Chapter 31: Your soul is born to me

"Haha ..." Hunter thought, fortunately, he had just cleaned up the room!
"Actually, I can't talk to you tonight. I'm just curious. I have two questions to ask you."
"Okay, excuse me." Sitting opposite Audrey, Hunt realized that although this was not a formal interview, the conversation had already begun, which made him slightly nervous.
"The first question has been three consecutive races. From Canada, to England, to today's Austria, you almost all came later. You should not have read the interviews with other teams on the media today. Special It's Williams' Celtic, jokingly that if you don't drive past his shoulders, he will think the race is a long way from the end. "
"Did I put pressure on the other drivers?" Hunter asked in surprise.
"And not a little stress."
"Do you already know that Fann Winston of Ferrari is my friend?"
"Well, and he treats you differently."
"Probably because Winston is so good ... I don't have a lot of experience, and I don't have the talent to become famous as a great white shark or Irving ... so I can only keep myself tight and go one by one Super, never give up before the finish line. If there is no determination to fight hard, Miss Wilson, I will have nothing. "Hunt said seriously.
Audrey looked into Hunter's eyes and saw the persistence and determination of this young driver.
Maybe he has a childish side, but maybe he doesn't realize what he is more talented than other top drivers.
"Second question, today you finally passed Duchuny's line on the Red Bull circuit. Whether it is braking or direction control, it is reminiscent of the time that Winston passed Irving at Silverstone this year. You Does he adore Winston and want to be like him, so he has been learning him? "
"What you mean by learning is actually imitation? I do admire Winston. I would study his overtaking clips countless times after the race. But I never wanted to be him ... Miss Wilson, every one Riders have their own thinking modes and have different reaction abilities. No one can jump out of themselves and become another person. I said before that I do n’t have much experience in the field of F1. In addition to personal experience, It is to learn from the experience of others. This overtaking, I will make the same judgment as Winston, because the angle of the curve at the time, the position between me and Duchuny and Winston's response to Irving was very It ’s similar, so I applied it. But it was an overtaking done by Ivan Hunt, not Winston. "
Audrey looked at Hunter for a long time, and then started a smile: "It usually looks like a child, but when I talk about racing, I become very thoughtful and mature."
"Thank you." Hunt squeezed his ears embarrassed.
"So in your mind, how does Vann Winston exist? Your goal of transcendence? You should know that very few media can come out of Winston from his own ideas. He put You are a friend, so I am also curious, what is he like in your heart? "
"Oh ... that guy is more evil than you think ..." Hunt rolled his eyes.
"Really? Like what?"
Hunt thought about it, and found that what Winston did to him couldn't be said in front of Audrey.
Too shameless and too dignified!
"This, you slowly realize it." Hunter grinned. "What I told you is boring. But ... you know that Irving of Red Bull and Charles of Mercedes are likely to be here or there. Retire after the end of the season? "
"Yes. Before Winston arrived, Irving and Shire dominated Formula One for almost twelve years ... Irving did indeed retreat to the media."
"When they leave, Winston will be lonely if there is no outstanding opponent."
Audrey's eyes trembled, and at that moment she saw a lot of deep and persistent things in Hunter's eyes.
"I have to be his opponent, and go straight through every corner with him."
"I think ... I know why Winston identified you as his friend."
"Oh why?"
"Because you have infinite possibilities."
Having said that, Audrey stood up and handed her business card to Hunt.
"The next race is in Japan. I have already discussed with Mr. Marcus and I will do an interview with you before the game, but I heard that you have eliminated all interviews because you like to concentrate before the game. One day you are ready, please tell me. I want to really talk to you well. No racer has a completely different idea at different times. Whether it is you or Fann Winston. " Audrey stomped her feet and straightened Hunter's neckline. "You're handsome, Hunter."
After speaking, she went to the door.
Looking at her back, Hunter never looked back.
what? She said he was handsome?
