CHAPTER 43, WIND BLOWING INTO VALLEY

Perhaps it was that teardrop that broke people's hearts.

Or maybe it's witnessing the destruction of the good happening right in front of you.

At this moment, the emotion completely overwhelmed the reason, and Keanu finally decided to help the girl in front of him, who was personally sent to him by Geffen.

Why is she here? It doesn't matter anymore.

He still remembered the first time he saw this girl, her soft chanting was so pure that it was a power that only people who had lived under the sun and breeze could have to grow unbridled.

So clean.

It was like the slightly wet tear tracks of her eyes and her cheeks.

The first sentence is spoken, and then it becomes logical.

"Refuse if you don't want to, don't think things so complicated." Keanu seriously told Josie, "You're not as powerless as you think, aren't you?" Listen to Josie, you are very good, you are also becoming popular, you don't need to rush to achieve quick results, but slowly precipitate yourself, understand. "

Josie stopped talking and glanced at Keanu silently.

She really didn't know what to say, if the man in front of her was more despicable, it would allow her to calmly continue to perform.

He was such a man in his thirties, and his eyes still flashed with the clear and bright light that belonged to a young man.

So clean.

Josie had never seen anyone like this.

Obviously in the top Vanity Fair of Blue Star, those treacherous entanglements seem to be far away from his surroundings, making him surprisingly kind and determined.

She couldn't help but frown, confusion appearing under her eyes.

Keanu happened to notice this strange emotion, he reached out and gently patted Josie's shoulder, and said with some seriousness and soothingness: "Geffen doesn't like to play coercive, he likes to seduce." As long as you stick to your heart, he won't bother you too much. "

Yes, just also lost Geffen's help.

It depends on how this girl chooses.

Is it unscrupulous to desperately climb up, but also have to stubbornly and lonely guard the bottom line in this impetuous circle?

From Keanu's perspective, really wish she was the latter.

Josie glanced at Keanu again and asked with a slight hesitation: "So, Keanu, what will happen to you?" "

"Me?" Keanu was stunned, few people would ask about this in this situation, rather than being too busy accepting or rejecting. So he smiled gently, his handsome face was a little more gentle, and said: "It's okay with me, I and Geffen are friends." "

At this moment, there was a hint of emotion and a hint of helplessness on his face, which almost made Josie a little reluctant to continue to deceive him, even if it was only for a few short words.

Oh no, but she's an asshole.

A selfish bastard.

Josie hadn't had time to consider Keanu's suggestion to the smiling David. Geffen walked towards them.

"Oh, my friends, it looks like you're having a good conversation?" Geffen naturally inserted into the position between the two, then took out a key and said with a smile: "I hope my preparation is not wasted, give, the innermost room in the corner of the third floor." "

He said as he slipped the key into Keanu's hand and blinked very ambiguously, his long tone like some kind of cold-blooded animal swimming in the dark, "Enjoy tonight, Keanu, I don't think you'll let me down, will you?" "

Obviously, this is an option.

Josie, who was standing on the side, was just a foil, or a prize, and she became the key to the game between the two.

The real choice right now is Keanu.

Do you continue to follow your own path steadfastly, or do you succumb to Geffen's ideas and sink into Hollywood's material glitz with them?

Keanu lowered his head and looked at the tiny key in his palm.

Geffen was still smiling.

If someone looks closely at this time, they will find that his smiling face has a subtle sense of weirdness, perhaps because his plastic surgery doctor injected too much botulinum toxin, or perhaps because his smile is far from reaching the bottom of his eyes.

His seemingly kind gaze is extremely oppressive, but in fact he is pressing step by step, cold and dangerous.

Josie's heartbeat rate was steady.

She quietly watched the silent confrontation between the two, only thinking that she was one of the countless vases at this party, when in fact her personal wishes really did not matter - this damn world!

Biting her lower lip gently, a slightly panicked and hesitant look appeared on Josie's face, while she was thinking:

Wait, bastard, I'll get rid of it all soon.

I will become very famous and very powerful, no one can control my life, no one!

She breathed the air slowly, little by little, these life-sustaining substances squeezed into her lungs, but her mind was exceptionally clear, and her emotions were like a tight steel cable, very calm and very depressed.

At this time, Geffen gently raised his hand, put his hand on one of Keanu's shoulders, and urged him: "Keanu? "

Keanu raised his head and suddenly smiled slightly.

"No, we're not here." He said and took Josie into his arms, making a helpless look full of nonchalance and ease, "You know, David, these young people, they are very bold. "

This time, Geffen's smile deepened, and his gaze turned to Josie, who hung her head shyly, revealing slightly reddened eartips.

Geffen teased with satisfaction: "In that case, I won't bother, I wish you a good night." "

Keanu naturally interjected and said, "Let's go, goodbye." "

Geffen let out a burst of laughter.

He patted Keanu on the shoulder again and took the key he had brought with him before waving goodbye and leaving.

Josie, who lowered her head, heard Keanu whisper, "Sorry, but I can't let go of you right now, his 'eyes' are everywhere." "

"It's me who should say sorry." Josie said.

