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George knew that he had a bad temper, but when faced with Lan Li, he felt that his temper was particularly bad. Blood pressure is always pushing the limit, "You don't even record the tracks you created, so how do you record the album? How do we enter the studio? This is so lazy! Too lazy!"
Seeing George jumping in a hurry, 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 in his twilight years. Inexplicable joy.
"My defense is: just three minutes ago, I haven't decided to record the album." Lan Li replied with an innocent expression on his face.
George glared at Lan Li, "You!" He only said one word, and then he became angry. He couldn't speak anymore. He could only stare at Lan Li and looked at Lan Li angrily, just like that. It is really uncomfortable to be stuck here, unable to go up, but also unable to come down.
Once upon a time, he was also a top producer who said nothing about it. Those big-name singers were so well-behaved in front of him that they didn’t dare to talk back. Now he is so speechless by a 21-year-old young man. Retreat. Years, always remind myself inadvertently, instead of regretting, it is better to start now, grasp every moment, and stop regretting it anymore.
George knew that if he missed the blue gift, he would regret it.
However, there are no steps, how can he get through? Can't just sit down, that would be too embarrassing!
At this moment, Neil came over and put a glass of lemonade in front of George. The tone in George's heart still didn't go down, his eyebrows were upside down, and he screamed, "What kind of dog/shit is this!"
Neil didn’t speak, but just looked at Renly who was sitting next to him with a smile. George turned his head and cast the laser beam of questioning. Lanly shrugged, “I’m just worried that if you continue like this, maybe It will explode. I think it’s better for us to avoid this situation as much as possible before the recording of the album is finished. What do you think?"
That understatement, but sharp taunting, made George choke for a while. If he was young, he would throw up the glass of lemonade. 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. The flushed cheeks just showed no signs of improvement, but the congestion of his head was relieved.
He angrily pushed the lemonade back again, "This is for the sissy drink, I am not interested." Then he raised the whiskey glass in his hand, hesitated, and put the glass back on the bar again. After all, there was no second cup.
After greeting the guests, Neil walked over again, neatly opened four bottles of beer with a screwdriver, placed them bottle by bottle, and then raised his chin at Lan Li and signaled, "Seat number seven."
Without saying much, he put the drunk beer glass aside, and Lan Li skillfully grabbed four bottles of beer with both hands and walked towards the location of the deck.
George looked at the back of Lan Li's departure, his eyes rounded again. Why was it like a thorn just now, but now he is so easy to talk? Lan Li is already a rising star in acting, and even received an Oscar nomination. Now he works as a waitress in a bar?
His eyes were filled with consternation, and he was dull but unable to vent, he could only look at Neil, and said angrily, "What! Bring me a glass of beer, what kind of smoky beer." All the anger was vented. On Neil.
Neil shrugged his shoulders innocently, turned his head resignedly and poured his beer.
"Welcome to Pioneer Village, your beer, can I help you?" Lan Li returned to his post as a bar waiter again with a smile.
There were three people sitting in the deck in front of them, an old pedant with messy hair, an old artist with Einstein's haircut, and a sloppy old tramp with a stubborn face. The old scholar sitting in the middle was talking about it, while the other two people listened intently. 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 other bottle was placed in the center, "Do you need a menu? Or do you need a wine list? There is still a while before dinner. We only provide some simple snacks, but you can heat a piece of pie at any time if you need it."
All three of them raised their heads at the same time, and the old scholar stopped talking.
The old artist sitting on the right took Lan Li seriously and said with a smile, "Why don't you sit down and share this bottle of beer with us?"
What is this...? It was really something that Lan Li hadn't expected.
Lan Li frowned slightly, with a polite smile on his face, and joked jokingly, "If this is your way to strike up a conversation, it would be too old-fashioned. I guess it worked decades ago. After all, it's not anymore. It's the age of alcohol prohibition."
This cynicism, and even the fight back, showed Lan Li's position.
In fact, if it weren’t because of the old school in the center, it’s the famous Woody Allen, and Renly knew that Woody and Stanley had a good relationship, and had introduced him once before; then, at this time Lan Li's words would not be so gentle.
Woody's face remained unchanged, still the same as if he was not awake, "Young people nowadays are always too impulsive, but when they hear a sentence, they just speculate, even whether the other party is good intentions or malicious. What. Everything has to do with me, everything has to do with discrimination. Just like Don Quixote, I can’t wait to raise my spear and do some dancing to show my muscles."
