Despite the lights of the skyscrapers in Los Angeles at night, the entire city was shrouded in a terrifying, cursed silence. He warmed up the leftover pizza and beef from the morning in the microwave and pulled out a bottle of white ice wine, the price of which was unknown.
To be honest, Eddie had little idea about alcohol and couldn't tell good from bad. Red wine certainly wasn't his cup of tea, but the high-sugar white ice wine was his favorite in his previous life, even though it cost eight or nine hundred yuan a bottle. Because ice wine under five hundred yuan in China was basically all fake, he still had a stockpile of over a dozen bottles at home.
The white ice wine, carefully brewed at -8℃, is amber in color, with a sweet and sour taste that is natural. It has a full and delicate taste and contains a unique and charming fruity aroma. It is known as "liquid gold".
After filling his stomach, Eddie picked up the wine glass and ice wine on the table and walked into the study. He sat in front of the computer, tapping the keyboard with his fingers. The first act of "Dark Fairy Tale", "Maleficent", appeared in the middle of the blank document on the computer screen.
The weird look of Angelina Jolie comes to mind, and one can't help but complain, it's so fucking ugly!
The movie "Maleficent" is adapted from "Sleeping Beauty".
In the peaceful and tranquil Moorish kingdom, the innocent fairy Maleficent met the human boy Stefan. They became close friends and fell in love. But as they grew older, Stefan lost his innocence and was drawn to the greed of humans. Meanwhile, Maleficent matured into a powerful fairy. When foolish humans declared war on the Moorish kingdom, Stefan, in a desperate bid to claim the throne, cruelly cut off Maleficent's wings.
The physical pain and mental trauma turned Maleficent into a cold and hateful witch. In order to avenge her, she cast a sleeping curse on Stefan's daughter, Princess Aurora...
The movie scenes in his mind froze one by one, and Eddie tried his best to describe all the scenes, characters and dialogues in the movie with the most appropriate words.
This was the only way to write the story down first, and then revise and polish it. After all, this was Eddie's first time writing, so he had to use this clumsy method.
Time flies like a white horse, never to return but leaving behind ripples.
In the next few days, apart from meeting with his lawyer and accountant to help them handle the mortgage, and dealing with his current parents' phone calls and the broker's chatter, he spent most of his time in the study typing.
Writing a novel seems to be no difficulty, but it is very difficult to actually start writing. It seems easy to restore the plot of a movie, but it is another matter to describe the scene in detail with words. After a few days, Eddie only described one-third of the plot.
Fortunately, with the original Eddie's soul fusion, the use of vocabulary and description are very appropriate, and sometimes even new inspiration can be added to enrich the story content. The novel is being written more and more smoothly, which makes Eddie extremely excited.
These days, Eddie has been eating takeout from nearby high-end restaurants. To be honest, he doesn't really like American hamburgers. In order to maintain his health, he eats steak almost every meal. Isn't it said that Americans are strong because they eat beef and drink milk? He eats steak with pizza, ice wine, and various vegetable and fruit salads.
It's amazing! After a few days of overeating, although I didn't see much weight gain, my pale complexion actually became rosy, my skinny face became plumper, my lake-blue eyes became brighter, and my whole spirit became fuller.
In the sunny afternoon in Los Angeles, Eddie was lying on a lounge chair in the villa's small garden which was full of various plants and flowers. He was wearing a pair of big sunglasses and basking in the warm sunshine. There was a cup of coffee and a plate of snacks on the small table next to him. He looked very relaxed and comfortable.
Listening to the subtle bird calls from the tall trees around him, Andy's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of pride. Recently, his mind has become more and more active, and his memory has become extraordinary.
He can definitely compete with the geniuses in this world. His vision and hearing are far superior to those of ordinary people, and his strength is increasing.
Every morning when he woke up, he would feel sticky, with sweat mixed with some black dirt all over the sheets, which was very disgusting. However, after taking a hot bath, he could clearly feel that his body became lighter and more comfortable.
He couldn't explain all of this reasonably, nor could he let anyone else know about his situation. He could only attribute it to the benefits brought by time travel. The nosebleed problem he worried about a few days ago no longer seemed to bother him. With his body's recovery, he no longer fainted or had a nosebleed when entering the memory tunnel. This made Andy, who was now very afraid of death, extremely relieved and at ease.
"Buzz buzz buzz…"
The phone on the table beside him vibrated and buzzed. He lazily reached out and picked up the phone. He looked at the caller ID and saw it was his agent. He picked up the phone reluctantly. "Hey, Carl, can you let me rest quietly for a while?"
