowly walked in front of him, and Hunt was still in the position of squatting, and handed out his cell phone: "If you can't shoot, you delete it."
"You keep it."
Winston rolled his face and motioned them to the line.
At this moment, Hunter suddenly became a little embarrassed.
Winston was obviously a man of few words. He had to stay in the cabin for thirty minutes. In addition to enjoying the scenery, Hunter was not sure whether he and the other party had so many topics.
More importantly, the tourists who come here are either family members or lovers. It is really strange that the two big men of Winston ride the Ferris wheel.
Think of it this way, before Hunter became more regretful, why did he say he wanted to go to the London Eye, have a meal together and watch an opera?
Wait ... it seems strange to eat and watch opera?
Fortunately, a cabin can take more than 20 people, and some tourists take their children and make a loud noise, which is not so awkward.
Winston was sitting next to Hunter, who was looking out at the Thames through the window.
"It's pretty." Heng features his head.
In fact, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, if he looks at it for more than ten seconds, he will feel like going to sleep.
"I was told that you cried after you drove the car back after the race."
Winston's voice was very close, because the children were talking excitedly in the compartment, and he had to rely on Hunter to make him understand what he was talking about.
"I didn't cry, I just sweated a lot."
Which said it out!
He must flatten each other!
"Actually the results of Formula One races are normal."
"Are you comforting me?" Hunt asked reluctantly.
"You don't need me to comfort."
"why?"
Didn't you hear that I cried?
"If you haven't met me and got this result from adversity, you will be very satisfied and proud. You can pursue higher pursuits now, what can I comfort you?"
Hunter looked at Winston. At that moment, the feeling of regret after the game suddenly surged again, his eyes were sour again, and he could only quickly turn his face away.
"I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic." Hunt looked out at the Thames out of the window.
"Make me so narcissistic, isn't it you?"
"... I thought I was getting closer and closer to you, but you defeated Great White Shark, and I fell from sixth to ninth. It seems to be getting farther and farther."
"But I hope on the track, the harder you try to chase, the farther away you are from me."
"Why!" Hunt turned back a little bit angrily, only to find that Winston kept looking at himself.
"Because I want to be chased by you forever." Winston's voice was very soft, as if it would break when touched.
Hunt found himself scared that the man was speaking in such a tone, as if he hadn't started the contest yet ... he had already lost ground.
He took a secret breath and don't look over.
The ferris wheel unknowingly reached the apex, the river and the sky were intertwined, and the boundaries were indistinguishable.
Everything is small, but the world is infinitely wide.
"Hey, Winston ... I and you are at the top. Should you say something that impresses me at such a memorable moment?" Hunt said half-jokingly.
"So what do you want to hear?"
"Aren't you a graduate of Eaton College? A little aristocratic temperament?" Hunt smiled widely.
Winston didn't say anything, and Hunt didn't regret it.
After all, this guy can accompany himself on the Ferris wheel, it is already a miracle.
When the Ferris wheel started to descend, the cool voice lifted the conversation among tourists and came to Hunter's ear.
"If I have the brocade of heaven, woven with gold and silver light, the blue, gray, and black brocade transforms night, morning and dusk, and day. I will use this brocade to spread under your feet.
Winston's voice was close and far away.
Hunt turned around in surprise.
He was reading a poem just because he was joking for him to show a little aristocratic temperament.
Hunter has always thought that if someone really reads poems to himself, he would surely feel both affectionate and funny, but the other party is Winston.
He was so indifferent, he never thought of who to please, just because Hunter wanted him to do it, he did.
In his voice, the Thames and the sky seemed to really become a brocade belonging to Hunter only.
"But I have nothing but dreams ... I spread my dreams under your feet."
Winston leaned slightly towards Hunter. Hunter wanted to move away from his sight, but the sight of those eyes was in Winston's realm, and he was in it no matter how to escape.
There are so many things he can't understand.
Too deep, too wide ... too far.
"Lighter, Hunter. Because my dream is under your feet."
Like a sigh of perseverance.
Hunter had this strange feeling for the first time-he walked in the kingdom under Vann Winston's eyes, and each step was carefully held up by the opponent until he went deepest.
When a child makes a sound, he suddenly returns to God.
"Hey ... what is this? Who wrote it?"
"Is this important? Anyway, tell you who wrote it, you don't know who it was." Winston murmured softly.
"Don't say no," Hunter snorted disapprovingly.
Then he found out that the two female college students across were covering their mouths and laughing at them.
Hunt handed his cell phone to the other party: "Hey, can I take a picture with my friend?"
"of course can!"
Hunt beat his scissors and banged Winston with his arm. "You don't have to look like the London Eye is about to fall."
It means to give a face a good smile.
Just as the other was about to press the shutter, Hunter felt his shoulders pinched. He looked subconsciously at the man next to him, and found that the other person actually laughed.
The shutter sounded, and Hunter reacted.
Winston's hand had been put down, he tilted slightly to the opposite side, said "thank you", and took Hunter's phone back.
He glanced at the photo and returned Hunter: "You should be satisfied."
Hunt glanced down and found that the picture shot turned out to be Winston holding one hand, smiling at the camera with a smile, and watching Winston's face.
It ’s so fucking, I do n’t know how much he loves this guy who is cold most of the time, what time is good, but forever.
Goosebumps are about to rise.
"I want to delete the double photo! I don't know I thought I had a leg with you!"
"Retake it as you see it," Winston said coolly.
Hunt's finger clicked on "Delete", hesitated for three seconds, let's forget ...
Although his expression was too goosebumps, maybe Winston's smile was only him?
You can also sell the media for a good price!
"If you dare to sell my photos, I'll tear off Little Hunt."
Lying! How do you know what's on my mind?
Hunt opened his eyes.
"It seems that you really plan to sell." Winston's brows seemed to be in a trend to provoke.
"How is it possible! I just wonder why you think so!"
"Because you've done this before."
"Once? Shouldn't you mean my last life?"
"Ok."
"Well, I must have been stupid in my life."
When the Ferris wheel made a full circle, they returned to the ground, and the two came out with the other tourists.
Hunt asked with a smile: "Will we go to the Tower of London?"
"All went, where do you want to go next year?"
This sentence made Hunt feel better.
It means that Winston thinks Hunter is still in Formula One next year and he will accompany him where he wants to go.
The two just walked on the streets of London, and occasionally saw some attractions.
Lunch is the restaurant of choice for Winston.
Hunter thought that this guy was so high, and the restaurant he went to must be tall, but he didn't expect that he just took him to a small restaurant on the corner.
Right from the window is a row of old shops, and the spires of the Gothic church burst into the sky.
Hunt looked out the window while holding his chin: "Is this because of the scenery?"
"Because the steak here is the best I have ever had," Winston replied.
"Huh? I thought you preferred those Michelin-starred restaurants?"
Delicious is delicious, which means that there are too many rules and a little sense of freedom.
"Also, I like to see you sitting in a bright spot."
In this case, other men would be a bit arrogant and funny to say, but just like reading a poem casually, Winston took it for granted.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: Say, if I really sold your photo, would you really tear off Little Hunt?
Winston: You did that in your last life, didn't it hang there well?
Hunt: Scared me ...
Winston: And I like playing with it.
Hunter: ...