Chapter 384

George knew he had a bad temper, but when he faced Langley, he thought he had a bad temper. Blood pressure is always challenging the limit. "You don't even record your own tracks, so how do you record an album? How can we get into the studio like this? It's so lazy! Too lazy

Looking at George in a hurry, Langley's unhurried attitude makes a sharp contrast. It seems that George is the little boy in his early twenties, and Langley is the old man in his old age. It's really a kind of inexplicable joy.

"My defense is that just three minutes ago, I didn't decide to record an album." Lan Li replied with an innocent expression.

George glared at blue, "you!" But he only said one word, and then he became angry. He couldn't speak any more. He could only stare at Lan Li angrily. His mood was stuck here. He couldn't get up, but he couldn't get down. It was really hard.

Once upon a time, he was also a top producer. Those famous singers were so clever in front of him that they didn't dare to talk back; But now he was defeated by a 21-year-old. Years, always inadvertently remind themselves, rather than regret, as from now on, grasp every moment, do not continue to regret.

George knew that if he missed Langley, he would regret it.

However, there are no steps. How can he go round? I can't just sit down. It's too embarrassing!

At this point, Neil came over and put a glass of lemonade in front of George. The tone of George's heart still didn't go down. His eyebrows stood up and he said, "what kind of shit is this?"

Neil didn't speak, just looked at the blue Li sitting beside him with a smile. George turned his head and threw the laser light of questioning. Blue Li shrugged, "I'm just worried that if you go on like this, you may explode. I think it's better for us to avoid this situation as much as possible before the recording of the album is finished, don't you think? "

That understatement, but sharp irony, choked George for a while speechless, if young, he raised his hand to the glass of lemonade. But this is not the time to be young.

After this interruption, George's mood gradually calmed down. He just followed the momentum and sat down. His red face still showed no sign of improvement, but the congestion of his head was relieved.

He angrily pushed the lemonade back. "This is for sissy. I'm not interested." Then he raised the whisky glass in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and put the glass on the bar again. After all, he didn't buy a second one.

After greeting the guests, Neil came over again, neatly opened four bottles of beer with a screwdriver, put them on the table one by one, and then raised his chin to Lan Li, indicating, "card seat No.7."

Without saying anything more, he put the finished beer cup aside. With two hands, lanli grasped four bottles of beer skillfully and walked toward the card seat.

George looked at the back of blue Li's leaving, and his eyes widened again - why was it so easy to talk now, just like a thorn in the head? Lanli Mingming is a rising star in acting, and even received an Oscar nomination. Now he is a waiter in a bar?

His eyes were full of consternation, and he couldn't vent his boredom. He just looked at Neil and said angrily, "what are you looking at! Bring me a beer, just some smoky beer. " He took all his anger out on Neil.

Neil shrugged innocently and turned to pour the beer.

"Welcome to Pioneer Village, your beer. What can I do for you?" Familiar with the road, Lan Li went back to his job as a bartender and said with a smile.

There were three people sitting in the front seat, an old scholar with messy hair, an old artist with Einstein's hairstyle, and a slovenly old tramp with a face full of scurf. The old scholar sitting in the center is talking, while the other two are listening attentively. The picture seems to have an inexplicable joy.

Lanli was not surprised. He placed a bottle of beer in front of everyone, and the other bottle was placed in the middle of the table. "Do you need a menu? Or a wine list? It's still a while before dinner. We only serve some simple snacks here, but you can heat up a piece of pie at any time if you need it. "

The three men raised their heads at the same time, and the old scholar stopped talking.

The old artist on the right-hand side looked at him seriously and said with a smile, "why don't you sit down and share this beer with us?"

What's the situation? That's what Langley didn't expect.

With a slight frown and a polite smile on his face, Lan Li joked, "if this is your way of chatting up, it's too old-fashioned. It might have worked decades ago. After all, it's not the age of prohibition. "

The sarcasm and the counterattack showed Lan Li's position.

In fact, if it's not the old scholar in the center, it's the famous Woody Allen, and Langley knows that woody and Stanley have a good friendship, and he was introduced to him once before; Then, Lan Li's words would not be so mild at this time.

However, Woody's face remained unchanged, and he did not seem to wake up. "Today's young people are always too impulsive, but when they hear a word, they make random guesses, even whether the other party is kind or malicious. Everything has to do with yourself, everything has to do with discrimination. Just like Don Quixote, he would like to hold up his spear and show his muscles

That garrulous words, seemingly plain, in which the irony and banter is inadvertently revealed, consistent woody style.

Lan Li didn't get angry. He sipped the corner of his mouth, and then drew a shallow arc. "People are always forgetful, aren't they? I always forget that I was young. "

Different from Woody's lengthy speech, lanli only used a short sentence to complete the fight back, which can clearly see the old artist's smiling face; The old tramp raised his eyes. His eyes stopped back and forth between Langley and woody, and then continued to drop.

But woody himself, no special expression, just the crayon Xiaoxin's thick eyebrows raised, did not say anything more.

The old artist looked at him with interest. "So, is this the little guy you're talking about? He doesn't look like anything. "

Woody shrugged noncommittally, his face was still a lazy disdain expression, and the old artist was not frustrated. He made a look at the old tramp opposite him, "what do you think? Why do I think it's so different from what I imagined? "

The sight of the old tramp also fell on Lan Li, as if looking at the goods displayed in the window. The expression hidden behind the scum was not clear and could not be recognized.

The old artist was ignored by woody and didn't get a response from the old tramp, but he didn't mind. Even Langley didn't care at all. He continued to perform his one-man show. "He looks really young. He must be less than 25 years old. If he is 20 years old, I believe it. And I can be sure that his tutor must be very good, which is a very interesting thing. You say, if I ask him directly about his relationship with his parents, is it too personal? "

Lan Li is now full of question marks, and this thing reveals a strange from the beginning to the end; Were they aiming at him, or did he accidentally hit the muzzle of the gun?

"I thought I couldn't see him today. Didn't you say that he no longer works here?" The old artist is still saying the words that make people confused, "did you say hello in advance? So he came here? Can we have a deep conversation now? However, I think his appearance does not meet the requirements, so there is no need to talk about it. What do you think? "

The last word was said by looking at the old tramp.

Lanli felt vaguely that the "he" in the other person's mouth meant himself, but he was standing here. It was very impolite of them to comment so openly. This kind of feeling was not good, or even bad.

"So, is it a wine list or a menu?" Lan Li directly ignored the long speech just now and asked with a smile. For nobles, it is their basic ability to automatically block those irrelevant words, alienation, alienation, or alienation.

That polite gentleman demeanor, but vaguely draw a boundary, and then pile up a transparent wall, the psychological distance between each other. Can't see, can't touch, can't even say a reason, but it really exists.

The old artist tilted his head and showed more interest in his eyes. He looked at Lan Li curiously and again.

There was no change in Woody's manner, and he cut in flatly, "if you want to sit down, sit down now; If you want to leave, don't stand there pretending. Those pretentious little tricks really look too bad. Hollywood's vulgar means are better left there than brought to New York. It's not welcome here. "

Little old man's words have not been too many waves, but the irony and indifference are not reduced.

Unexpectedly, Lan Li did not retort, but nodded to the two people nearby with a smile. "If you need a menu, just raise your hand." Then, Lan Li turned and left without hesitation.

What's more, Langley didn't look angry or angry, as if Woody's words had no effect on him. That leisurely back, as well as with a smile on the side of the face, even the pace is no special change.

Instead, the old artist laughed brightly, "this little guy is really interesting."