Chapter 649: Wonderful Night on the West Coast (Part 2)

Los Angeles, the City of Angels located in the southwest of California, has almost the same background as Coast City, both are big cities developed during the gold rush.

It is not without reason that the Spanish called this place the Kingdom of Heaven. The climate and scenery here are completely different from the East Coast, romantic, soothing, and full of sentiment.

San Pedro Bay and Santa Monica Bay, which have beautiful beaches, are tourist resorts for countless West Coast residents. The Mexican-style streets and parks retain the ethnic customs of the last century. The city park and concert hall are full of sentiment, and at the same time, there is the famous Hollywood.

On a street not far from Disneyland in Los Angeles, an old-fashioned building with obvious Spanish style stands at the street corner, and a shining sign hangs on the first floor of the building, which conflicts with the style of the building, but forms a beauty of time interlacing.

The name of this bar is very simple, consisting of only three letters, which is LUX, which can be understood as the abbreviation of Lucifer's name.

Under the light of the lamp, there were no ordinary bar security guards in black clothes, strong bodies, and sunglasses. This bar appeared extra quiet. Sticking to the walls of this building, one couldn't hear the music inside.

With a "creak" sound, the slightly old wooden door was pushed open, and what came into view was a somewhat dark corridor, but as long as you walked in a few steps, you could see neon-like light.

High heels stepped on the metal floor, and the sound made carried a faint tremor. The female bartender at the front desk paused, and her eyes lit up with a faint light.

She tapped lightly on the counter with her fingers. After a while, a figure in a black suit appeared on the balcony on the second floor of the bar. He held a glass of red wine in his hand and took in all the men and women indulging in sound and color on the first floor of the bar.

"Delilah? Why did you come over at this time? How come you plan to give me a surprise?" Lucifer smiled and hugged a beautiful woman.

The two walked to the sofa beside and sat down. The woman named Delilah smiled and said: "Forget it, you only say this kind of thing. When I was chasing you, you were as shy as a little boy."

"Hey, don't be like this, give me some face on my turf." Lucifer leaned on the back of the sofa, lit a cigarette, and waved his hand with a smile.

"Time passes so fast, doesn't it?" Delilah also took out a cigarette from her handbag, smoked while saying: "When I was accompanying wine, it seemed like it was just yesterday, and I owe everything I have today to you..."

"We are friends, no need to say this kind of thing." Lucifer took a puff of cigarette and said: "When I first came here, you were the one who took me to familiarize myself with Los Angeles and helped me introduce the way to open the bar. I should naturally repay you..."

"You don't have to do so much." Delilah stroked Lucifer's knee with her hand and said: "I know, a person like you, even without me, can do anything."

Lucifer looked at Delilah's expression and asked with some confusion: "You look a bit haggard? What's wrong? Are you tired from preparing for the new album? You can come here to relax, you are always welcome here."

Delilah shook her head, a trace of confusion appeared between her eyebrows. She said: "Actually, I feel a bit confused. I know my life is much better than before, but..."

Just at this time, Lucifer paused. He turned his head and looked at the entrance of the bar. A figure he didn't expect walked in. That figure was also wearing a suit, just holding an umbrella in his hand, appearing a bit strange in the gentle night of Los Angeles.

In the bar, the cold neon light hit Schiller's face. He took off his glasses, walked to Lucifer's side, tapped the ground with the tip of the umbrella, and said: "It seems that I didn't come at the right time, disturbing your date with this lady..."

"It's my rudeness, lady... you seem to be a singer? What was the name of that album before? Red Hot?"

"It's Blue Hot, sir." Delilah nodded to Schiller. Schiller revealed a smile and said: "Sorry, I don't pay attention to pop music."

Lucifer pointed to the single sofa beside. After Schiller sat down, Lucifer introduced to Delilah: "My friend Schiller, a psychology professor, an old antique who loves classical music. Don't pay attention to him, he doesn't understand pop music at all."

Delilah smiled and said: "Of course, most music appreciation experts and critics don't like pop music. It's a pity that I haven't read any books, so I really can't understand so many musicians, otherwise I would also like to appreciate classical music."

"I also don't like some classical music critics. They value those theoretical knowledge too much and forget the most important function of music, which is to make people happy." Schiller waved his hand and said. ===== CHAPTER 650 =====