Chapter 92

Look at Neil with his face full of excitement, look at Stanley with his smile, and look at the others who raised their hands to welcome.

Reality grabs lanli's ankle, tugs down, and then slams into the ground, shaking. Pause for a moment, trying to find the right language, only to find that the brain has a short-term crash, even for two generations, all this is too bizarre.

An independent ballad with different styles? And it's an independent ballad that doesn't have a TV campaign or a music video? Or even a new single without any fan base? Don't forget, it's a single that only relies on online distributors without signing a record company or distribution company?

There are hundreds and thousands of such singles every day, and the probability of being listed on the bulletin board is almost the same as the probability of pie falling from the sky. Ranking is not important. It's an incredible feat to appear in any position in the top 100; Even if it comes out next week, it's just a flash of inspiration. It's still a miracle - the miracle of independent ballads.

It was just a gift at the beginning, but unconsciously it has come to its present position. Life is really interesting, isn't it?

When he opened his mouth, lanli found for the first time that the language was quite pale and could not express his mood at the moment, so he couldn't help but smile and watch Neil close his jaw. He couldn't find a suitable way to describe his mixed mood, so he just jumped over and said nothing. "Do the two numbers on the cake represent the ranking of the single?"

Obviously, the well prepared cake was not for the sake of marriage proposal, but for celebration. The statue of surfing should be the experience of learning to surf in gold coast before lanli. In other words, it is the real object of surprise party; Then, the special significance of those two numbers is not difficult to guess.

"Yes Neil raised his chest as if in a dramatic way, and said at the top of his voice, "ninety seven! This week, Cleopatra came in 97th

There are only 97 people, less than 50 of whom few people pay attention, and they are crane tail; But this is still the craziest thing since 2010, even the "Pacific War" and "buried alive" can not be compared.

"Ninety seven!" Lanli also raised his right hand, showing a big smile, life is always full of surprises, no one will refuse to surprise, right?

"Roar, roar!" Everyone in the audience raised their right hands one after another and joined the ranks of cheering and roaring.

"I'll take all the drinks tonight!" Lan Li raised his voice again, which completely ignited all the enthusiasm of the audience. Everyone raised their beer and yelled, "Lan Li! Lanli! Blue

Looking back, lanli saw the appearance of Stanley's hesitation. He knew that the party was held for him by Stanley, so he didn't need to pay for the drinks. However, "Stanley, this is my party. I've been absent from the preparation part, at least let me show the host's attitude." Langley's words, let Stanley pause for a moment, finally showed a smile.

Stanley stepped forward, close to Langley's ear, and said, "don't worry, I won't open that precious bottle of whiskey."

Stanley has a bottle of precious whisky. The whisky brewed by dalmo in 1942 is a combination of four single malt whiskies distilled in different years and finally brewed. There are only 12 bottles in the world, each with a unique name. This bottle of Stanley's is called Alexandria, and its specific value is not reliable. As a reference, what can be found on the market is the Scottish foreign company, which is worth 58000 US dollars. It is said that the value of Alexander foreign company has at least doubled.

In fact, no one has ever seen this bottle of Alexandria, just heard from Stanley. It is said that Stanley kept it until it was opened on a special occasion, and everyone in the Pioneer Village always liked to make fun of this bottle of Alexandria.

"Ha ha." Lan Li deliberately pulled the corners of his mouth, showing a disappointed expression, "this is breaking my heart." It made Stanley laugh.

A glass of beer came up from behind. Lanli stepped forward, took it, and then raised it high to join the crowd. Then he raised his head and drank it all in one breath. The cold beer slid down his throat into his stomach. People couldn't help but exclaim. Lanli raised his glass high and buckled it on his head.

All the people in the audience hit the table and began to roar. The atmosphere of the scene reached a climax at this moment.

In Langley's apartment, a party that didn't belong to him was going on; In the Pioneer Village, a party for Langley is also going on.

"Guys, guys!" Janice's voice came out of the stereo, and the boiling crowd calmed down a little. "Who wants to hear today's hero sing that single that conquered the billboard?"

In a word, it immediately attracted the whole audience to shout again, "Lan Li! Lanli! Blue

Seeing Langley's helpless expression, Janice continued to tease, "Neil's singing just now was terrible. I don't want it to be my only impression of Cleopatra. You have to wash my ears."

