George knew that he had a bad temper, but when facing Lan Li, he felt that his temper was particularly bad. Pen~fun~Ge www.biquge.info blood pressure is pushing the limit all the time, "You don't even record the tracks you compose, so how do you record an album? We are like this, how do we get into the recording studio? This is really lazy! Too lazy!"

Looking at George, who was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, Lan Li's unhurried posture formed a sharp contrast, as if George was the hairy boy in his early twenties, and Lan Li was the old man who had entered his twilight years, and there was really an inexplicable sense of joy.

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

George glared at Lan Li, "You!" But he only said one word, and then he froze, and the words that followed him couldn't go on, he could only stare at Lan Li with round eyes, looking at Lan Li angrily, his emotions were stuck here, he couldn't go up, but he couldn't get down, it was really uncomfortable.

Once upon a time, he was also a top producer who said everything, and those big-name singers were so well-behaved in front of him that they didn't dare to fight back, but now he was speechless by a twenty-one-year-old young man, and he was defeated one after another. The years always inadvertently remind myself that instead of regretting it, it is better to start from now on, grasp every moment, and don't continue to regret it.

George knew he would regret it if he missed it.

However, there are no steps, how can he get around? He can't just sit down, that's too embarrassing!

At this point, Neil walked over and placed a glass of lemonade in front of George. The breath in George's heart still didn't go down, his eyebrows were upside down, and he didn't shy away from scolding, "What kind of/is this!"

Neil didn't speak, just looked at Lan Li who was sitting next to him with a smile, George turned his head and threw a laser ray of questioning, Lan Li shrugged, "I'm just worried that if you continue like this, it may explode." I think it's better to try to avoid this as much as possible until the album is finished, don't you think?"

The tone of understatement, but sharp mockery, choked George speechless for a while, if he had been young, he would have raised his hand and smashed the glass of lemonade over it. But now is not the time to be young.

After this interruption, George's mood gradually calmed down, and he simply followed the momentum and sat down, his swollen cheeks still showed no signs of improvement, but the congestion of his head was relieved.

He pushed the lemonade back in frustration, "This is for the sissy, I'm not interested." Then he raised the whiskey glass in his hand, hesitated, and put the glass back on the bar, and finally did not add a second glass.

After greeting the guests, Neil walked over again, neatly opened four bottles of beer with a driver, put them one by one, and then raised his chin to Lan Li and gestured, "Number seven booth." ”

Without saying anything, he put aside the beer glass that had been drunk, Lan Li skillfully grabbed four bottles of beer with both hands and walked towards the position where the booth was.

George looked at Lan Li's back as he left, and his eyes widened again--why was he like a thorn in the head just now, but now he is so easy to talk? Lan Li is obviously a rising acting star, and even won an Oscar nomination, and now he is actually working as a waiter in a bar?

His eyes were full of astonishment, and he couldn't vent his anger, so he could only look at Neil and say angrily, "Look! Get me a beer, it's a smoky beer." "Take all your anger out on Neil.

Neil shrugged innocently and turned his head to pour his beer.

"Welcome to the pioneer village, your beer, is there anything I can do to help you?" said Lan Li with a smile as he returned to his job as a waitress at the bar.

There were three people sitting in the booth in front of him, an old pedant with messy hair, an old artist with an Einstein hairstyle, and a sloppy old tramp with a stub on his face. The old pedant sitting in the center was babbling while the other two listened intently, and the picture seemed to have an inexplicable sense of joy.

Lan Li was not surprised, and placed a bottle of beer in front of everyone, and the remaining bottle in the center, "Do you need a menu? Or do you need a wine list?" It's still a while before dinner, and we only have a few light snacks here, but you can always heat up a pie if you need it. ”

All three looked up at the same time, and the old pedant stopped talking.

The old artist sitting on the right-hand side took a serious look at Lan Li and said with a smile, "Why don't you sit down and share this beer with us?"

