Chapter 80

Rodriguez looked at Ryan in front of him, dressed in a suit and shoes, full of energy and a smile, with an impeccable manner.

However, Rodriguez had in mind the way lanli was dressed today. For the audition, lanli's clothes were undoubtedly impolite. The shirt with jeans was too casual. It looked like a contractor in the transportation team. However, it is this casual nature that successfully outlines the image of Paul Conroy. Obviously, Langley is well prepared.

"I thought you would call in advance, but I didn't expect you to come to New York in person." Rodriguez put his mind together. Ryan is not only his first choice, but also from the beginning when he saw the "buried alive" script. He must be energetic and make good use of this opportunity.

Ryan also regained his composure and showed a decent smile, "because I can't just sit in Los Angeles and wait, I need to meet you immediately, I need to talk face to face, I need to feel your ideas." Ryan's voice seemed cheerful and exuberant. "God, this is a script of genius. I really like it! So, I'm going to surprise you. So... TA TA! "

It must be admitted that Rodriguez was flattered. The actor he was dreaming of expressed such positive enthusiasm. Rodriguez was so happy that he didn't even know where to put his hands. "If you can like it, it's no better. It's absolutely my honor." Rodrigo wiped the sweat from his palms.

Ryan raised his head and looked around. The crowd of onlookers not only didn't decrease, but also seemed to increase. Although everyone pretended to be busy with their own affairs, there was no containment, but the scattered sight was still coming, and the buzzing noise was still lingering in his ears.

"I don't know if we can find a quiet place. We can have a deep conversation." Ryan looked back at Rodriguez with a big smile. "I still don't understand the script and the whole project. I hope I can learn more about it through communication."

Rodriguez can feel Ryan's condescension - Ryan didn't mean it, but that's the fact. Rodriguez begged Ryan to play "buried alive". Now Ryan, who is at the forefront of the second tier, does have the capital to play "buried alive". What's more, Ryan skipped the part of the agent and went directly to New York, This has given Rodriguez enough attention.

The reason is clear, but Rodriguez can't help but think of Langley again. Lanli didn't mind the noisy environment of the Youth Hostel, and the performance was not disturbed; Lan Li did not fail to understand the intention of the play, but put forward his own opinions

"It's quiet enough here. They are all very kind fellows and will not come to disturb us. " Rodriguez's excited mood slowly precipitated down, after experiencing the excitement just met, reason gradually returned to the body.

Rodriguez knows that the emergence of Ryan means that the possibility of cooperation rises sharply, but it still does not represent the achievement of cooperation, and Ryan needs to further understand the situation; On the contrary, he thinks that Ryan is the best choice to play Paul, but that is only his own idea after all. What is Ryan's strength in the end still needs to be further measured.

Rodriguez is a Spaniard. He has no advantage in the United States. He is not a world-famous master like Pedro Almodovar. He is just a new comer. "Buried alive" is very important to him and may be a stepping stone to Hollywood. Therefore, more than anyone else, he hopes that this work can reach the expected level and then succeed.

Rodriguez took the initiative to sit down. Ryan hesitated for a moment, and then sat down in the position where Langley had just sat. Scarlett patted Ryan on the chest and whispered, "I won't disturb your audition. Go out and get some air. I'll come back later."

In the audition process, the actor needs absolute concentration, which is not a social occasion to have dinner with the producer, so Scarlett chose to temporarily avoid, leaving Ryan free space to play.

With a smile, Ryan patted Scarlett on the back of her hand and whispered, "it won't be long."

"Good luck." Scarlett stood up and gave Rodriguez a big smile. "Mr. director, I won't disturb you to have a man to man conversation. I hope everything goes well."

Rodriguez nodded modestly, though he was sensitive to Ryan's "not too long" - what does that mean? Does it mean that he doesn't value him? Or do you think this project doesn't need to take too long? Or does Ryan think it's settled? But in the face of Scarlett's smile, Rodrigo still tidied up his mood, nodded with a smile, and watched Scarlett's graceful figure leave the lobby.