God, this is the first time a woman says he's handsome!
Most importantly, that person is still Audrey Wilson! Goddess in the eyes of many F1 drivers!
The moment Audrey opened the door, she froze.
Because it was Winston standing outside the door.
And he was carrying a bag on his shoulders.
"Winston ... why are you here so late?"
"Sleep." Winston rolled his face, glanced over Audrey's shoulder and landed directly on Hunter. "How could she be in your room, and so late?"
Hunter opened his mouth. "Interview, will you?"
Feeling the coldness of Winston's body, Audrey's expression was calm: "Because I talked to some topics that Hunter was interested in and let him open the conversation, so I talked for a long time. I'm going back now Now ... but, Winston, you Ferrari team don't seem to live here? "
"I'm here to sleep with him," Winston replied.
Hunter hurried forward, dragged Winston in, and whispered to Audrey and said, "This is what I mentioned before, 'bad place'! He didn't like the smell of the new decoration in his room. So come to me. "
Audrey laughed. "It's not easy to get along with Winston."
"Good night, Miss Wilson."
"Good night, Hunt."
When the door was closed, Audrey walked towards the elevator, but she couldn't help looking back and looked at Hunter's door.
This time, her knowledge of Winston was refreshed again. This lonely and cold man would come to sleep with a friend?
"How long have you been talking?" Winston laid the sports bag on the sofa.
Hunt looked up at his watch. "It didn't take long, more than half an hour."
"But it's nine-thirty now. A woman comes to your room at nine in the evening, do you know what this implies?" Winston turned and hugged his arms.
"Hint?"
Two seconds later, Hunter suddenly realized, and hurried forward: "You mean ... you mean ... say ..."
"Audrey Wilson can get you a cassette?" Winston's eyes fell cold.
"No, I just couldn't find the right words to describe it-wasn't Audrey Wilson interested in me!"
"She is interested in every racer who is in the potential stage."
This answer accelerated Hunt's inexplicable heartbeat.
If Winston doesn't come, can he and the goddess continue to develop?
Pity! There is stuffing!
"Do you like Audrey Wilson?"
"Any Formula One driver doesn't feel her?"
"I didn't feel her."
"... I see it."
So all night, Hunter was inexplicably excited.
Winston used the bathroom first, and when he came out, found Hunter with his legs on his back, sitting on the sofa playing with fun, and his face looked like a 100 million euro lottery ticket.
"I'm out, you can use it."
As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw that Winston's wet hair was flicked back to his head with his fingers, and wearing a bathrobe on his body, he could see his beautiful neck and the lines of his tight calf.
Hunter once again confirmed that the guy had long legs.
"So disappointed ..." Hunt put down his phone and looked up at the other side.
"Because I'm not Audrey Wilson?" Winston asked coldly, sitting next to Hunter.
"Hey! I mean you shouldn't come out with a towel around your waist? Then I can admire your pectoral muscles!" Hunt was dissatisfied.
"Have you made the top five for three consecutive stops, why should I show you?" Winston asked.
"Stupid ..." Hunter stood up and dropped his phone on the ground.
He crouched down to pick up his phone, just at the angle you could see under Winston's bathrobe, wiping his head.
Who knew that just before he turned his face, Winston put his legs up and saw nothing.
I wanted to see what little Winston looked like!
Disappointed again.
As soon as Hunter raised his eyes, he found Winston looking at him with the corner of his mouth.
"Where do you want to see me?"
His voice was softer than usual, scratching Hunt's heart like a feather.
"I have what you have ... what's so nice about it?"
Hunt said scornfully.
"is it?"
Winston's gaze turned as if he wanted to scratch his head.
Just then, he slowly changed his overlapping legs. Hunt watched as the hem of his bathrobe was stretched up, the lines of his legs became more and more detailed, and the shadow was full of mystery.
But when the hem of the bathrobe fell, Hunter still saw nothing.
Really stingy ...
