Chapter 382

When the door of the bar is opened, the turbid and sultry air of the Pioneer Village comes to our face, mixed with the faint sound of discussion, and there is some excitement in the idleness. It seems that after a long journey, we have finally left the ice and snow kingdom of Beiyue, and the world suddenly becomes warm.

It's only in the afternoon now, and there are more than ten guests sitting in the bar. In the cold winter, people always like to gather at the bar in the afternoon, with a glass of beer, a plate of peanuts and a few words of chat, to dispel the cold and loneliness of ice and snow.

Lan Li skillfully pushed the skateboard under the front desk, went straight to the bar, nodded politely to the guests next to him, then knocked on the table and said, "a cup of hot water."

In the United States, to be exact, in western countries, no one drinks hot water. Their definition of non-alcoholic beverage is either mineral water at room temperature, or juice or coke.

"Sorry, there's no hot water here." Neil Tucson frowned slightly and spoke impatiently. He went to the bar to have some hot water, which is really unusual, but he replied patiently.

"I insist." Neil heard the response from the bar again. He took a deep breath, pushed down his irritability, turned around and was ready to get angry. Then he saw the familiar face. The anger and impatience disappeared and turned into a bright smile. "Hey, man, you're back!"

Looking at Neil striding forward, the corner of lanli's mouth rose involuntarily, "so, do I have hot water or not?"

"Ha ha, cook in the kitchen by yourself." Neil said happily, went over the bar, gave him a big hug and patted him on the back. "When did Jesus Christ come back? This season, you should flee to Miami, or go to Hawaii and choose to come back to New York. It's not a wise decision

"I think so, too. Maybe I should book a flight to Guam tonight and enjoy the sunshine there. " Langley shrugged and joked.

But Neil didn't take it seriously at all. He quickly went to the side, poured a large glass of black beer and put it in front of lanli. "This is a new variety just recently. It's a smoked beer from southern Germany. Its flavor is very special." He put the hand cloth beside him, supported his hands on the bar, and said with a smile, "is this special trip back for the Hudson River tour we agreed?"

It's been a few months, and during this time, lanli's career has made a breakthrough. However, Neil is not the slightest unfamiliar, did not deliberately mention the uproar of Hollywood, but also did not pretend to be normal, that narrow eyes flashing with pride and joy of light, remind blue Li, the original bet, he won——

Cleopatra not only made it into the top 50 of the billboard, but also made it into the top 20.

Looking at Neil's triumphant look, blue Li chuckled and said, "if you don't mind the weather, we can start now."

Neil couldn't help choking. Now, going for a ride on the Hudson River this season is not enjoyment at all, but punishment. But this provocation was initiated by him. Now he can only eat Coptis, smash it, smash it, "summer, don't worry, I will remember. Go together in summer! Maybe in the summer, Cleopatra will win the championship? "

This time, instead of refuting Neil, Langley pursed the corners of his mouth and nodded in affirmation, "who knows."

"I said that there would be a lot of people like it. I knew that. " It was not Lan Li, but himself, who seemed to have made such outstanding achievements“ By the way, I forgot to congratulate you, Sundance, clam? How do you feel when you finally get on that stage? "

Neil is talking about Sundance, not Oscar. Because they all know that Langley is concerned with performance, not fame and fortune.

"Once is not enough." Lanli pondered for a moment, then said seriously. This kind of reply made Neil laugh and nodded in agreement. "Indeed, how can one time be enough? Let's start looking forward to next year. "

In the middle of the conversation, someone pushed the door again and came in. Neil looked up and began to laugh. This smile without warning, let Lan Li Leng Leng, did not understand what happened.

Neil motioned with his chin. Lanli turned his head and looked over. Then he saw the old man with short silver hair. He carefully combed his back. A blue gray Plaid suit was still cold. His right hand was leaning on a dark brown crutch, but his feet were still strong. He slowly took off his hat, scarf and coat and held them in his hand, He raised his head and looked around.

