Pushing open the door of the bar, the turbid and sultry air of the pioneer village came to the face, mixed with the faint sound of discussion, and there was some bustle in the idleness, as if after a long journey, finally left the ice and snow kingdom in the realm of Beiyue, and the world suddenly became warmer. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's only afternoon, and there are already more than a dozen customers sitting in the bar, and in the cold winter, people always like to gather around the bar in the afternoon to dispel the cold and loneliness of the ice and snow.

Lan Li skillfully stuffed the skateboard under the counter at the door, walked straight towards the bar, nodded politely to the guest next to him, and then knocked on the table, deliberately embarrassed, "A cup of hot boiling water." ”

In the United States, to be precise, in Western countries, no one will drink hot boiled water. Their definition of a non-alcoholic beverage is either mineral water at room temperature, or fruit juice or cola.

"Sorry, hot boiled water is not available here. Neil Tucson frowned slightly, his tone was a little impatient, and he went to the bar to get some hot boiled water, which was really unusual for ordinary people, but he still answered patiently.

"I insist. Neil heard the response from the direction of the bar again, he took a deep breath, suppressed his irritability, turned around, and was about to get angry, and then he saw the familiar face, and the anger and impatience on his face suddenly disappeared, turning into a bright smile, "Hey, man, you're back!"

Looking at Neil who strode over, the corners of Lan Li's mouth involuntarily raised, "So, is there or not my hot boiled water?"

"Haha, cook it yourself in the kitchen. Neil said cheerfully, crossed the bar, gave Lan Li a big hug, and patted Lan Li on the back, "Jesus Christ, when did you come back? This season, you should flee to Miami, or go to Hawaii, and choose to come back to New York, this is not a wise decision." ”

"That's what I thought, too. Maybe I should book a flight to Guam tonight and enjoy the sunshine. Lan Li shrugged and quipped.

Neil didn't take it seriously at all, quickly walked to the side, poured a large glass of dark beer, and put it in front of Lan Li, "This is a new variety that was just introduced not long ago, a smoked beer from southern Germany, and the flavor is very special." He casually put the hand cloth next to him, propped his hands on the bar, and said with a smile, "Is this special trip back for our agreed trip to the Hudson River?"

It was another few months without seeing each other, and during this time, Lanli's career has achieved a breakthrough take-off, which is not what it used to be. However, Neil did not have the slightest rustiness, did not deliberately mention the seething in Hollywood, but did not hide his ears and pretend to be normal, and his narrow eyes flashed with pride and excitement, reminding Lan Li that he had won the original bet-

"Cleopatra" not only made it to the top fifty of Billboard, but also to the top twenty in one fell swoop.

Looking at Neil's triumphant look, Lan Li chuckled, raised the tail of his eyebrows slightly, and said nonchalantly, "If you don't mind the weather, we can go 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, and now he can only eat Coptis dumbly, smash it, smash it, smash it, "Summer, don't worry, I will remember." Let's go together in the summer!Maybe in the summer, 'Cleopatra' will win the championship?"

This time, Lan Li did not refute Neil, but pursed the corners of his mouth and nodded in affirmation, "Who knows." ”

Neil suddenly became happy again, "I said that there will be a lot of people who like it." I knew it. The appearance of dancing with his hands and feet, as if it was not Lan Li who had achieved such excellent results, but himself. "By the way, I forgot to congratulate you, Sundance, Clam, how does it feel to finally be on that stage?"

Neil is talking about Sundance, not Oscar. Because they all know that Lan Li cares about performance, not fame and fortune.

"Once is not enough. Lan Li pondered for a moment, and then said seriously, such an answer made Neil laugh out loud, and nodded in agreement, "Indeed, how is one time enough? ”

As he spoke, someone pushed the door open and walked in, and Neil looked up and laughed. This smile without warning made Lan Li stunned, not understanding what was happening.

Neil gestured with his chin, Lan Li turned his head to look over, and then he saw the old man with short silver-white hair, meticulously combed his back, a blue-gray plaid suit still exuding a chill, with a dark brown cane in his right hand, but his steps were still strong, he slowly took off his hat, scarf and coat, held it in his hand, and looked up and looked around.