"Hunter, you should be of the type who liked secretly comparing with other students in the bathroom in middle school?"
"It's your shit!" Hunter knew this guy was intentional, "I've never compared it to you anyway!"
You guys don't have any lace news, and they are not interested in Audrey Wilson. Maybe it is not possible?
Thinking of this, Hunter felt deeply satisfied. Humming this song went into the bathroom, with water on, thinking that Audrey might be interested in himself, his feeling was even more acute, so he opened the water and relieved himself Fan.
Who knew it was up, the knock on the door suddenly sounded.
"Hunt, how long do you have to wash?"
Winston's voice rushed down like a basin of cold water, and Hunter was almost uninterested.
"What are you doing? Do you want to use the bathroom?"
"Mr. Marcus called you."
"Then I will return to him in a while!"
Stop talking to me!
You don't know what your voice is like!
It's not exciting!
There was a sound of Winston's distant footsteps outside the door, and Hunt felt he could finally continue.
Who knew it hadn't happened twice before, and Winston's voice rang again.
"Are you touching your little Hunter?"
"No!" Hunt's head was bruised and eager to drop the door on Winston's face.
"When you roll the sheets, do you kiss each other first or take off their clothes first?"
Winston's voice was still faint, looming with the current, and Hunter breathed, not wanting to ignore him.
"Hunter?" Unable to respond, Winston remembered his name softer and clearer than before.
Guilt surged into Hunter's mind, because he began to imagine the expression of Winston at the door.
Is it lowering your eyes?
Is his forehead against the door?
"I should kiss each other first."
"me too."
Hunt took a breath and continued his unfinished "work".
"When kissing, do you lick each other's lips first, or just stick them in?"
Winston's voice sounded again.
Hunt had just untied Audrey's clothes in his mind, and Winston was taken away by his thoughts.
"I ... should lick her lips first ..."
"Would you hold the other person down or turn around and pull the other person down?"
Hunt subconsciously imagined the picture described by Winston in his mind.
"I ... of course I fell down holding each other ..."
"I'll pull the other side down, feel the other side in my arms, and then when I'm most emotional, turn over and press down."
Everything is chaotic, like an illusion.
He saw Winston grinning and holding his hand, stepping back step by step. When Winston's calf fell back against the mattress, he was dragged hard by him.
He supported his upper body in horror, but Winston pressed hard with his hand on his lower back and he fell down.
He raised his head and caught him off guard. The tip of his tongue drifted between his lips, and he squeezed in just as he was about to run away, then sucked upside down, his nerves were stirred up and he couldn't struggle, and then he turned around and sat down Body.
Everything was out of control, and Hunter was suddenly relieved at that instant.
"Hunt? What's wrong with you?"
Winston's voice sounded.
Hunter was there.
What did he do just now?
Thinking clearly is Audrey Wilson, how could it become Winston?
How could he think of Winston like that?
Suffering from guilt, Hunt suddenly felt like a super asshole.
"Nothing! I've washed it!"
Hunt turned off the water, put on his pajamas, and came out.
Winston tilted his face, holding his arms and watching him not far away: "Don't you say you should come out with a towel?"
"I like to sleep in pajamas." Hunt didn't dare to see Winston.
"Are you a kid?" Winston asked.
"Yeah!" Hunter was too lazy to refute, and he was still shocked at what had just appeared in his mind.
Sitting in the quilt, Hunter held his phone and continued to play.
He wanted to get out of his shock.
Winston didn't say anything, just opened his book and leaned against Hunter next to the bed.
A few minutes passed, and Hunter suddenly said, "Sorry."
"I'm sorry?" Winston slowly turned the book to the next page.
"You still do n’t want to make fun of me in the future. Although it ’s normal for men to make fun jokes together, you make fun ... that makes me helpless."
"for example?"
"For example, you picked me up in front of so many people today, and you also hugged into the bathroom."