Rodriguez's eyes fell on Ryan again, showing a modest smile, "Ryan, what part of the script do you remember the most? If you don't mind, you can perform directly and let's communicate in professional language. " Rodriguez could feel Ryan's muscles slightly stiff, but his words didn't stop at all. He continued, "I know that this project is a severe test for actors, and that's why I think of you first. So what do you think of the script and the characters? "

Ryan just choked. Shouldn't he be the one to take the initiative? Shouldn't it be him who controls the rhythm? Why... Something seems to be wrong?

Scarlett left Wutong's lobby, which was a small courtyard in front of the house, not much space, even smaller than the half court of the basketball. But it planted two Indus trees. The dense shade almost covered the entire yard. The sparse sunlight was scattered down through the motley trees, and every kind of plants were planted in the brown soil. Next to the mountain tigers, they climb all the way up the corner. The smell of rain lingers under their noses, and the fresh water vapor blooms in the continuous green.

At a glance, Scarlett saw the man named lanli just now. He was standing at the gate, as if standing in front of a window, overlooking another world. The casual and sloppy plaid shirt is wrapped around the broad shoulders. The silhouette of the side face can be seen in the shadow of the backlight. It is as quiet as water, elegant and unsophisticated, but it bursts out a kind of blooming moment of brilliance.

"Do you need a lighter?" Scarlett stopped beside the man, stood at a similar angle, and looked out, trying to appreciate the scene of the man's preoccupation just now. The rugged road of Amsterdam street quietly extended in the sight.

Hoarse voice is not like smoke voice so vicissitudes, just like a cat's palm, short and sharp nails in the palm gently rub, lazy with a trace of sexy. You don't need to turn your head to know it's Scarlett.

"Well?" Blue Li gently raised the ending, it seems that some do not understand Scarlett's opening remarks.

Scarlett pursed her mouth, rolled her eyes and answered with disdain, "you should know that the only reason many people hold cigarettes is to smoke them; If you want to pretend to be noble, you can choose a pipe, or at least a cigar. "

Lan Li looked down at the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He was dumbfounded. It's just a little habit from his last life.

He used to be an old smoker. He had no breathing space because of his regular life. When he was in college, he had to smoke a pack and a half a day, even if he wanted to quit; What's more, he doesn't want to quit. Under the pressure of life, smoking is the only way for him to amuse himself - he doesn't play games, he doesn't take part in sports, and his drinking is far from good. Cigarettes are the only support. If he doesn't even have cigarettes, he doesn't know how long he can hold on.

Later, he was hospitalized in the accident, not to mention that the hospital does not allow smoking, even if allowed, he can not smoke. Being forced to quit smoking, compared with high paralysis, the pain and suffering of quitting smoking seems to be insignificant. Quitting smoking is much easier than imagined.

After rebirth, he can smoke again, but he is no longer persistent. It's not because I've seen too many cases of smoking in hospitals in my last life, but because after death, nicotine is no longer important.

Holding a cigarette is more like a habit, a habit of thinking, a habit of remembering and a habit of body, which can help him concentrate and start thinking; He would carry a pack of cigarettes with him, but it had not been lit for a long time.

"How do you know it's not marijuana? I didn't light it because I didn't want to be watched by the police officer on the corner." Lan Li didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed and took down the cigarette and put it back into the cigarette box.

Scarlett's eyes fell on Lan Li's fingers. She was slender and vigorous, like a bamboo knot. Her simple movements were like works of art, which made her eyes stop. Scarlett looked at the cigarette carefully. "So, is it marijuana?"

"Do you need a breath?" Lanli not only didn't deny it, but also took the opportunity to say that he grasped the cigarette case with his right hand, then put his index finger against the top corner of the cigarette case and gently turned it, "I thought you need to stay awake today. You know, Ryan is auditioning, and you are his most solid backing."

"His career doesn't need to..." Scarlett said casually, but before she finished her words, she responded with a playful smile. "I thought you were competitors. Ryan's failure should be something you love."

Langley shrugged, nodded with a smile, "the truth." Frankly admitted Scarlett's words, which instead caught Scarlett off guard, dumbfounded, "I will not refute, because as a competitor, I do not have many chips in my hand, it is not easy to turn this card over."

"Real poker masters know how to bluff." Scarlett's eyes flashed and she said with a smile.

Blue Li eyebrow tail lightly a Yang, "so you guess, I am now bluffing or winning?"