Ding dong~ Ding dong~
The doorbell rang, Link got up to open the door, and Taylor stood at the door, carrying a guitar and holding a lot of food and drinks in her arms, her mouth shouting, "Quick, take this."
"I just bought some groceries, why did you buy so much more?" Link said as he took the things from her.
"The songs for the 'Fearless' album are all recorded, and I don't have any other plans for the next few days, so I can stay here and teach you how to play guitar," Taylor said to him with a smile.
"So we can live together?"
"You don't want to?" Taylor blinked her blue fox eyes, her cheeks flushed, and asked.
"Of course I want to!" Link lowered his head and kissed her, and Taylor hooked his shoulder and returned three kisses.
Link dropped the bag in his hand, wrapped his arms around her slender waist and hips, leaned against the wall, and gave her a long Miami-style hot kiss.
Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza
When you kiss me with that skill
Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza
I see that you are malice with delicacy
Pasito a pasito suave suavecito
Step by step, gently, gently
Despacito
The video of "Despacito" was still playing on the computer in the living room, and after it had played on repeat three times, the two returned to the living room from the entrance. Link took full advantage of his strength and carried both her and the things back to the sofa.
"Have you seen this video? How do you think I sang?"
"You sang well, but your guitar playing was terrible," Taylor said, leaning against the pillow with a flushed face, biting her lower lip, and looking at the video with disdain.
"It's not my fault. There was a guitar master who said she would teach me, but she left before she finished teaching. If a reporter interviews me, I'll tell them it's because I met an irresponsible guitar teacher," Link joked.
"No, I was wrong." Taylor straightened up, knelt on the sofa, kissed him again, and said affectionately, "I'll teach you seriously these days, I promise to make you a guitar master."
"Okay, that's what you said." Link lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then took the things to the kitchen to make dinner. The ingredients Taylor brought included Boston lobster and abalone, which needed to be eaten soon. He planned to make a pot of Tom Yum seafood soup to nourish Taylor's body.
In the past few days, she had been busy recording the single "Dream It Possible" and her second album "Fearless," so she needed some extra nourishment.
While he was cooking, Taylor walked in with her laptop. After taking off her jacket, she was only wearing a loose cotton blue T-shirt and gray wide-leg jeans, paired with a ponytail and fluffy bangs, looking simple and comfortable.
Taylor sat on the counter and asked him, "Did you really write this song? I know you write good songs, but how did you write such a good song in less than a month?"
"Probably because I'm awesome," Link said with a smile while cutting vegetables.
Taylor snorted, staring at him with feigned anger, "That's not fair! It's so unfair. I've been racking my brain to write songs, but the ones I've written still don't sound as good as yours. Why? You're a boxer, how can you write such good songs?"
"You're too modest, your songs are great too."
Link cut a piece of freshly cooked shrimp and fed it to her.
Taylor bit his finger and said while eating the shrimp, "I know my songs are great too, but I'm a professional songwriter, and I know what kind of songs sound better. Your first song has great emotion and melody, and the second one has a super catchy rhythm. As soon as the music starts, people can't help but move their bodies. You're amazing, Link, you must be a musical genius."
"Maybe!"
Link laughed.
Taylor leaned in and said, "Link, you're the world boxing champion now, no one can beat you. Why don't you switch careers and we can make music together? After you receive professional training, maybe you can write more and better songs. Wow, maybe you'll become a music master like Beethoven, Mozart, or Chopin in the future."
Hearing Taylor mention Chopin and Beethoven, Link almost cut his finger off. That's too much for me, he said helplessly, "Don't give me crazy ideas. I'm a boxer, my goal is to become a legendary boxing champion. How can I switch careers before I achieve that goal?"
After becoming the world champion, his appearance fee for each match is at least 1 million dollars, and it will be even higher in the future, exceeding 10 million, 100 million, or even more. He's like a breathing money printing machine. Switching careers at this time, unless he's out of his mind.
"But don't you think it's cooler to be a great musician than a legendary boxer?" Taylor kicked her feet and said.
"I don't think so. Is Michael Jackson great? Is he a great musician? Strictly speaking, no, because times have changed, and everyone's pursuit of art has also changed greatly. It's impossible for people like Beethoven and Chopin to appear again now or in the future.
Also, have you ever considered the possibility that the reason I was able to come up with these two songs is precisely because I haven't studied music? Maybe I wouldn't be able to write them if I had studied."
Link shrugged.
Taylor blinked and thought for a moment, "Okay, I can't refute you for now, but you're so talented, how can you not know any music theory? If a melody suddenly appears in your head and you can't express it, that would be such a waste. How about this, since I discovered you as a genius, I have the responsibility to teach you. I think you shouldn't just learn guitar, you should also learn some piano. How about we buy a piano?"
"Please spare me, Miss Swift. My fingers are almost breaking when I practice guitar, I'll die if I practice piano."
Link said, trembling with his stiff fingers.
Taylor chuckled, grabbed his hand and said, "No, piano is very simple, easier than guitar. You're talented, maybe you can learn it in just a few months. Trust me, I'll be a good piano teacher."
Link naturally wouldn't believe that piano is easier than guitar, nor would he believe that Taylor, who likes to punch, would be a patient teacher.
But if Taylor was willing to teach, he would also try to learn. After becoming the world champion, he would have a lot of free time besides training, and he could also develop some hobbies.
"It's settled then."
Taylor snapped her fingers and said happily.
Link continued cooking.
She opened "Despacito" again, sat on the counter and watched for a while, commenting on the people in the video as she watched. She said Link danced great and had a good sense of rhythm, then said Mario shaking his chest and belly was funny, and then said James's whole body of fat was shaking when he danced, which was hilarious.
She commented on all the characters who appeared, except Ivanka.
"Hey, Link, who is this aunt? She has such big breasts, she must have been married and had children, right?"
Taylor paused the video, pointed at Ivanka in the video, and asked casually.
Link glanced at it and shook his head, "Ivanka Trump, the match between me and Tyson was organized by Trump Entertainment. Miss Trump came to me to discuss the match, and when she saw us dancing, she joined in for a dance."
Taylor blinked her blue foxy eyes, looking at him in confusion, "I just asked if she was married? Why are you telling me all this? Although we are boyfriend and girlfriend, I never intended to interfere with your work. You don't have to explain this to me."
Link turned around and looked at her quietly. Taylor met his gaze for two seconds, then chuckled, leaned in and kissed him on the face, and walked out with the computer.
"Hurry up and cook! I'm hungry!"
Link shook his head, uncovered the boiling pot of soup, and poured the seafood chowder into a soup bowl.
(End of this chapter)