Chapter 134： You are not allowed to look

Chapter 134 You are not allowed to read it

In the morning, the sunshine in Los Angeles was good. The bright sunshine, the blue sky and sea, the beach and the tall palm trees almost made Link think he was back in Miami Beach.

There are some obvious differences in the geographical environment and climate between Los Angeles and Miami.

Miami has a tropical rainforest climate with heavy rainfall and high humidity throughout the year.

Los Angeles has a Mediterranean climate, with mild and humid winters and dry and hot summers. There is less rainfall throughout the year and the annual temperature is relatively average, around 20°C.

The air in Los Angeles is cooler and drier than that in Miami. It has many sunny days throughout the year and is less affected by weather changes. This is one of the reasons why major film companies have built factories here.

Los Angeles has a population of more than 4 million, which is more than twice that of Miami. The urban area is also more prosperous and lively than Miami. At a glance, all the buildings and street scenes appear in Hollywood movies.

In the morning, Link wore a red Converse sportswear and ran for more than 20 kilometers along Santa Monica Palm Avenue. Later, he went to the Westside Boxing Club and practiced for two hours.

By the way, I would like to point out the boxing training of Christian Bale, one of the protagonists of "The Fighter".

Preparatory work for the crew of "The Fighter" has been completed and filming is scheduled to begin next month. During this period, Link will not only promote the album and participate in program recordings, but also go to the Los Angeles Performing Arts School to attend classes and learn some acting knowledge when he has time.

At about two o'clock, he drove back to the villa area in the west area of ​​Santa Monica Beach.

This villa is temporarily rented. It is a single-family villa with average decoration conditions. However, the surrounding scenery is good. You can see the sun and the beach every day. It is also very close to the city center and Hollywood.

When he lived alone, he only used this place as a place to sleep, and he often worked outside until late at night. Now that Taylor is here, he will go home immediately after finishing his work every day.

The two of them have made an agreement to minimize their work outside and spend more time together.

Taylor has been doing well during this period, his daily workload has been reduced a lot, his European concerts have also been postponed, and he spends more time at home every day.

But he also knows that this is temporary. Taylor is still the workaholic who loves music more than anything else and will continue to be busy after a while, so Link will try to stay at home as much as possible while Taylor is still at home.

Back in the villa, the maid was busy in the kitchen, and the gardener was mowing the lawn in the front yard. His assistant Anna told him that the costumes for the performance were ready, and they would leave for the image design studio at 3:20, get hair and makeup, and go to Beaver at 4:30. Leigh attends the Grammy Music Awards.

Link said he knew.

Going to the second floor of the villa, I called Taylor, but got no response.

After hearing two meows, I saw two Scottish Fold cats lying in the aisle. A silver-white tiger-striped kitten named Meridian was twirling a stuffed ball with her paws, picking it back and forth. Then he picked it up again and again.

The other little white cat was lying lazily on the carpet, letting the sun shine on its petite body. It was Olivia, both Taylor's pet.

Link previously told Taylor that in her heart, her music career came first and he came second. After the two cats came, he found that he had overestimated his status.

Taylor is obviously more affectionate to the two cats than to him, and his ranking should be still behind the two kittens.

Meow!

Meridine saw him coming, said hello to him, and continued playing with the stuffed ball.

Olivia glanced at him lazily, then closed her eyes and took a nap, looking very cold.

Link knelt down and scratched Olivia's belly. Olivia patted his fingers with her paws reservedly, telling him not to act like a hooligan. Finally, he felt that he couldn't resist, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed it. There was a whirring sound.

Meredien glanced at him, turned the stuffed ball over, and meowed at him.

Link flicked it back with his fingers, Meridian flicked it over again, Link flicked it back again, and when the little thing came over for the third time, Link flicked it on the head. He was a world boxing champion and a popular singer. I have time to play football with you here.

Link stroked the two little ones twice, opened the door and entered the house.

There were guitars, violins, and dozens of scattered papers on the sofa. Taylor was lying on the wool carpet, wearing glasses and with messy blond hair. He was writing and drawing on the papers with a pen in his hand, humming as he wrote. Sing.

Link didn’t bother her, closed the door gently, picked up a few pieces of manuscript paper, sat on the sofa and read it.

The first one is a song called Better Than Revenge, which is about her boyfriend cheating on an actor. She was very sad and wanted revenge, but in the end she chose to forgive the other person and lick her wounds alone.

The resentment is very great.

The song on another piece of manuscript paper has no name, it just says, "You are a heartless man who can only tell lies. See how I light this match and burn the time I wasted in the past." The resentment is even greater.

Link felt cold sweat break out on his forehead. The inner drama of this artistic young woman was too rich. He had promised not to bring up the past again, and regarded the breakup as a small episode in their relationship. Now I have written it all into the song again, and I still feel so aggrieved.

What's the meaning?

“Ah! Don’t look at it! Don’t look at it!”

Just when he was about to read the third piece, Taylor suddenly jumped up, stumbled onto him, grabbed the manuscript from his hand, and hid it behind his back.

"Link, don't think too much. This is creation, not diary writing. Some places are quite exaggerated. Can you understand?"

Tyler asked, staring at him nervously.

“Understood, I won’t think too much about it.”

“Really? You promise?”

“I promise, I am also a creator. I understand what you mean. You are imagining it based on some facts, just like a script adapted from news events, right?”

Link said as he combed her hair.

Taylor nodded repeatedly and blinked his blue eyes.

“Get up, we’re going to attend the Grammy Awards ceremony later, we should prepare in advance.”

Link said while holding her shoulders and standing up.

“You really don’t care?”

Tyler asked, staring at his expression.

Link smiled softly, stopped and said, "If I cared, would you stop writing these songs?"

Tyler frowned slightly and pursed his lips.

"So, create boldly and stick to what you love to do. Don't let me affect your creative performance, and don't set boundaries for yourself mentally. Creation should be free, and I will not become your shackles. , Besides, I’m not that stingy, and I won’t be angry with you on this matter.”

Link said while stroking her hair.

Tyler glanced at him, hugged his waist tightly with his hands, pressed his cheek against his, and his breathing slowly became rapid and hot.

“I want to do it.”

"What?"

“I want ML!”

Tyler leaned against him, kissed his face and said.

“But I have to attend the Grammy Awards ceremony soon, and there are only two hours left.”

“Don’t worry about it, now I just want to ML.”

Taylor bit his lower lip and said emotionally.

Link lowered his head to kiss her, held her waist and hips, pulled up the obstructive skirt, and sat on the balcony.

Meow meow meow!

The sound of a folded-eared cat came from the corridor.

Assistant Anna came up from the stairs, ready to remind the two of them that it was time to set off. When she heard a cat meowing, she knelt down and rubbed her hands. Only then did she realize that it was not a cat meowing, but a movement coming from the next room.

The sound is very similar to a cat's meow, but there are some differences. It is more like an orchestral sound, with the sound being high and low, heavy and soft.

Hearing this, even a married woman blushed.

(End of this chapter)