"So, you want me to pick you up when I'm no one and hug you in the bathroom?"
"... Look, this is a joke very helpless."
"Hunt, are you worried that you will be too close to me one day?"
"what?"
"So you treat everything I say as a joke."
"What are you talking about?" Hunt shook his head. "I can't keep up with your thinking."
"You feel that all the people closest to you, such as your mother and father, will leave you. You are afraid that I will do the same. If you never give yourself completely to another person, you will not be because of him Disappointed, right? "
Winston's eyes did not move away from the pages of the book, and he said calmly what Hunt had never discovered himself.
"You won't leave, I know."
It just won't be as close as it is now.
One day we all left Formula One. You have your habits and rules. I have my bad hobbies. We live our own ordinary lives.
We don't hurt each other like Zero and Hunter in Speed ​​Murder, but we forget each other.
"No matter what happens, I will not disappear from your life. So please accept what I have said to you and what I have done."
Hunt's heart was warmer and more guilty.
Winston, if you knew what I was thinking in the shower just now, would you be so calm?
The most important thing is that you are calm, I am calm!
Hunter threw the phone and pulled the quilt back to Winston and lay down.
"Sleep!"
"Did your hair dry?"
"Done!"
Winston's hand stretched over, his fingers fell between the hairs of Hunter's head, and he rubbed them gently to make sure that Hunter's hair was really dry. He also put the book down and turned off the bedside lamp.
But when he lay down, Hunter couldn't sleep again, and he continued to hold his cell phone to relax in the quilt.
At this time, a text message from Marcus told him that Audrey Wilson was full of Hunter's words in the column, and told Hunter to remember to order a bouquet of flowers tomorrow because it was Audrey. Wilson's birthday.
"Hey ..." Hunt leaned his elbows backwards and bumped into Winston.
"Ok?"
"Tomorrow is Miss Wilson's birthday. Mr. Marcus asked me to send her a bouquet of flowers ... what should I write on the card?" Hunt asked.
"Happy Birthday."
"... It's nothing special," Hunt thought, and said, "She seems to like poetry very much."
The last time he walked outside the hotel, he casually read a few words "If I Have the Brocade of Heaven" which Winston once said to him, Audrey seemed surprised and very fond.
"She likes poetry, do you like her?" Winston asked.
"Well ... I dreamed of a woman like her when I was young, beautiful, in good shape, thoughtful, and emotional."
"You want to chase her?"
"Hahaha ... haven't you said? She is interested in all potential young drivers. Maybe I can make her interested, but I can't catch her heart. What I really want ... not one to accompany me People who are roller coasters are people who can quietly accompany me on a walk on the beach and watch the sunset without feeling too boring in life. "
"You are not the kind of person who walks quietly by the sea to watch the sunset."
"You're annoying."
"What you want is when everyone thinks you're laughing indifferently, but someone knows you need someone to hug."
Winston's voice was still so indifferent and so light. It seemed like he should know all the unknown care in Hunt's mind.
"Here is a poem, Mr. Winston, who has graduated from Eaton College. Anyway, Audrey Wilson appreciates me and hopes that she will find me a little more attractive and always tells me good things in the column." Hunter said with a joke .
But almost a minute passed and Winston didn't speak.
Hunter thought about it, writing a poem or something, maybe he would be laughed at by Audrey as "retro".
"Hunter."
"Huh?" Hunt fell into an eyelid and was almost asleep.
"I met you. I remember you. This city is born for love, your soul is born for me."
Winston's voice was mellow, making Hunter's already quiet heart again.
"Remember?" Winston asked softly.
"Ah?" Hunt froze, motionless.
"Don't you write to Audrey Wilson?"
"Oh……"
At that moment, he was disappointed.
Not even myself understand why.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: How many poems do you have in your head?
Winston: I love you straight to the depth, breadth, and height that my soul can reach ...
Hunter: Damn it-just say with your mouth! Don't like me anymore!