The voices of high-pitched talk were endless, so deeply immersed in the thoughts of the conversation that no one noticed Lan Li's appearance at all. Several young men on the right hand side of the bar entrance were arguing with red faces.

“…… No, no, no, haven't you noticed that 'Cleopatra', 'Convinced', 'Go Ahead', these songs all have the essence of rock 'n' roll...... "So you think he can be a second Bob Dylan? I admit he's great, but he's not Bob! There's only one Bob ...... in the world...... But there's only one Lanli-Hall in the world!"

The argument was so heated that no one noticed that the tall figure who had just passed by was the object of their discussion. Lan Li lowered his jaw slightly, hid his face into the shadows, and pushed the door into the Pioneer Village Bar, where the scene of people and guests in front of him was filled with the smell of a party, surging warmly, and the heat on his face blurred his vision, and he didn't know where to fall.

Before he had time to look further and look for familiar faces in the crowd, a little old man with gray hair and short stature came up to him, and before passing by, he suddenly stopped, took two steps back, and stood in front of Lan Li, his cloudy eyes hidden in the dim light, looking up and down, revealing a hint of pickiness and playfulness, and said without warning, "You are an interesting fellow." ”

originally thought it was just a stranger passing by, but hearing this sentence attracted Lan Li's attention, and then he saw Woody Allen's iconic black-rimmed glasses, the little old man was still expressionless, but his slightly reddened cheeks still added a touch of kindness than usual. Aware of Lan Li's inquiry, Woody didn't care, not only did he not intend to explain, but added, "I mean, you're even more interesting than I thought. ”

"Is it 'the end of the game' fun, or is it the 'midnight Paris' fun?" Lan Li teased back with a shallow smile in his eyes.

"Scarlett Johansson-esque fun. Woody said meaningfully as he pushed his black-rimmed glasses.

The great director has said in public many times that Scarlett is his "muse" and a source of inspiration. Scarlett has also played the heroine of Woody's film works three times before and after, "The End of the Game", "Scoop", and "Midnight in Barcelona".

Lan Li raised his chin, and his eyes showed a playful light, "So you're saying that you got inspiration from me?

Woody chuckled.

This is the first time Lan Li has seen Woody's expression so cheerful, and it can be seen that Woody is indeed in a very happy mood tonight, and his whole body is filled with an indescribable lightness, "Young man, don't be too greedy, and don't be too arrogant. Woody squinted his eyes and replied sharply, "My muse is women, and it has been like this before, and it will be like this in the future." Men don't help in any way when it comes to creative inspiration. As he spoke, he also showed a look of disgust, "Women, only women." ”

The same sentence, Woody repeated twice, emphasizing his point, which made Lan Li laugh dumbly, "What about 'Midnight Paris'?"

"If you've seen this work, you should know that Oen-ilson is referring to me, and those real inspirations are from the itinerant Paris, and from Marion-Cotillard. Woody actually patiently explained that it was absolutely impossible to meet two times before. "I must admit, though, you're an interesting guy. ”

This is the third time Woody has repeated the same phrase.

"Is it because I'm so bored that I don't have a better adjective, or is your brain going down tonight and it's the same thing over and over again?" Lan Li was not modest or flattered, but responded with mockery.

Not only did Woody not get angry, but he also gently retracted his chin, with an expression of "sure enough", and seemed to be very satisfied with Lan Li's response, "I could have used this line in the script of 'Midnight in Paris', but it's a pity." ”

The following words are not said, but the meaning could not be more obvious: the timing is not right, so Lan Li missed the opportunity to cooperate, and "Midnight Paris" has already been screened at this year's Cannes Film Festival.

"To miss it is to be inappropriate, and there is nothing to be sorry for. Lan Li shrugged his shoulders slightly, but after finishing speaking, his expression froze, "Has my goal been achieved? Is this kind of tone of speech the most appropriate?" The subtext is to say: The answer just now is all a routine, and there is no deliberate flattery, but he chooses to be-for-tat, like a clear stream, can he stand out among the actors who continue to please Woody?

Lan Li said it in such a playful and self-deprecating tone, but he was actually making fun of Woody. He was always used to being surrounded by people and looking at him with longing and admiration, which is one of the reasons why he didn't like Los Angeles. Vanity Fair.

