The takeaway was quickly delivered, and after the two of them finished their dinner, it was already completely dark. Leaning back on the couch and watching TV for a while, Eric took Drew upstairs to prepare the girl's bedroom.

"Eric, I want to sleep with you." Drew pouted and took the quilt that Eric had taken from the cupboard and hugged it in his arms.

He took out another pillow and patted it, and Eric said casually, "Don't make a fuss, Drew, you don't want me to get into trouble again, do you?" ”

"But this is your house, who knows?"

"You forgot about the last time so quickly, if you weren't messing around, it wouldn't have happened so many messy things later, okay, follow me."

Reluctantly, Drew followed Eric to a spare bedroom.

"That's it, there's hot water in the bathroom, oh, I forgot you can't take a shower, so be it, go to bed early."

After some explanation, Eric walked out of Drew's bedroom and towards the study.

After a few pages of the novel, Eric stretched, pulled a box of cigarettes out of a drawer and went out onto the balcony, looking up to see that all of Los Angeles was shrouded in a glittering bustle.

Sitting down on a recliner on the balcony and lighting a cigarette, Eric leaned back in his chair and somehow remembered what Aniston had said on the phone at noon, did he really look like a passerby?

There was a slight noise behind him, and he turned his head to look, because he had no pajamas, Drew was on tiptoe in a wide T-shirt from Eric, pacing quietly like a cat, and after being discovered by Eric, he stuck out his tongue cutely.

"Eric, I can't sleep." Drew leaned over, pushed Eric to the other side of the wide recliner, and lay down next to him, his head resting on Eric's arm.

Snatched the cigarette from Eric's hand, took a skillful puff, spit out a bubble, frowned slightly, and stuffed the cigarette to Eric again.

"It doesn't smell like hemp, right?" Eric asked with a smile as he flicked the butt of his cigarette.

"Of course," Drew replied as a matter of course.

"Don't touch those things again," Eric patted the girl on the shoulder.

"Hmmm......"

The nights in Los Angeles are cold this season, and Eric himself doesn't care, but Drew only wears a T-shirt with two long white legs underneath. After two more puffs and tossing the cigarette into the trash, Eric pulled out a blanket from the side and covered the two of them.

"Eric, what did you just think again?" Drew asked, tilting his head curiously.

Eric carefully pulled up the blanket for Drew and said softly, "Miss Annie, I wonder where she is in New York now?" ”

"Actually......" Drew hesitated for a moment, "I know." ”

"Huh?"

"Didn't I promise you that I would explain to Aniston what happened that day, and then I asked some people about it, and I got her contact information, she now lives in Manhattan, New York, I don't remember the specific address, but I wrote it on paper and will give it to you tomorrow."

Eric smiled, "Why are you willing to give it to me?" ”

"I want to make you happy."

"That's good."

Drew hit the snake with the stick: "Is there a reward?" At least kiss me, right? As he spoke, he leaned over the babyface.

Eric kissed Drew lightly on the cheek, Drew squinted his eyes and snorted contentedly, kissed back, and finally reached out his little tongue and licked Eric's face, then giggled.

"Eric, can you sing? Would you like to sing me a song? ”

Eric didn't refuse, patted Drew on the shoulder, and said, "Good cat, warm cat, little pompom......"

"Ha, don't listen to nursery rhymes," Drew laughed and scratched at Eric, and suddenly thought of something, and got out from under the blanket and walked into the house, and when he came back a little later, he already had an acoustic guitar in his hand.

"This thing hangs on the wall of my bedroom, Eric, do you know how to play the guitar?"

Eric took it and said casually, "No, this is left by the previous owner." ”

"Try it, I'll listen." Drew slipped into the blanket again.

Eric had no choice but to sit up, put his guitar on his lap, tried to pluck it a few times, glanced at the brilliant lights under Beverly Mountain, pondered for a few seconds, and said softly:

* The window of the Boeing 727 reflects your tearful eyes

* Overlooking the city, a single qiē is already invisible

* When the setting sun renders Hell's Kitchen into heaven

* You turn your face

* I lifted a strand of messy hair up to your ear

* Say, a qiē will be safe and sound

* As long as we are together, always, always.

* As long as we are together, always, always.

*……

Some of the guitar skills he learned in college have long been forgotten, and Eric just plucked with his hands by feeling, and his slightly hoarse voice drifted in the night breeze, and there were wisps of inexplicable affection.

After singing the song, Drew squinted his eyes and reminisced for a while before saying, "Eric, will we be together forever?" ”

Putting his guitar aside, Eric lay back down again, Aniston's words coming back to his mind, remembering his experience of coming into this world inexplicably after drinking: "Who knows, maybe when I wake up, I'll be dead." ”

Drew a pilllow on Eric's arm, rubbed it gently, and said, "If you die, I'll be with you." ”

Eric laughed, "That's romantic, according to Western convention, maybe our story will be made into a poignant love story, and then arranged into a play like that, and it will be performed in the theater every year." And if it is in the story of the Orientals, we may be a pair of unyielding men and women who bravely pursue love, and in the end they will become a pair of butterflies, flying like wings, and the infatuated men and women will cry over and over again for our story, but the old-fashioned parents will use this to educate their rebellious children: dare to mess around again, be careful to become a butterfly. ”

"Haha," Drew chuckled, "Eric, I can't help but want to kill you and kill myself." So that in people's stories, we can be together forever. ”

Eric knocked on Drew's head and said, "If you really do this, our story will be more likely to become a bizarre murder in the police department's archives." ”

Drew rubbed his head in protest as usual, and the two of them leaned quietly for a while, and the girl was again speechless.

"Eric, what's your dream?"

"Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"I'm just curious, tell me."

Eric straightened up, changed his posture and said, "I don't like the word dream, I like to use ideals." Dreams are always boundless, but ideals must be down-to-earth. ”

"And what about your ideals?"

"My ideal," Eric muttered for a moment, and said very sadly: "Is it okay to soak a lot of female stars and give birth to a bunch of child stars to become legends in the film industry?" ”

Drew raised his head and hammered Eric on the arm with the back of his head, and laughed, "It's vulgar! ”

"Okay, it's late, go to sleep."

"Well, is it okay to sleep here?"

"It's going to catch a cold."

"Then you carry me back," Drew said coquettishly, holding his hands around Eric's neck.

Eric stood up helplessly, reached out to pick up Drew, just straightened his waist, and suddenly seemed to lose his strength, sinking down, moaning: "Oops, it's really heavy, I'm old, I can't hold it anymore." ”

"You're so annoying," the startled Drujiao smiled and slapped Eric, but he grabbed Eric's neck tightly and didn't let go, Eric had no choice but to pick up the girl and walk to her bedroom.