Neil, standing beside him, didn't mind at all. He even nodded, "that's right. I just went out of tune, and it was terrible. You need to clarify the facts, or this single will fall into the cesspit. "

"Pooh, Pooh, Pooh," the whole audience burst into laughter.

Lan Li did not wriggle. He put down his beer glass and looked around. "Where's the guitar?" Someone nearby immediately handed the guitar over, and others went down one after another, leaving the stage for lanli.

Party, this is just the beginning.

It was a crazy night. Pioneer Village closed for one night and held a private party. Only the guests who got the private invitation could enter. Put down all the burdens and simply enjoy the alcohol, music, friends and the night on a Tuesday night.

"Lenley, come here." Stanley interrupted blue Li, who was fighting with an old man about whether Nirvana was better or pearl sauce was greater. "I have a special guest to introduce you."

"Believe me, Kurt Cobain is a genius, but the greatness of Pearl sauce is a whole," he said solemnly Seeing that the other party still wanted to argue, Langley ignored it and followed Stanley's steps. From behind came the unyielding cry, "flamethrowers! So you mean the flamethrowers aren't good enough? "

Nirvana after Kurt's death, the rest of the band formed the flamethrower, one of the most important rock bands of the past 15 years.

However, these disputes have been left behind. Langley and Stanley come to a small table next to the bar. The small round table is a typical Paris model. It only allows two people to sit face to face with their knees touching each other. But this small and crowded style is the real flavor of Paris.

A white haired old man curled up in the corner, the thin skeleton was almost drowned by the darkness, and he could only vaguely see the light reflected by his glasses.

"Hey, woody." Stanley said, "this is Langley. He plays the piano well. It's not a textbook competition, it's a piano that's really integrated into music. " Stanley has never been stingy of his praise, and this time is no exception.

"I can hear it. His guitar is also very tasteful. " The old man mumbled and mumbled that his pure New York accent was very familiar.

”If you have a chance in the future, maybe you can go on the stage and perform together“ Stanley said frankly, no flattery, but more banter among friends, with a faint expectation.

The old man shrugged his shoulders and didn't say yes. He didn't seem to be very interested in the proposal. He looked up and looked at Lan Li for the first time. However, he didn't look at Lan Li rudely. His eyes stayed on Lan Li's face and looked at it seriously, as if he was thinking about Lan Li's eyes.

Lan Li finally saw the old man's face now. His wrinkled face was full of scholar's breath. His black round frame glasses enhanced his temperament. His silver hair was combed aside randomly, revealing his full and clean forehead. His eyes, which were slightly dull, revealed his lofty and pride, and his aloofness.

"Langley hall, you mean?" The little old man raised his voice and asked.

Lan Li pursed her mouth, then said with a smile, "who is asking?"

This kind of counterattack answer also has a pride that can't be ignored. However, different from the little old man's slightly critical and sharp way of asking questions, Langley's standard London voice has the politeness and coldness precipitated from aristocratic life. While maintaining the etiquette, he should draw the boundaries properly.

The former is literati, the latter is aristocrat. The essence is different.

The little old man chuckled, and his slight breath revealed his disdain and rejection. He didn't care about the gentlemanly and noble attitude of Lan Li. Obviously, the aristocracy had no influence on him. However, his eyes are slightly flashing, it seems that some accidents, here will encounter such a pure London voice, "you little guy, a little interesting."

Then, the little old man stood up and nodded to Lan Li, "if there is a performance next time, please let me know." Then he patted Stanley on the arm. "Then I'll go first. It's time for me to go to bed."

"Have a good sleep." Stanley didn't mind. He patted the old man casually and watched him leave. Then he turned and looked at Lan Li. "It seems that you have another audience."

"Yes, big audience." Lenley nodded meaningfully. Woody Allen, even in Hollywood, is the top and biggest brand, not to mention in Greenwich Village?

Looking back, Langley raised his voice to Stanley again and said, "how about a round of tequila?" Then he yelled, "Neil! Neil? A round of tequila

When he came to the bar, Neil had arranged a row of tequila, and prepared lemon and salt in his hand. Lanli took the lemon, and from the high end, Neil also picked up his own cup of tequila, shouting, "next, top 50." Those eyes are full of bright expectations.

Lan Li also showed a big smile, "let's wait and see! For the Hudson ride Then, look up and do it!