The chattering words seemed plain and unremarkable, but the ridicule and jokes in it were inadvertently revealed, the usual Woody style.
Lan Li didn't get angry, he squeezed the corner of his mouth, and then outlined a shallow arc, "People are always forgetful, don't they? Always forget that he was young."
Unlike Woody’s tirades, Lan Li only used a short sentence to complete the counterattack. It was obvious that the old artist couldn’t help but the look of laughter; the old tramp raised his eyes and looked at Lan Li and Woody paused back and forth, then continued to lower his eyes.
But Woody himself didn't have any special expressions, just the thick eyebrows like crayon shin-chan raised, and didn't say much.
The old artist looked at Lan Li with interest, "So, this is the little guy you are talking about? He doesn't look like it at all."
Woody shrugged noncommittal, his face still had an expression of disdain that didn't bother to take care of it, the old artist was not frustrated, and he cast a look at the old tramp on the opposite side, "What do you think? Why do I think this is like imagination The difference is too big."
The old homeless man's sight also fell on Lan Li, as if looking at the goods displayed in the window, the expression hidden behind the stubble was not clearly visible and could not be recognized.
The old artist was ignored by Woody and didn't get a response from the old tramp. He didn't mind. Even Lan Li's puzzled look was completely ignored, and he continued to act his one-man show. "He looks so real. He is too young, definitely less than twenty-five years old. If he is twenty years old, I also believe it. And I can be sure that his tutor must be very good, which is a very interesting thing. You say , If I directly ask him about his relationship with his parents, is it too personal?"
Lan Li is now full of question marks, and this incident has revealed a strange weirdness from beginning to end; are they targeting him, or did he accidentally hit the muzzle?
"I thought I couldn't see him today. Didn't you say that he doesn't work here anymore?" The old artist was still talking in confusing words, "Did you beat him beforehand?" Hello? So he came here specifically? So can we talk in depth now? However, I think his appearance does not meet the requirements, there is no need to talk about it. What do you think?"
The last sentence was said while looking at the old tramp.
Lan Li faintly felt that the "he" in the other party's mouth was referring to himself, but he was standing here. They were so publicly judged that it was really impolite. UU reading www.uukanshu. com feels bad, it can even be said to be bad.
"So, is it the wine list or the menu?" Lan Li directly ignored the long talk just now, and asked with a smile. For the nobles, automatically shielding those irrelevant words is their basic ability, alienation, alienation, or alienation.
The polite gentleman's manner, but faintly drew a boundary, and then piled up a transparent wall to widen the psychological distance between each other. I can't see, touch, or even tell the reason, but it really exists.
The old artist tilted his head, his eyes showed more interest, and he looked at Lan Li curiously, again.
Woody's attitude remained unchanged, and he interjected in a flat tone, "If you want to sit down, sit down now; if you want to leave, don't stand there and pretend. Those pretentious tricks seem to be too much. Clumsy. Those vulgar tactics of Hollywood, it's best to stay there and not bring them to New York. They are not welcome here."
The little old man's words have not been too much, but the ridicule and indifference in it are not diminished in the slightest.
Surprisingly, Lan Li did not refute, but 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 any hesitation. .
More importantly, Lanly didn't seem to be frustrated or furious, as if Woody's words just didn't have any effect on him. With his unhurried back and smiling profile face, there was no particular change in his footsteps.
Instead, the old artist laughed brilliantly, "This little guy is really interesting." ()
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George knew that he had a bad temper, but when faced with Lan Li, he felt that his temper was particularly bad. Blood pressure is always pushing the limit, "You don't even record the tracks you created, so how do you record the album? How do we enter the studio? This is so lazy! Too lazy!"
Seeing George jumping in a hurry, 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 in his twilight years. Inexplicable joy.
"My defense is: just three minutes ago, I haven't decided to record the album." Lan Li replied with an innocent expression on his face.
George glared at Lan Li, "You!" He only said one word, and then he became angry. He couldn't speak anymore. He could only stare at Lan Li and looked at Lan Li angrily, just like that. It is really uncomfortable to be stuck here, unable to go up, but also unable to come down.
