The cold winter, the sound of the wind, the whole world disappeared into a hazy halo, it seemed so close, but so far away, the occasional roar could be heard from the empty streets, but it was more and more set off the quiet and peace of the Greenwich Village neighborhood, not at all like New York.

Standing at the intersection of the traffic light, waiting for the red light to turn green, the raging wind swept in, even if the coat was pulled up, but the thin coat could not keep out the cold after all, a cold air began to rush up from the soles of the feet, and there was no other figure around the quiet intersection, and there was an illusion in the trance: the world was the illusion that there was only one person left.

Raising his head, the skyscrapers around him were brightly lit, and a bright halo of light spread out in the large expanse of night, intertwined with each other, like a light and high spider's web, intercepting the night tightly, forming another isolated lonely place.

Behind every light there is a story hidden, but none of it belongs to him.

The red light turns into a green light.

Retracting his gaze and thoughts, he took a step, pulled the collar that stood up, walked briskly across the zebra crossing, followed the direction of his memory, and continued to move forward, but ...... It turned out to be going in the wrong direction. Luckily, Greenwich Village is a palm-sized place, and after a little circle in the cold wind, the apartment is already in front of you before your head starts to have a headache.

Walking up the stairs, his footsteps did not stop at the second floor, and went all the way to the third floor, knocked lightly on the door, and seemed to have completely forgotten where the key was, quietly waiting for a response.

After a short wait, the sliding door was pulled sideways, and Matthew Dunlop's figure appeared in front of him. At this time, it was close to midnight, Matthew had changed into a set of dark blue plaid pajamas, and his neat hair was also slightly messy, not neatly groomed, but his spirit was still strong, and there was no lazy sleepiness at all.

"Can I spend the night here tonight?"

Lan Li spoke, but as soon as he spoke, he scratched his hair, seeming a little embarrassed and embarrassed, "Neil has a visitor tonight, and I don't want to ruin his date night; ”

"Joel and Ethan...... The hotel where they stayed was so soundproofed that I was sure someone in the next room should have called the special services last night. He spread his hands helplessly and shrugged his shoulders, "I was going to ask the secretary at the front desk in the recording studio if he could spend the night, but unfortunately...... I'm not her type, she prefers the Kerry Mulligan type. ”

"So......" Lan Li frowned her nose and her gaze fell on the room behind Matthew, "Can I stay here for the night tonight?" Tomorrow, tomorrow...... Well, it's tonight. At the end of the words, he seemed to be a little embarrassed.

Since the crew of "Drunken Country Folk" began filming, Lan Li has not returned to live in his own home, spending the night at different friends' houses every night, and insisting on sleeping on the sofa and even the floor. Walking around Greenwich Village in a homeless way, time seems to go back to the 60s, the era of wandering the world.

Previously, Lan Li had spent two nights at Matthew's house.

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

Why does staying at different friends' houses help the characters understand? Why do they constantly beg their friends to borrow every day to help them get into the character state? More importantly, why is Lan Li in a state of embarrassment and despair every day, which can help the filming of the movie?

The man in front of him was not the Lan Li that Matthew was familiar with.

Although the coldness of arrogance still emanates from the inside out, even if it is begging, the tone always has a trace of pride and loftiness, which is definitely not the correct attitude of asking for people;

Matthew still remembers that when he was in elementary school, Lan Li was reading the "Love/Sutra" in class, and the old-fashioned and conservative teacher was so startled that he almost choked on his own saliva, but Lan Li was still calm and unhurried; Later, at the request of the teacher, Lan Li carried the books to the principal's office, still with a calm face, without the slightest intention of concealing it.

The kind of dignified integrity that comes from the depths of the soul is the real arrogance.

But the most amazing part is that the Blue Rite is still the Blue Rite. Between words and deeds, Lan Li did not confuse reality at all, filming is filming, recording is recording, life is life, the names of those friends are all accurate, the only difference is ...... It was not Lan Li who was standing in front of him, but Levine.

It was as if it was Levian-Davis who lived in Greenwich Village now, and then the dove occupied the magpie's nest and entered the life of Lanli.

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

But...... Matthew, however, accepts Lan Li's choice. This is the blue gift, everything seems to be taken for granted, never understood but never rejected, this seems to be the right way to open.