When his eyes fell on Lan Li, his eyes could not help but brighten. Even though he was separated by more than ten steps, he could still clearly feel that his turbid eyes were bright little by little, as if they were clear and the morning sun had pushed away the dense fog in the valley. The joy of hope and the exuberant joy were jumping between his eyebrows.

Then, he put away his crutch and walked over quickly. The posture of the wind under his feet showed the passion not in line with his age, which was a little shocking.

"Since October, he has come to the bar every day and sat here for an hour or two." Neil's voice came to explain, "four months, a day without a break. Obviously, today, he finally caught you. "

Lanli was a little surprised, but before he could turn the corner, the other person had already come to him and said expectantly, "how about staying in New York this time? Do you have it in two weeks? No, one week is enough. We can go to the studio now. "

There was no polite greeting or even a simple greeting, but it just fell down, and it didn't stop, "the song you wrote last time on the 'Ellen show'," your bones "? That's a great piece of work, you know? I mentioned it to Warner records and universal music. They are very interested in you. "

"Now, in the market, ballads can't be sold at all, and no one is even willing to issue them; But on the other hand, it also means that those true folk fans can't find excellent albums at all. Once the potential of this group is tapped, the achievements will be unimaginable! "

After talking so much, I finally stopped, but it was because I needed to take a breath. After all, I was old.

"Beer or whisky?" Lan Li didn't express any opinions, but took the smoked beer in his hand and asked with a smile.

The old man was about to get angry. He was very dissatisfied with lanli's reaction, but lanli didn't panic. He took a sip of beer and said, "don't worry, there's still a long time left today. I haven't planned to leave yet. You can take a breath first. Mr. George strand. "

At this moment, standing in front of us is George strand, the music producer who is eager for talent.

At the beginning, after hearing lanli's singing in Pioneer Village, he firmly expressed his hope for cooperation. Unfortunately, Langley didn't want to be here, and then he went to attend the triliuride Film Festival, which helped ed Sheeran's fate.

However, Langley underestimated George's persistence and stubbornness. He came to the Pioneer Village every day for four months in a row, and the weather in New York was the worst in the past four months. This sincerity is really moving.

George looked at him suspiciously and finally sat down beside him.

Neil immediately put a single malt whisky in front of George.

As you can see, this should be George's routine. This small detail reveals George's personality. It's not just persistence, it's not just stubbornness, but nostalgia and rejection of change. No wonder he never forgot the glory and prosperity of the music world in the past.

Langley believes that what George likes is not only folk songs or jazz, but also the golden age of rock, the era of disco, the era of soul singing... In that era, music could change the world, touch the soul and interpret life.

George should be a pure musician, who loves music so fanatically and simply. Such people have been gradually abandoned in the era of Internet fast food, because they can't keep up with the changes and reforms of the times. However, George won the respect of Langley.

"How's ed doing?" Lan Li took the initiative to stir up the topic.

"If you're curious, why don't you ask him yourself?" George replied gruffly. He rolled his eyes, took his whisky and took a sip of it. It was a relief“ He's doing well. He's finished recording three songs. Now he's preparing his first solo album. He's really writing behind closed doors. "

After all, George took the initiative to explain it and gave a squint at Lan Li. "He is a serious young man who has devoted himself to the music world. It can be seen that he really likes music. I don't want some people to waste their talents and do nothing. They have enviable talents, but they don't want to calm down and create well and move the world with their own music. "

This can be more obvious. Langley was dumbfounded, but he was not angry. He just shrugged, "not everyone can be Martin Luther King, not everyone wants to be Martin Luther King."

A word choked George directly, and he glared at Lan Li angrily. It seemed that he would lose his temper again

"In English culture, whiskey needs to be tasted carefully and slowly," he said; If you just want the feeling of burning and releasing, then vodka will be a better choice. " Langley glanced at the whisky in front of George. Without saying much, he lifted his beer glass and took a big sip.

George sat by, smoking.