Chapter 1171

It's cold in winter and the wind is blowing. The whole world disappears in a hazy halo. It seems so close, but it's so far away. On the open street, you can occasionally hear the distant roar, but it sets off the quietness and peace near Greenwich Village. It doesn't look like New York at all.

Standing at the crossroads of traffic lights, waiting for the red light to turn into a green light, the raging wind swept. Even if the overcoat was pulled up, the thin overcoat could not resist the cold, and a chill began to rush up from the sole of the foot; There are no other people around the quiet intersection. There is an illusion in the trance: the illusion that the world is only one person.

Looking up, on the skyscrapers, the lights are bright, and the bright halos are dense in the night, interwoven with each other, just like a light and high spider web, blocking the night out, forming another isolated place.

There is a story behind every lamp, but none of it belongs to him.

The red light turns green.

Take back your sight and thoughts, step forward, pull the collar up, quickly walk across the zebra crossing, follow the direction of memory, continue to move forward, but... The result is the wrong direction. Fortunately, Greenwich Village is a big place, in the cold wind around a small circle, before the head began to headache, the apartment has been in front of us.

However, his steps did not stop on the second floor. He walked all the way to the third floor and knocked on the door. He seemed to have completely forgotten where the key was and was waiting for a response.

Just waiting for a little while, the sliding door is pulled across, and Matthew Dunlop's figure appears in front of us. At this time, it was nearly midnight. Matthew changed his dark blue plaid pajamas, and his hair was a little messy. He didn't take care of it neatly, but he was still hale and hearty, and didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Can I stay here tonight?"

Lanli said, but after saying it, he scratched his hair. He seemed embarrassed and embarrassed. "Neil has a visitor tonight. I don't want to ruin his date night; The night before yesterday, I made a mess of Stanley's kitchen. I thought he didn't welcome me very much

"Joel and Ethan... The sound insulation of the hotel they live in is really terrible. I'm sure someone should have made a special service call in the next room last night." He reluctantly spread his hands and shrugged, "I was going to ask the Secretary at the front desk in the studio if I could stay overnight, but unfortunately... I'm not her type. She prefers Kerry Mulligan's type."

"So..." Lan Li wrinkled his nose and looked into the room behind Matthew. "Can I stay here tonight? It's just one night, I promise. Tomorrow, tomorrow... Er, tonight. " At the end of the speech, it seems to be a bit embarrassed.

Since the "drunken folk" crew began filming, Lan Li has never returned to his home. He sleeps in different friends' homes every night, and insists on sleeping on the sofa, even on the floor. Walking in Greenwich Village in the way of no fixed place, time seems to return to the 1960s, the era of wandering.

Before, Langley spent two nights at Matthew's house.

To be honest, Matthew couldn't understand Langley's choice.

Why can staying at different friends' homes help to understand the role? Why does it help to enter the role state by constantly pleading with friends every day? More importantly, why is lanli in a state of embarrassment and depression every day, which can help film shooting?

The man in front of him is not the blue Li that Matthew is familiar with.

Although the coolness of pride still radiates from the inside out, even if it's asking for help, the tone is always with a trace of pride and nobility, which is definitely not the right attitude to ask for help; But the embarrassment and uneasiness between the eyebrows and deep in the eyes exposed the lack of confidence in the heart, and even some panic and confusion. The kind of embarrassment inadvertently revealed was not the impression of Lan Li.

Matthew still remembers that when he was in primary school, lanli was reading the "love Sutra" in class, and the old-fashioned and conservative teacher was so scared that he almost choked on his own saliva, but lanli was still calm and calm; Later, at the teacher's request, Lan Li went to the headmaster's office with books. He was still calm and didn't cover up.

That kind of integrity from the depths of the soul is the real pride.

But the most wonderful part is that lanli is still lanli. Lan Li didn't confuse the reality between his speech and behavior. Filming is filming, recording is recording, life is life, and the names of his friends are all correct; The only difference is... It's not Langley that's standing in front of us, it's Levine.

It's as if Levine Davis is now living in Greenwich Village, and then he enters the life of Langley.