"Of course. No problem. Matthew nodded, got out of the way, and invited Lan Li into the room.

glanced at Lan Li's wet coat, and then noticed the pair of leather shoes on his feet that had been soaked with a small part, shook his head slightly, did not complain, just ordered, "Change a pair of slippers, the leather shoes can be put next to the radiator to bake, and you can continue to wear them tomorrow." Do I need to go to the studio tomorrow? Or do I need to start shooting again?"

Lan Li took off his shoes, and also took off his soaked socks, and placed them next to the radiator, but his footsteps did not stop, "I'll go wash up first." You don't like things littering, I remember. Lan Li smiled at Matthew, and then the figure disappeared into the bathroom door.

"Dinner?" asked Matthew.

"What do you have? just give me something to fill my stomach. Lan Li's voice came, and then only the sound of rushing water could be heard.

Matthew tilted his head, still not quite used to it after all.

The tone and content of his speech, the habits and methods of his actions, inside and out, were all not familiar Lan Li, he suddenly felt a little headache, and strongly suspected that he would start to schizophrenia if he thought about it again, and involuntarily complained, "No wonder they say that actors are crazy." ”

When Lan Li came out of the shower, he could see Matthew sitting at his desk reading a book at a glance. Before going to sleep every day, Matthew has a habit of reading, which he has developed since he was a child and cannot change it when he grows up.

Turning his gaze, he saw dinner prepared on the kitchen table, a plate of beef stew in red wine, garnished with a few boiled potatoes, two broccoli and a pinch of green beans, and a small basket of bread next to it. It's deceptively simple, but it's incredibly rich.

The corners of Lan Li's mouth went up, and he said quips, "God, Matthew, is this your dinner?" ”

"Get out. Matthew didn't look back, and replied coldly.

Lan Li pursed the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care, walked into the kitchen, and then there was the sound of ping pong, which made Matthew roll his eyes, and sure enough, the attribute of "kitchen idiot" continued, and before his kitchen was demolished, he had better ask out loud, "What do you need?"

"Salt. ”

"It's already on the table. ”

"Oh. ”

Lan Li turned around and came to the dining table, originally ready to sit down and eat, but after thinking about it, he picked up the plate, held the fork in one hand, and started to eat directly, such a simple and crude action is more suitable for Levien's living habits, and then he noticed Matthew's calm and calm eyes next to him, hidden in the depths of his eyes There is a trace of speechlessness.

Lan Li shrugged his shoulders lightly and said lightly, "So, you haven't eaten at the folk bar?" He raised his eyebrows at Matthew, then looked left and right, "Do you have beer here?"

Matthew grinded his teeth secretly and said word by word, "Lan Li-Hall!"

Beef stew with red wine and beer? Such an American way of eating is simply beyond Matthew's bottom line.

Lan Li raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, "Okay, okay, I see." He turned around and began to spin around the room, muttering, "Isn't it just a bottle of beer?"

Matthew's eyes stared at the plate in Lan Li's hand, always worried that the sauce might drip down, it would be a disaster, but Lan Li didn't care, walking freely, Matthew was simply frightened, and finally Lan Li finally stopped in front of the bookshelf.

Matthew's patience had reached its limit, and the words seemed to have been sharpened between his teeth, "Ranley-Sebastian Hall, I warn you, get out of my bookshelf! ”

"Are you warning Ranley Hale right now, or are you warning Levine Davis?"

Matthew was slightly stunned, vaguely able to catch the shallow smile in Lan Li's words, and then saw Lan Li turn around, his eyes were full of mischievous light, and in an instant, a sense of powerlessness came to him, although he knew that his next question would be very stupid, he still opened his mouth to ask, "When did you notice?"

noticed his discomfort, and then deliberately created a prank to constantly challenge his bottom line.

Lan Li pursed the corners of her mouth and said nonchalantly, "When you open the door." ”

This is the Blue Rite, this is the Lady Rite he is familiar with. But now, Matthew doesn't know whether he should first marvel at Lan Li's precise control and move between the character and reality with ease, or should he be annoyed that he was fooled again, the prank of this guy in front of him is always unguardable!