"NO, NO, dear Andy, you have rested long enough. You know, because of what you wrote on your blog recently, Seventeen magazine is now willing to offer you 300,000 US dollars to write a blog. This is good news, isn't it?" Carl shouted happily with a speed as fast as a machine gun.
"Damn, Carl, you know you're a vampire." Andy clamped the phone between his shoulders and head, supported himself on the armrests of the recliner with his hands and sat up, saying sarcastically.
"NO, Andy, you know I'm doing this for you. Every time I received a call that could make money, I hoped that the call was because of you. Okay, I love dollars, but I care about you more. I brought you from New York to Hollywood, so of course I have to be responsible for you." Carl shamelessly argued.
"You are so shameless. I really want to fire you!" Andy had no way to deal with his agent's shamelessness.
"Hey, you've already fired me four times. You can't threaten me, dear Andy. The sentences you wrote on your blog are so cool. Did you know that several newspapers have already reported on them? I've said before that you're a genius..."
"Okay, okay, your compliments make me feel sick. I'd better leave them to your big-butt secretary wearing an RU ring!" Andy took a sip of coffee and teased with a smirk.
"Fuck, how did you know she had an IUD? Did she have sex with you? This little bitch, just wait and see how I'm going to deal with her when I get home..." Carl cursed angrily.
"Don't worry, I haven't done anything with her. Is my guess wrong? You'd better be careful. If you do something unspoken in the office, be careful not to get caught!"
When Karl heard Andy's words, his expression changed slightly. He said with an awkward smile, "How could that be? It's something we both agreed to."
"Hey, as a friend, I've already advised you. It's up to you whether you listen or not. Just be careful." Andy rolled his eyes, shrugged helplessly, and continued, "By the way, help me find a nanny who can cook Chinese food, and also find me a fitness trainer, as soon as possible."
"Thank you for your concern. I will be careful. The main reason is that I really can't bear to hit that little bitch's big ass. You have no idea how good it feels to fuck her. Hehe, a nanny and a coach? One who can cook Chinese food? That's not easy to find. It's not easy to find a nanny who has both cooking skills and language skills!" Carl proudly leaned back in the boss chair, with a lewd smile on his face, touching his bald head.
"Stop. It's enough if I can cook Chinese home-cooked meals and do housework. Are you an idiot? Have you forgotten that I can speak Chinese? Age doesn't matter. I must have a legal background." Andy said angrily.
"That's no problem. I'll get it done for you as soon as possible. I love America. Here, as long as you have money, there's nothing that can't be solved. Also, the deputy editor-in-chief of Seventeen magazine wants to meet with you to discuss and possibly sign a contract."
Andy reluctantly made an appointment with Carl. After hanging up, a relieved smile crossed Carl's chubby face. "Hopefully, this is a good start." He recalled how he had shamelessly persuaded Andy to let him become his agent, encouraging him to move to Hollywood, hoping for greater opportunities in the entertainment capital. He'd indeed enjoyed a brief period of success in his early days, having sold film rights and signed with a prestigious publisher. Andy's influence had also helped him land a job at CCA, the largest agency. Everything seemed perfect.
However, Andy hadn't written anything for more than a year, and his fame was gradually fading. In Hollywood, if you lose your fame, you will be quickly forgotten. He was helpless as he watched Andy gradually become depressed and addicted to alcohol and women.
Every time they had a big quarrel because of dissuasion, their relationship became more and more strained. Although Carl loved money and was very despicable and shameless, he believed in his own vision. Andy was a genius, and he believed that Andy would make a comeback. He did not listen to the advice of his secretary and give up Andy who could no longer bring him financial benefits. Instead, he helped Andy find a suitable job everywhere, hoping to help him get through this difficult period.
Especially in recent times, Andy, who used to be a headache, has stopped hanging out. He not only updates his blog to maintain his readership, but also writes a lot of texts that make people laugh and cry but everyone likes them. His persistence is indeed right.
Carl laughed triumphantly, and couldn't help but feel something in his heart. He pressed the phone, and after a while, a blonde beauty in a black OL suit swayed her graceful figure and pushed the door open and walked in. She closed the door casually, and Carl waved with a lewd smile on his face.
"Baby, come, come to Daddy Carl, yes, squat down, and blow a big trumpet first..."
There was a rustling sound in the office, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a man's heavy breathing.