Matthew didn't know whether the adjective "wonderful" was right, because it was so weird and ridiculous.

But... Matthew accepted Langley's choice. This is Lan Li. Everything seems to be taken for granted. He can never understand but never refuses. This seems to be the right way to open it.

"Of course. No problem. " Matthew nodded, moved out of the way, and invited Langley into the room.

The line of vision lightly glanced at the blue coat wet coat, then noticed that the shoes that had already soaked the smaller part of the shoes, shook his head gently, and shook his head without tucking. He just told him, "change a pair of slippers, and make complaints about the leather shoes. You can bake them next to the radiator, and you can continue wearing them tomorrow. Do you need to go to the studio tomorrow? Or do you need to start shooting again? "

Lanli took off his shoes, and took off his wet socks. His shoes were placed beside the radiator, but he didn't stop. "I'll go to wash first. You don't like littering, I remember Lanli smiles at Matthew, then disappears at the bathroom door.

"Dinner?" Matthew raised his voice and asked.

"What do you have? Just give me something to fill my stomach. " Lanli's voice came over, and then he could only hear the clatter of water.

Matthew tilted his head, but he was not used to it after all.

He can't help but make complaints about his tone and content, habits and ways of action. He suddenly feels a headache and strongly doubts that he will start to split up when he thinks more. He can't help but talk to himself. "No wonder he says actors are crazy."

When lanli came out of the shower, he could see Matthew reading books at his desk. Every day before going to sleep, Matthew has the habit of reading, which is formed from childhood and can't be changed when he grows up.

As soon as you look around, you can see the finished dinner on the kitchen table, a plate of red wine stewed beef, dotted with several potatoes, two broccoli and a handful of green beans, and a small basket of bread beside it. Seemingly simple, but extremely rich.

The corner of Langley's mouth rose and he said jokingly, "God, Matthew, is this your dinner? I think you can marry. "

"Go away." Matthew didn't look back. He replied coldly.

Blue Li pursed the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care. He walked into the kitchen, and then there was a clanging sound, which made Matthew turn his eyes. Sure enough, the attribute of "kitchen idiot" continued. Before his kitchen was demolished, he had better ask, "what do you need?"

"Salt."

"It's on the table."

"Oh."

Lanli turned around and came to the table. He was going to sit down to eat. But after thinking about it, he picked up the plate, held the fork in one hand, and began to eat directly. Such a simple and crude action was more suitable for Levine's living habits. Then he noticed Matthew's calm eyes, There is still a trace of silence hidden in the eyes.

"So, haven't you ever had dinner in a folk bar?" he said with a slight shrug He also raised his eyebrows at Matthew, then looked left and right, "do you have beer here?"

Matthew grinned his teeth in secret and said, word by word, "Langley hall!"

Beef stewed in red wine with beer? So the way Americans eat is beyond Matthew's bottom line.

Blue Li raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, "OK, OK, I know." He turned around and began to spin around the room, muttering, "isn't it just a bottle of beer?"

Matthew's eyes were fixed on the plate in lanli's hand, and he was always worried that the sauce might drip down, which would be a disaster. But lanli didn't care, and walked freely. Matthew was startled step by step, and finally lanli stopped in front of the bookshelf.

Matthew's endurance limit has reached the limit, words from the crack in the grinding out of the body, seems to have the edge, "Langley - Sebastian - hall, I warn you, leave my bookshelf! Stay away from them. "

"Are you warning Langley hall or Levine Davis?" But Lan Li is still not slow.

Matthew was slightly stunned. He could catch the smile in Lan Li's words. Then he saw that Lan Li turned around and his eyes were filled with the light of prank. In a flash, a sense of nothingness came. Although he knew that his next question would be very stupid, he still asked, "when did you notice that?"

He noticed his discomfort, then deliberately created a prank, constantly challenging his bottom line.

Lan Li pursed the corners of his mouth and said, "when I open the door."

This is Langley. He's familiar with Langley. But now, Matthew doesn't know whether he should marvel at lanli's precise control and walk in the role and reality with ease, or whether he should be annoyed that he has been cheated again. This guy's prank is always too much to prevent!