The takeaway came quickly. After the two of them finished their dinner, it was completely dark. They leaned on the sofa and watched TV for a while. Eric took Drew upstairs to prepare the girl's bedroom.

"Eric, I want to sleep with you." Drew pouted, took the quilt that Eric took out of the cabinet and hugged 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 family, who will know?"

"You forgot what happened last time so quickly. If you hadn't been making trouble, there wouldn't be so many messy things happening after that. OK, come with me."

Drew followed Eric reluctantly and came to an free bedroom.

"Just here, there is hot water in the bathroom, oh, I forgot that you can't take a shower, just do it, go to bed early."

After explaining, Eric left Drew's bedroom and walked towards the study.

After writing a few pages of the novel "Resident Evil", Eric stretched out and took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer to the balcony. Looking up, the entire Los Angeles was shrouded in a magnificent prosperity.

Sitting down on a recliner on the balcony, lit a cigarette, Eric leaned against the back of the chair, and for no reason remembered what Aniston said on the phone at noon, did he really look like a passerby?

A slight sound came from behind him. He turned his head to look. Because he had no pajamas, Drew, wearing Eric's wide T-shirt, stood on tiptoe and walked over quietly like a cat. After Eric discovered it, he stuck out his tongue cutely.

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

He grabbed the cigarette from Eric's hand, took a skillful sip, vomited a cigarette bubble, frowned slightly, and stuffed the cigarette to Eric.

"Not big 丨It's good to have a scent, right?" Eric asked with a smile, holding his cigarette butt.

"Of course," Drew replied for granted.

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

"Um……"

The nights in Los Angeles this season are very cold, and Eric himself is okay. Drew was wearing only a T-shirt with two long white legs bare underneath. He took two more sips in a hurry, crushed the cigarette and threw it into the trash can. Eric slightly pulled out a blanket from the side and covered the two of them.

"Eric, what did you think of just now?" Drew asked curiously with his head on his face.

Eric carefully pulled the blanket for Drew and whispered: "I miss Anne, I don't know where she is in New York now?"

"Actually..." Drew hesitated for a moment and said, "I know."

"Um?"

"Didn't I promise you that I would explain what happened that day to Aniston, and then asked some people for a while and 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 give it to you tomorrow."

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

"I want you to be happy."

"So well-behaved."

Drew beat the snake and went on the stick: "Is there a reward? At least you have to kiss me?" He said that, and brought the baby face over.

Eric kissed Drew gently on the face. Drew squinted his eyes and snorted with satisfaction, kissed him back, and finally stuck out his little tongue and licked Eric's face, then giggled.

"Eric, can you sing? Is it okay to sing a song for me?"

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

"Ha, don't listen to nursery rhymes," Drew smiled and scratched Eric, suddenly thought of something, came out from under the blanket, walked into the room, and when he came back a while, he had an acoustic guitar in his hand.

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

Eric took it, fiddled with a few tones and said, "No, this is left by the former master."

"Try it, I want to listen." Drew crawled into the blanket again as he acted coquettishly.

Eric had no choice but to sit up, put the guitar on his thigh, tried to fiddle with it for a few times, looked at the bright lights at the foot of Beverly Hills, brewed for a few seconds, and spoke gently:

*The window of Boeing 727 reflects your tears

* Looking down at this city, everything is invisible

*When the sunset renders the hell kitchen into heaven

*You turn your face

*I lifted a strand of hair in your ears

* Say, everything will be safe

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

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

*...

I have forgotten some of the guitar skills I learned in college. Eric just flirted with his feelings, his slightly hoarse voice drifting in the night wind, and a stream of inexplicable emotions appeared.

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

Putting the guitar aside, Eric lay back again, Aniston's words appeared in his mind, remembering his experience of coming to this world inexplicably after drinking: "Who knows, maybe when I wake up, I'm already dead."

Drew pulled Eric's arm and rubbed it gently, saying, "If you die, I will be with you."

Eric smiled and said, "That's romantic. According to Western practice, perhaps our story will be made up into a sad love story, and then arranged into dramas such as "Eric and Drew", and will be performed in the theater every year. If it were in the stories of Easterners, we might be a pair of unyielding men and women who bravely pursue love, and they will eventually become a pair of butterflies, flying together, and the infatuated men and women will cry for our story over and over again. The old-fashioned parents will use this to educate their rebellious children: dare to do things randomly, be careful to become butterflies."

"Haha," Drew chuckled, "Eric, I can't help but want to kill you and then commit suicide. In people's stories, we can be together forever."

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

Drew rubbed his head protestingly, and the two of them leaned quietly for a while, and the girl had nothing to say to her again.

"Eric, what is your dream?"

"Why did you ask this all of a sudden?"

"Just curious, talk."

Eric stood up and 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."

"What about your ideal?"

"My ideal," Eric pondered for a moment, saying very badly: "Is it a matter of attracting a lot of female stars and giving birth to a bunch of child stars to become a legend in the film industry?"

Drew raised his head and hit Eric's arm with the back of his head, and smiled and said, "It's so vulgar!"

"Okay, it's very late, go to bed."

"Well, is it okay to sleep here?"

“Can catch a cold.”

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

Eric stood up helplessly, reached out to hold Drew, and just straightened his waist, suddenly he sank down as if he was losing his strength, moaning: "Oh, he's so heavy, old, I can't hold it anymore."

"You really hate it," Drew, who was startled, giggled and hit Eric, but grabbed Eric's neck tightly and refused to let go. Eric had no choice but to pick up the girl and walk towards her bedroom.
Chapter completed!