Almost everyone passing by couldn't help looking in his direction.

Hunter sighed. Some people are like this, even silence is a natural glow.

The cell phone in my pocket shook, and Hunter took it out and saw it. It was a text message from Winston: I'm waiting for you in London.

He smiled with his mouth, and Hunter suddenly became a bad intention. He did not reply to Winston's text message, but stood there and looked at the other person, thinking about how long it would take for him to find out that he was here?

When Winston looked up, several girls covered their mouths and looked at him while leaving.

Hunter thought he would see him, but he didn't expect that the guy would turn around.

Hunter suddenly thought of something, took out his cell phone, knelt on one knee, and took a photo of Winston and the Ferris Wheel.

Perhaps hearing a click, Winston finally turned his head.

"Are you late? Or are you deliberately taking pictures of me?"

Winston slowly walked to him, Hunter still squatting in place and handed out his phone: "If you can't take a photo, you can delete it."

"You keep it."

Winston sideways and signals that it’s time for them to line up.

At this time, Hunter suddenly became a little embarrassed.

Winston was obviously a person who didn't talk much and had to stay in the cabin for thirty minutes. Apart from enjoying the scenery, Hunter was not sure if he and the other party had so many topics.

More importantly, the tourists coming here are either family or couples. It is really a bit strange to be on the Ferris wheel with two big men, Winston.

Thinking of this, Hunter regretted even more and more why he said he wanted to go to London, just have a meal and watch some opera!

Wait... It seems strange to eat and watch opera?

Fortunately, there are more than 20 people in one cabin, and tourists and children are chattering and making noise, so it is not so embarrassing.

Winston sat next to Hunter, who looked out the window at the Thames River.

"It's pretty." Hengte's head.

But in fact, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, if you look at it for more than ten seconds, he will feel like he wants to sleep.

"I was told that you cried after driving back after the game."

Winston's voice was very close, and because there were children's excitement in the carriage, he had to lean towards Hunter to let him hear what he was saying.

"I didn't cry, I just sweated a lot."

Which bastard said it!

He must beat the other person!

"In fact, it's normal for Formula 1 competition to fluctuate."

"Are you comforting me?" Hunter asked reluctantly.

"You don't need my comfort."

"Why?"

Didn’t you hear that I was crying?

"If you didn't meet me and get this result from adversity, you would be very satisfied and proud. If you can have higher pursuits now, why should I comfort you?"

Hunter looked at Winston. At that moment, the feeling of regret suddenly came again after the game, and his eyes were sour again. He could only quickly turn his face away.

"I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic." Hunter looked out the window at the Thames River.

"Isn't it you who made me so narcissistic?"

"...I thought I was getting closer and closer to you, but you defeated the Great White Shark, and I dropped from sixth to ninth. It seemed to be getting farther and farther away."

"But I hope that the harder you pursue on the track, the further you will be from me."

"Why!" Hunter turned around a little angrily, and then realized that Winston had been looking at him.

"Because I want to be chased by you forever." Winston's voice was very light, as if it would break when touched.

Hunter found himself afraid that the man would speak in such a tone, as if he had not started a contest... he had already failed.

He took a breath inwardly and turned his head away.

The Ferris wheel unknowingly reached its peak, and the river and the sky intertwined, unable to distinguish the boundaries.

Everything is small, but the world is infinitely broad.

"Hey, Winston...I'm at the summit with you, such a memorable moment, should you say something that impresses me?" Hunter said half-jokingly.

"So what do you want to hear?"

"Aren't you graduated from Eton? Someone with a noble temperament?" Hunter showed a big smile.

Winston didn't speak, and Hunter didn't feel regretful.

After all, it is already a miracle that this guy can accompany him on the Ferris wheel.

When the Ferris wheel began to descend, the cool voice cleared the conversation between tourists and came to Hunter's ears.

"If I have the brocade of heaven, woven with gold and silver light, blue, gray, and black brocade, which changes the night, morning and evening, and day. I will spread it under your feet with this brocade."

Winston's voice was very close and far away.

Hunter turned around in surprise.

He was reading a poem because he was jokingly asking him to show a little aristocratic temperament.

Hunter always thought that if someone really recited poems to him, he would definitely find it pretentious and funny, but the other party was Winston.

He had such a calm expression, and he never thought about who to please, but because Hunter asked him to do it, he did it.

In his voice, the Thames and the sky seemed to have really become the brocade that belonged only to Hunter.

"But I have nothing but dreams... I spread my dreams under your feet."

Winston leaned slightly towards Hunter. Hunter wanted to move his gaze away, but the eyes were all in Winston's realm, and no matter how he escaped, he was in it.

There are too many things in it that he can't understand.

Too deep, too wide...and too far.

"Be gentle, Hunter. Because my dream is under your feet."

It was like a sigh of reluctance.

Hunter had this strange feeling for the first time - he walked in the country under Van Winston's eyes, and was carefully held by the other party until he walked into the deepest part.

When a child makes a sound, he suddenly comes to his senses.

"Hey...what is this? Who wrote it?"

"Is this important? Anyway, tell you who wrote it, and you don't know who it is." Winston said indifferently.

"If you don't say it, just don't say it." Hunter snorted dissatisfied.

Then he found that two female college students opposite were covering their mouths and smiling at them.

Hunter handed his cell phone to the other party: "Hey, can I take a photo with my friend?"

"sure!"

Hunter used his scissors hand and hit Winston beside him with his arm, "Don't look like you're about to fall down when you're about to fall."

It means giving face and laughing at least.

Just as the other party was about to press the shutter, Hunter felt his shoulders being hugged. He subconsciously looked at the man next to him and found that the other party was actually smiling.

The shutter sounded, and Hunter realized it.

Winston had already put down his hand, and he leaned slightly towards the opposite side, said "thank you" and took Hunter's cell phone back.

He glanced at the photo and gave Hunter: "You should be satisfied."

Hunter looked down and found that the picture being photographed was Winston holding him with one hand, smiling at the camera, and looking at the scene on Winston's side face.

It's so fucking affectionate. Those who don't know think he loves this guy who is cold most of the time. What kind of time is peaceful, but I want to be forever.

Goosebumps are about to get up.

"I'm going to delete the re-photo! Those who don't know think I have an affair with you!"

"Re-photos are taken by yourself," Winston said coldly.

Hunter's finger pointed at the "delete", hesitated for three seconds, let's forget it...

Although his expression was so goosebumps, maybe he was the only one who had Winston's smile?

Can you sell it to the media at a good price!

"If you dare to plan to sell my photos, I will tear down the little Hunter."

Lying grass! How do you know what I am thinking about?

Hunter opened his eyes widened.

"It seems you really plan to sell it." Winston's eyebrows seemed to be in a trend.
To be continued...