I’m in Hollywood Chapter 50: I ca n’t help but want to kill you

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The takeaway was delivered quickly. The two of them finished dinner, and the sky 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 and took the quilt that Eric took from the cabinet and hugged him.

Pulled out a pillow and patted again, Eric casually said: "Don't make trouble, Drew, don't you want me to get into trouble again?"

"But, this is your home, who would know?"

"You forgot the last thing so quickly, if it were not for your nonsense, there would not be so many messy things after that, well, come with me."

Drew reluctantly followed behind Eric and came to an idle bedroom.

"Just here, there is hot water in the bathroom, Oh, I forgot you ca n’t take a bath, so let ’s go to bed early."

After an explanation, Eric left the bedroom of Drew and walked to the study.

After writing a few pages of "Resident Evil" novels, Eric stretched out, stretched out a box of cigarettes from the drawer and came to the balcony. Looking up, the whole Los Angeles was shrouded in a bright and flourishing prosperity.

I sat down on a deck chair on the balcony and lit a cigarette. Eric leaned on the back of the chair. Somehow I remembered what I said on the phone at noon Aniston. Are you really like a passenger?

There was a subtle noise behind him, and he turned his head to look around, because there was no pajamas, Drew wearing a Eric, a large t-shirt, tipped his toes, and the cat came quietly and came over. After being discovered by Eric, he vomited lovely Tongue out.

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

Take the cigarette from Eric's hand, smoke a bitefully, spit out a bubble, frown slightly, and plug the cigarette into Eric.

"It doesn't taste great if you don't have a big hemp?" Eric asked with a smile while holding a cigarette butt.

"Of course," Drew replied for granted.

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

"Uh ..."

The night of Los Angeles is very cold this season. Eric is okay, but Drew only wears a t-shirt with two long white legs. He hurried two more times, crushed the cigarettes and threw them into the trash can, and Eric pulled a blanket from the side slightly to cover the two.

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

Eric carefully pulled the blanket for Drew and said softly: "I want to Annie, I do n’t know where she is in New York now?"

"Actually ..." Drew hesitated and said, "I know."

"Huh?"

"I did n’t promise you, would you explain to Aniston that day, and then asked some people to get her contact information, she now lives in New York Manhattan, I did not remember the specific address, but I wrote it on paper, and I will show it to you tomorrow. "

Eric smiled: "Why would you give it to me?"

"I want to make you happy."

"Really good."

Drew hits the snake with the stick: "Are there any rewards? At least kiss me?" said the baby face.

Eric lightly kissed on Drew face, Drew narrowed his eyes with a satisfied hum, kissed back, and finally licked a little tongue on Eric's face, then giggled.

"Eric, can you sing? Will you sing me a song?"

Eric did not refuse, patted Drew on the shoulder, and said: "Good cat, warm cat, little plush ball ..."

"Hah, don't listen to children's songs," Drew smiled and scratched on Eric, suddenly thought of something, got out of the blanket, walked into the room, and when he came back after a while, he had more An acoustic guitar.

"This thing hangs on the wall of my bedroom, Eric, can you play the guitar?"

Eric took over, and fiddled with a few tones at will: "No, this is the former owner's stay."

"Try it, I want to hear it." Drew squirmed into the blanket again.

Eric had to sit up, put the guitar on the thigh, tried to fiddle a few times, glanced at the brilliant lights under Beverly Hills, brewed for a few seconds, and gently spoke:

* Boeing 727 ’s windows reflect your tearful eyes

* Overlooking the city, everything is slightly invisible

* When the sunset renders Hell's Kitchen as heaven

* You turn your face

* I curled up a strand of hair in your ear

* Say everything will be safe and sound

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

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

* ……

Some of the guitar skills I learned during my college days are almost forgotten. The Eric just fiddles with his feelings, his slightly hoarse voice drifts in the night breeze, and a trace of inexplicable emotions emerges.

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

Let the guitar aside, Eric lay down again, and the words Aniston’s appeared again in my mind, remembering my own experience of coming to this world inexplicably after drinking: "Who knows, maybe I woke up and I was dead Maybe. "

Drew pulled Eric's arm pillow and gently rubbed, said: "If you die, I will be with you."

Eric smiled and said: "Then it is romantic, according to Western practice, maybe our story will be compiled into a poignant love story, and then arranged into a drama such as" Eric and Drew ", every year The venue is performing in the theater. 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 they will eventually become a pair of butterflies, flying together, and weird men will cry for our story again and again. However, old-fashioned parents will use this to educate rebellious children: dare to mess up again and be careful about changing butterflies. "

"Haha," Drew chuckled softly: "Eric, listening to you, I can't help but want to kill you, and then commit suicide. So that in people's stories, we can be together forever Now. "

Eric knocked on the head of Drew and said: "If you really do this, our story is more likely to become a bizarre murder in the archives of the police station."

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

"Eric, what is your dream?"

"Why suddenly ask this?"

"Just curious, talk about it."

Eric stood up and changed a posture: "I do n’t like the word dream, I like to use ideals. Dreams are always boundless, ideals are down to earth."

"What about your ideal?"

"My ideal," Eric pondered for a while, and said very badly: "Will it be a lot of female celebrities and a lot of children to become a movie legend?"

Drew raised his head and used his back head to lightly hammer on Eric's arm and smiled: "It's vulgar!"

"Okay, it ’s late, go to sleep."

"Well, do you sleep well here?"

"It ’s cold."

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

Eric stood up helplessly, stretched his hands to gather around Drew, just straightened his waist, and suddenly seemed to be out of force, sinking down, groaned, "Aiya Ha, really heavy, old, can't hold anymore . "

"You are so annoying," Drew, who was startled, smirked and called Eric, but held the Eric's neck tightly without letting go. Eric had no choice but to hug the girl and walk towards her bedroom.