The takeaway was delivered quickly, and after the two of them had dinner, it was completely dark. Leaning on the sofa and watching TV for a while, Eric took Drew upstairs to prepare the bedroom for the girl.
"Eric, I want to sleep with you." Drew pouted, took the quilt that Eric took out from the cabinet and held it in his arms.
He took out another pillow and patted it. Eric said casually, "Stop making trouble, Drew, you don't want me to get into trouble again, do you?"
"But, this is your home, who would know?"
"You forgot what happened last time so quickly. If you hadn't messed around, so many messy things wouldn't have happened afterwards. Well, come with me."
Drew followed Eric reluctantly to a spare bedroom.
"Just here, there is hot water in the bathroom, oh, I forgot you can't take a shower, just go to bed early."
After explaining, Eric left Drew's bedroom and walked to the study.
After writing a few pages of the "Resident Evil" novel, Eric stretched himself, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and went to the balcony. Looking up, the whole of Los Angeles was shrouded in a brightly lit bustling city.
Sitting down on a deck chair on the balcony, lighting a cigarette, Eric leaned on the back of the chair, inexplicably remembering what Aniston said on the phone at noon, is he really like a passerby
There was a slight sound behind him, and he turned his head to look, because there was no pajamas, and Drew, who was wearing Eric's large T-shirt, walked over on tiptoe, silently like a cat, and after being discovered by Eric, cutely He stuck out his tongue.
"Eric, I can't sleep." Drew leaned over, pushed Eric to the other side of the wide recliner, and lay down beside him, with his head resting on Eric's arm.
He snatched the cigarette from Eric's hand, took a puff skillfully, exhaled a bubble of smoke, frowned slightly, and gave the cigarette to Eric again.
"Does it taste good without marijuana?" Eric flicked his cigarette butt, and asked with a smile.
"Of course," Drew replied matter-of-factly.
"Don't touch those things again," Eric patted the girl on the shoulder.
"Um… "
The nights in Los Angeles were very cold this season, and it didn't matter to Eric himself, but Drew was only wearing a T-shirt, with two long fair legs underneath. After taking another two puffs in a hurry, he crushed the cigarette and threw it into the trash can. Eric turned slightly sideways and pulled out a blanket from the side to cover the two of them.
"Eric, what were you thinking just now?" Drew asked curiously, tilting his head.
Eric carefully pulled the blanket for Drew, and said softly: "I miss Anne, I wonder where she is in New York now?"
"Actually..." Drew hesitated and said, "I know."
"Um?"
"Didn't I promise you that I would explain what happened to Aniston that day? After asking some people, I got her contact information. She lives in Manhattan, New York now. I don't remember the specific address, but I wrote it on paper and I will bring it to you tomorrow."
Eric smiled: "Why are you willing to give it to me?"
"I want to make you happy."
"So cute."
Drew hit the snake with the stick: "Is there a reward? At least give me a kiss?" He said, bringing his baby face closer.
Eric kissed Drew's cheek lightly. Drew squinted his eyes and snorted contentedly, then kissed back, and finally stretched out his little tongue to lick Eric's face, then giggled stand up.
"Eric, can you sing? Sing me a song, please?"
Eric didn't refuse, patted Drew on the shoulder, and said, "Good cat, warm cat, little plush ball..."
"Ha, don't listen to nursery rhymes," Drew smiled and scratched Eric's body. He suddenly thought of something, got out from under the blanket, and walked into the house. When he came back after a while, he already had too many An acoustic guitar.
"It's hanging on my bedroom wall, Eric, can you play the guitar?"
Eric took it over, fiddled a few tunes at random and said, "No, this is left by the former owner."
"Try it, I want to listen." Drew coquettishly got into the blanket again.
Eric had no choice but to sit up, put the guitar on his lap, tried to play a few times, glanced at the bright lights under Beverly Hills, brewed for a few seconds, and said softly:
*On the windows of the Boeing 727, your tearful eyes are reflected
*Overlooking the city, everything has become slightly invisible
*When the sunset renders Hell's Kitchen a paradise
*you turn your face away
*I put a strand of messed hair up to your ear
*says everything will be all right
*As long as we're together, forever, ever.
*As long as we're together, forever, ever.
*…
Some of the guitar skills learned in college have long been forgotten. Eric just fiddled with his feelings. His slightly hoarse voice drifted in the night wind, lingering with strands of inexplicable emotions.
After singing the song, Drew squinted his eyes and thought about it for a while before saying, "Eric, will we be together forever?"
Putting the guitar aside, Eric lay back again, and Aniston's words came to mind again, thinking of his experience of coming to this world inexplicably after drinking: "Who knows, maybe when I wake up, I'm already dead Maybe it will happen."
Drew pulled Eric's arm to pillow, rubbed gently, and said, "If you die, I will be with you."
Eric smiled and said: "That's romantic. According to Western practice, maybe our story will be made into a poignant love story, and then arranged into a drama such as "Eric and Drew". We perform in the theater every year. If it is in the story of the Orientals, we may be a pair of unyielding men and women who bravely pursue love, and finally we will become a pair of butterflies, flying together, and the idiots will love our story again. Tears are shed all over the place, but old-fashioned parents will use this to educate their rebellious children: If you dare to act recklessly, be careful to become a butterfly."
"Haha," Drew said with a chuckle: "Eric, hearing you say that, I can't help but want to kill you, and then commit suicide. In this way, in people's stories, we can be together forever gone."
Eric knocked on Drew's forehead and said, "If you really do this, our story is more likely to become a bizarre murder case in the police station's file room."
Drew rubbed his head in protest as usual, and the two of them leaned together quietly for a while, and the girl again had nothing to say.
"Eric, what is your dream?"
"Why do you ask this suddenly?"
"Just curious, tell me."
Eric straightened himself up, changed his posture and said, "I don't like the word dream, I like to use ideal. Dreams are always boundless, but ideals must be down to earth."
"What about your ideal?"
"My ideal," Eric pondered for a moment, and said in an unpleasant way: "Is it worth having a lot of female stars and having a bunch of child stars to become legends in the film industry?"
Drew raised his head and tapped Eric's arm lightly with the back of his head, and said with a smile, "It's so vulgar!"
"Okay, it's late, go to sleep."
"Well, how about sleeping here?"
"I'll catch a cold."
"Then you carry me back," Drew said coquettishly, raising his arms around Eric's neck.
Eric stood up helplessly, stretched out his arms to hold Drew, just straightened his waist, suddenly seemed to lose his strength, sank down, and moaned: "Oh, it's so heavy, I'm old, I can't hold it anymore .”
"You're so annoying," the startled Drew Jiao smiled and hit Eric, but tightly grabbed Eric's neck and didn't let go. Eric had no choice but to pick up the girl and hug her. Go to the bedroom.