Chapter 113

When he stood on the ground of New York's Kennedy International Airport again, breathing the debris floating in the air and feeling the feeble sunshine, Langley had to admit that familiarity always felt like going home.

In fact, Langley doesn't like New York because it's rainy, snowy and windy here. A hurricane will cause a blackout in the whole city, and a snowstorm will paralyze the whole city, not to mention the traffic that is so crowded that people vomit blood. But the amazing thing is that he has been in London for nearly 20 years, and only in New York for less than a year, but he has found a long lost sense of belonging in this city. It seems that only when he comes back here can he really go home.

Looking out of the window at the crowded airport Avenue, Lan Li couldn't help smiling. No matter how bad it was, it was his home.

When I left New York this time, I thought that the time would be very short. "Buried alive" was just a small independent film, and the shooting cycle could not be too long. I didn't expect that two months later, summer was coming to an end. Walking out of Kennedy International Airport, the rustling sea breeze can already smell the breath of autumn.

With a small suitcase, Lan Li walked out of the crowd, thinking about whether to take the MRT or the bus to go back to the city today. There were a lot of people in the sight, many of them holding signs. It was obvious that they were the staff who came to pick up the plane, just in the turbulent crowd, It's not easy to find your pick-up partner. We can only pray that the passengers will find out by themselves.

"Lan Li!"

In the bustling noise, someone was calling his name. Langley's steps stopped and he thought that some "Pacific War" audience recognized him. This time, a stewardess recognized him on the flight from Paris to New York, and invited him to take a photo together during the break of service. Langley Nathan was in a panic. "Langley, I mean, Mr. hall, Mr. hall. " He trotted behind lenley. "Please get in the car. Fisher really wants to invite you to talk. I hope you can give him a chance." Nathan followed Langley anxiously. "Wait, are you going to take the bus now?" His face could not help showing a blank expression, as if... Lost.

As soon as the sudden style of painting changed, Lan Li couldn't help it. He chuckled and said, "yes."

Nathan responded, "I'm sorry, I've just been on the job for less than a week, and I'm not very proficient in business." Later, he said anxiously, "Fisher flew from Los Angeles to New York, leaving you a full day. There is absolutely no discount on sincerity. He just hopes to have a face-to-face conversation with you..."

Just then, a car stopped by the side of the road, the back door opened, and a voice came out, "Mr. hall, please get in."

Lan Li raised his eyes and looked. Sitting in the back row was a middle-aged man in suit and shoes. He couldn't see his facial features clearly under the shadow. He could only see a pair of quiet but not sharp eyes. He was firm and confident.