At first, Josie's limbs were still stiff, but when Keanu's deliberately relaxed voice came from above her head, it slowly relaxed.

Keanu touched the top of her hair with his lips seemingly intimately and asked, "Let me send you back, where do you live, in my car or yours?" "

"Santa Monica..." Josie reported the address.

Many people know that motorcycles are one of Keanu's hobbies, but he certainly has a car driver's license and a black Porsche.

But he loves to ride motorcycles, especially in Los Angeles.

Los Angeles evenings in late summer and early fall are still comfortable, the temperature is slightly cooler since autumn, and the wind blowing from the face is slightly seawatery, but it feels very gentle.

Keanu's cycling speed is not fast.

The mansions and views of Beverly Hills became the best decoration for the trip, especially in the famous mountain road in Mulholland Road, Marlon. Brando, Jack. Nicholson, Robert. De Niro... These historic superstars live at the end of private driveways.

Tonight should have been wonderful.

Handsome men and beautiful women galloping in the wind, silent and gentle late at night, this is a good time when something should have happened.

But the paparazzi who were in hot pursuit behind the two apparently did not give them the opportunity to make the atmosphere beautiful.

"Sorry for my mistake." Keanu's voice sounded in the wind, not very clear.

"It's me who should apologize." Josie was rarely annoyed, "My bad, even though I really want you to take me home, we should have driven." "

She leaned forward slightly, sitting sideways at a limited distance, not taking the opportunity to hold the person in front of her very tightly, but this position meant that she could not be completely away from Keanu's back, but there was not much ambiguity.

Who wouldn't want to sit on Keanu. What about the back seat of a motorcycle in Reeves? At least Josie, who was in a very bad mood, was not able to refuse this very tempting offer.

The flash that belonged to the paparazzi behind her flashed, and the pure white skirt that fluttered in the wind and her loose blonde hair were frozen in a romantic and beautiful picture.

And this photo may be publicized, or it may be published in tomorrow morning's gossip headlines.

Thank goodness she wears a helmet, otherwise her PR would have gone crazy, right?

Keanu in front let out a chuckle.

He looked in the rearview mirror.

The girl behind her covered the corner of her skirt with one hand and held his waist with the other, because she did not attach her body to him, her focus was almost on her waist, and the whole person collapsed very tightly, like a string pulled apart on a bow.

But even so, she is still very pleasing to the eye.

"Instead of apologizing to each other," Keanu said, "I think we should think more about what to do next." "

"I'll listen to you." Josie hardly needed to hesitate.

At an angle she couldn't see, the curve of Keanu's lips curved, and then proposed, "Either prepare PR, or you-"

The wind was so loud that Josie couldn't help but ask, "What?" "

So she heard Keanu's voice coming from the wind, with a faint smile and a climbing weightlessness.

"Hold me tight." He said.

The sound of the wind and the engine whistling in your ears.

The gentle night breeze becomes cold and dangerous, and the Norton Commando motorcycle is like a silver lightning bolt, galloping through the silent mountain road, emitting an adrenaline-pumping vibration and roar.

Josie pressed her side face against Keanu's broad back, and could almost feel the beating pulse in the other's body, as well as the strong and powerful heartbeat.

The gallop away from the hustle and bustle brings an indescribable sense of emptiness.

The body is very excited, but the mind is unexpectedly ethereal.

The narrow sense of the Mulholland Road is only two kilometers long, a large number of low-speed small corners make this road famous for riders teaming up to grind their knees, Keanu did not deliberately show off the body, nor did he lean out to rub his knees, just silently passed one corner after another, and after rushing out of the serpentine mountain road of Mulholland Road, he once again increased his speed.

With a click, the motorcycle's headlights are turned off, and the dark mountain road instantly brings a stronger stimulating effect for high-speed riding.

Josie's whole person completely relaxed, the deliberate sense of distance also disappeared, everything was handed over to the man driving the motorcycle in front, and the body temperature and breath of the two were inevitably intertwined.

The smell of aftershave came from the wind, and the clear cedar mixed with slightly sweet citrus brought dark tones of cold and dryness, and the freshness of wood.

It's an uncontrollable, passionate, but irresistible mystery like the night and the wind.

THE WHITE "HOLLYWOOD" SIGN FADES AWAY, THE PAPARAZZI BEHIND HAVE DISAPPEARED, AND THE ENDLESS NIGHT VIEW OF LOS ANGELES IS AT YOUR FEET.

The original destination has long deviated, the roar of engines hovering between the mountain roads, gradually decreasing in speed and then rushing towards the increasingly open canyon roads and seashores, as if the road has no end.

Josie heard someone softly humming a song in the wind:

Movin'medownthehighway

Come with me

Rollin'medownthehighway

Gallop on the road of life

Movin'aheadsolifewon'tpassmeby

Don't mistake any scenery of life

AndI'mgonnagotherefree

Always be free of yourself

LikethefoolIamandI'llalwaysbe

Always be humble

I'vegotadream;I'vegotadream

I have a dream, I have a dream

Theycanchangetheirminds

Dreams will always guide me

buttheycan'tchangeme

Never waver