This...... What was the situation? It was something that Lan Li hadn't expected.

Lan Li frowned slightly, with a polite smile on his face, and joked, "If this is how you accosted you, this is really too old-fashioned, and it was estimated to work decades ago." After all, this is no longer the time for alcohol bans. ”

This cynical and counter-attack shows Lan Li's position.

In fact, if it weren't for the old pedant in the center, the famous Woody Allen, and Lan Li knew that Woody had a good relationship with Stanley and had introduced him once before, then Lan Li's words would not have been so gentle at this time.

Woody's face remained unchanged, still the same as if he hadn't woken up, "Young people nowadays are always too impulsive, but when they hear a word, they speculate wildly, even regardless of whether the other party has good intentions or bad intentions." Everything has to do with yourself, everything has to do with discrimination. It's like Don Quixote, eager to raise his spear and dance and show off his muscles. ”

The chattering words seem to be bland, but the ridicule and banter in them are inadvertently revealed, consistent Woody style.

Lan Li didn't get angry, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then outlined a shallow arc upward, "People are always forgetful, don't they? ”

Unlike Woody's tirade, Lan Li fought back with a short sentence, and you can clearly see the old artist's smile, and the old tramp raised his eyes, paused back and forth between Lan Li and Woody, and then continued to lower his eyes.

It was Woody himself, who didn't have any special expression, just raised his crayon-like thick eyebrows, and didn't say anything more.

The old artist looked at Lan Li with interest, "So, this is the little guy you are talking about? He doesn't look like anything at all." ”

Woody shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, his face still had a disdainful expression of disdain, and the old artist was not frustrated, and glanced at the old homeless man opposite, "What do you think? Why do I think this is too different from what I imagined." ”

The old tramp's gaze also fell on Lan Li, as if looking at the goods displayed in the window, and the expression hidden behind the stubble was unclear and unrecognizable.

The old artist was ignored by Woody, and he didn't get a response from the old tramp, but he didn't mind, even Lan Li's puzzled look didn't care at all, and still continued to perform his one-man show, "He looks really too young, definitely less than twenty-five years old, if it's twenty years old, I also believe it." And I'm sure that his tutor must have been very good, which is a lot of fun. You say, if I ask him directly about his relationship with his parents, is that too personal?"

Lan Li was now full of question marks, and there was a strange thing about it from beginning to end: were they targeting him, or did he accidentally hit the muzzle of the gun?

"I thought I wouldn't see him today, didn't you say he didn't work here now?" the old artist was still talking in a puzzling way, "Did you say hello in advance? So he came over? Can we talk in depth now? However, I don't think his appearance looks like it's up to par, and there's no need to talk about it." What do you think?"

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

Lan Li faintly felt that the "he" in the other party's mouth was referring to herself, but she was standing here, and it was really rude for them to be so open, this feeling was not good, and it could even be said to be bad.

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

The polite gentlemanly demeanor faintly drew a boundary, and then piled up a transparent wall to widen the psychological distance between each other. I can't see it, I can't touch it, I can't even say why it is, but it really exists.

The old artist tilted his head, his eyes showed more interest, and he looked at Lan Li with curiosity, again.

Woody's demeanor didn't change, and he interjected in a flat tone, "If you want to sit down, sit now, and if you want to leave, don't stand there and pretend." Those pretentious little tricks seem to be too clumsy. Hollywood's vulgar methods, it's better to stay there and not bring them to New York. Not welcome here. ”

The little old man's words never had too many waves, but the sarcasm and indifference in them did not diminish in the slightest.

Surprisingly, Lan Li didn't refute, just smiled and nodded to the two people next to him, "If you need a menu, just raise your hand." Then, Lan Li turned around and left without the slightest hesitation.

What's more, Lan Li didn't look angry or angry, as if Woody's words just now had no effect on him at all. The calm back, and the side face with a smile, even the footsteps have not changed in particular.

The old artist smiled brightly, "This little guy is really interesting." ”