Woody pursed the corners of his lips, "You're not the first. I believe that it will not be the last. The immovable general returned the taunt to Lan Li, "We should stop this conversation, because you're getting cheesy and boring, and that's not a good sign." The snarky Woody then gave Lan Li another knife and shook his head and walked away.

Walking up to Lan Li, he seemed to remember something, and stopped again, "Was the Don Quixote album your idea? I know it's not George Strand's, it's not Stanley Charson's." ”

"George's idea, my creation. "Lan Li is not humble, but he is also not proud, to tell the truth.

This sentence made Woody think deeply and sighed meaningfully, "God, what a wonderful thing it would be if you were born in the sixties." After saying that, Woody patted Lan Li's arm, put his hands behind his back, and staggered out of the bar.

Seeing Woody's back, Lan Li's thoughts couldn't help but diverge a little. He can taste the sighs and regrets in Woody's words, and he can also taste the expectation and satisfaction hidden behind Woody's words.

Woody has always known that Woody is a stubborn and proud little old man, who is one of the few literati in all of Hollywood - not an artist, but a narcissistic and self-loving, inky and whiny literati, and Murray also knows that every Monday Woody plays the saxophone in the bar, deeply remembering the glory of jazz in the fifties. But he didn't expect that the album "Don Quixote" would be able to touch the softness of Woody's heart.

The seemingly boring nonsense just now is hidden by Woody's approval. This was not expected before the album was released.

It's a bit ridiculous to say that Lan Li and Woody have only met three times, they have never worked together, and they have never even had the opportunity, and the longest conversation is just now. But faintly, Lan Li felt friendship in Woody, as if ...... It's like George, it's like Stanley.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, this self-inflicted, wishful thinking was better off at that.

Walking through the crowd and coming to the bar, you can see Neil at a glance who is very busy, with a happy smile on his face, chatting with customers from time to time, but the work in hand is not idle at all, and skillful posture has become a habit. Lan Li couldn't help but look around, not sure if he should roll up his sleeves, resume his old business, and help.

At this moment, a graceful girl walked over, leaned on the bar, and shouted, "Bartender, bartender!" She has a neat short hair, highlighted by a conspicuous turquoise, a beautiful rose tattoo on the left arm exposed by the short-sleeved top, and the deep facial features have the delicate and feminine beauty of a woman, but the short hair style and bright makeup burst out with a kind of boyish chic handsomeness, not to mention the black nail polish in the right hand and a cigarette.

Sandwiched between the two of them, the position was a little crowded, she turned her head and raised her chin towards Lan Li, "Man, how about getting out of the way?" Without waiting for Lan Li to respond, and without waiting for Lan Li to get out of the way, she showed a look of surprise, "Hey, you're Lan Li, right?

After recognizing Lan Li, she simply turned around, with a playful smile on her face, and looked at Lan Li seriously, "What should I say, you look a little different from the photo, but you are the same as the image in my mind." She put the cigarette to her lips and nodded contentedly, "Man, honestly, I don't like this album, I don't think anyone can beat Bob Dylan when it comes to ballads, your lyrics are still not good enough." But brother, I admire your courage! That alone is worthy of my adoration! How about I, shall I invite you to a drink and admire your face?"

"My pleasure. The smile on the corner of Lan Li's mouth involuntarily rose, not because of the other party's praise, but because of the other party's immaturity, although she exuded a mature temperament, but the greenness of her face could not be concealed at all, Lan Li could bet that she had not yet reached the legal age to drink - twenty-one years old in the United States.

This answer made the girl raise her eyebrows and pat the table hard, "This is another reason for me to like you! I like this kind of simplicity, much better than those mother-in-law men." They always insist that men must invite women to drink, what is the reason?" the girl called again, "Bartender, here, here!"

Neil finally walked over, and the girl said boldly, "Seven bottles of Heineken!

Neil nodded, looking for Heineken beer, while raising his head to talk, but he saw Lan Li standing next to him, and his expression suddenly brightened, "Jesus Christ, why didn't you come here tonight in advance?" Stanley just said that you may not have time to come over this time. After a lot of machine gun talking, and before Lan Li could respond, Neil took a stride and climbed onto the bar and shouted, "Guys, guys! Let's give a warm welcome to the hero who has worked a miracle this week, Lan Li-Hall!"

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the bustling shouts began one after another: Lan Li! Lan Li!