When his gaze fell on Lan Li, his eyes couldn't help but light up, even if he was separated by a distance of more than a dozen steps, he could still clearly feel that his cloudy eyes were like a clear morning sun breaking through the dense fog of the valley, brightening little by little, and the joy of hope and excitement jumped happily between his eyebrows.

Then, he put away his crutches and walked briskly, and the gesture of the wind under his feet showed an emotion that did not match his age, which was a little terrifying.

Since October, he's been coming to the bar every day and sitting here for an hour or two. Neil's voice explained, "It's been four months, and it's not a day. Apparently, today, he finally caught you. ”

Lan Li was slightly stunned, but before his brain could turn the corner, the other party had already come to the front of him, and said with anticipation, "How about it, how long will you stay in New York this time? Do you have two weeks? No, one week is enough, we can go to the recording studio now." ”

There was no polite greeting, not even a simple greeting, and he smashed his head and face, and there was no stop stance, "The song you wrote last time on 'The Ellen Show,' 'Your Bones'? That's a great piece, you know? I mentioned it to Warner Records and Universal Music, and they're all very interested in you." ”

"Now in the market, folk songs can't be sold at all, and no one even wants to release them, but on the other hand, this means that those real folk lovers can't find excellent albums at all, and the potential of this group, once tapped, the results are unimaginable!"

chattering, endless, and full of breath, I finally stopped, but because I needed to take a breath, I was still old after all.

"Beer or whiskey?" Lan Li asked with a smile as he picked up the smoked beer in his hand.

The old man was faintly angry, and was very dissatisfied with Lan Li's reaction, but Lan Li was not flustered, and took a sip of beer, "Don't worry, there is still a long time today, I have no plans to leave for the time being, you can take a breath first." Mr. George Srand: ”

At this moment, standing in front of him is George Slander, the thirsty music producer.

When he first heard Lan Li's singing in the pioneer village, he unswervingly expressed his intention to cooperate. But unfortunately, Lan Li was not here, and then went to participate in the Telluride Film Festival, which fulfilled Ed Sheeran's fate.

It's just that Lan Li underestimated George's persistence and stubbornness, and actually came to the pioneer village every day for four months in a row, and the past four months were also the worst weather in New York. This sincerity is really touching.

George looked at Lan Li with suspicion on his face, and finally sat down next to Lan Li.

Neil then placed a glass of single malt whiskey in front of George.

It can be seen that this should be George's fixed routine. It's the little details that reveal George's personality. It's not just persistence, it's not just stubbornness, it's also very nostalgic and rejects change. It's no wonder that he never forgets the splendor and prosperity of the music world of the past.

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

George should be a pure musician, so fanatical and simple love of music, such people have been gradually eliminated and abandoned in the fast food era of the Internet, because they can't keep up with the changes and reforms of the times. However, George won the respect of Lan Li.

"How's Ed doing?" Lan Li took the initiative to stir up the conversation.

"If you're curious, why don't you ask him yourself?" replied George in a gruff voice, rolled his eyes in annoyance, picked up his whiskey, and took a sip. "He's done well, he's finished recording three songs, and he's now working on his first solo album, working on it behind closed doors. ”

After all, George took the initiative to explain, squinting at Lan Li, "He is a serious young man, devoting himself wholeheartedly to the world of music, and it can be seen that he really likes music." I don't want some people to squander their talents, not do their jobs, and obviously have a talent that makes people jealous, but they are not willing to calm down and create well, and use their music to move the world. ”

This refers to Sang scolding Huai can be more obvious, Lan Li smiled dumbly, but he was not angry, just shrugged his shoulders, "Not everyone can be Martin-Luther-King, and not everyone wants to be Martin-Luther-King." ”

One sentence choked George directly, and he glared at Lan Li with angry eyes, and it seemed that he was about to lose his temper again

Lan Li picked up his beer glass and looked at George with a smile, "In British culture, whisky needs to be tasted slowly, if you just want the feeling of burning and release, then vodka will be a better choice." Lan Li glanced at the whiskey in front of George, and then without saying anything, Shi Shiran picked up his beer glass and took a long sip of beer.

George sat next to him, smoking.