Once upon a time, he was also a top producer who said nothing about it. Those big-name singers were so well-behaved in front of him that they didn’t dare to talk back. Now he is so speechless by a 21-year-old young man. Retreat. Years, always remind myself inadvertently, instead of regretting, it is better to start now, grasp every moment, and stop regretting it anymore.
George knew that if he missed the blue gift, he would regret it.
However, there are no steps, how can he get through? Can't just sit down, that would be too embarrassing!
At this moment, Neil came over and put a glass of lemonade in front of George. The tone in George's heart still didn't go down, his eyebrows were upside down, and he screamed, "What kind of dog/shit is this!"
Neil didn’t speak, but just looked at Renly who was sitting next to him with a smile. George turned his head and cast the laser beam of questioning. Lanly shrugged, “I’m just worried that if you continue like this, maybe It will explode. I think it’s better for us to avoid this situation as much as possible before the recording of the album is finished. What do you think?"
That understatement, but sharp taunting, made George choke for a while. If he was young, he would throw up the glass of lemonade. 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. The flushed cheeks just showed no signs of improvement, but the congestion of his head was relieved.
He angrily pushed the lemonade back again, "This is for the sissy drink, I am not interested." Then he raised the whiskey glass in his hand, hesitated, and put the glass back on the bar again. After all, there was no second cup.
After greeting the guests, Neil walked over again, neatly opened four bottles of beer with a screwdriver, placed them bottle by bottle, and then raised his chin at Lan Li and signaled, "Seat number seven."
Without saying much, he put the drunk beer glass aside, and Lan Li skillfully grabbed four bottles of beer with both hands and walked towards the location of the deck.
George looked at the back of Lan Li's departure, his eyes rounded again. Why was it like a thorn just now, but now he is so easy to talk? Lan Li is already a rising star in acting, and even received an Oscar nomination. Now he works as a waitress in a bar?
His eyes were filled with consternation, and he was dull but unable to vent, he could only look at Neil, and said angrily, "What! Bring me a glass of beer, what kind of smoky beer." All the anger was vented. On Neil.
Neil shrugged his shoulders innocently, turned his head resignedly and poured his beer.
"Welcome to Pioneer Village, your beer, can I help you?" Lan Li returned to his post as a bar waiter again with a smile.
There were three people sitting in the deck in front of them, an old pedant with messy hair, an old artist with Einstein's haircut, and a sloppy old tramp with a stubborn face. The old scholar sitting in the middle was talking about it, while the other two people listened intently. 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 other bottle was placed in the center, "Do you need a menu? Or do you need a wine list? There is still a while before dinner. We only provide some simple snacks, but you can heat a piece of pie at any time if you need it."
All three of them raised their heads at the same time, and the old scholar stopped talking.
The old artist sitting on the right took Lan Li seriously and said with a smile, "Why don't you sit down and share this bottle of beer with us?"
What is this...? It was really something that Lan Li hadn't expected.
Lan Li frowned slightly, with a polite smile on his face, and joked jokingly, "If this is your way to strike up a conversation, it would be too old-fashioned. I guess it worked decades ago. After all, it's not anymore. It's the age of alcohol prohibition."
This cynicism, and even the fight back, showed Lan Li's position.
In fact, if it weren’t because of the old school in the center, it’s the famous Woody Allen, and Renly knew that Woody and Stanley had a good relationship, and had introduced him once before; then, at this time Lan Li's words would not be so gentle.
Woody's face remained unchanged, still the same as if he was not awake, "Young people nowadays are always too impulsive, but when they hear a sentence, they just speculate, even whether the other party is good intentions or malicious. What. Everything has to do with me, everything has to do with discrimination. Just like Don Quixote, I can’t wait to raise my spear and do some dancing to show my muscles."
The chattering words seemed plain and unremarkable, but the ridicule and jokes in it were inadvertently revealed, the usual Woody style.
Lan Li didn't get angry, he squeezed the corner of his mouth, and then outlined a shallow arc, "People are always forgetful, don't they? Always forget that he was young."
Unlike Woody’s tirades, Lan Li only used a short sentence to complete the counterattack. It was obvious that the old artist couldn’t help but the look of laughter; the old tramp raised his eyes and looked at Lan Li and Woody paused back and forth, then continued to lower his eyes.
But Woody himself didn't have any special expressions, just the thick eyebrows like crayon shin-chan raised, and didn't say much.
The old artist looked at Lan Li with interest, "So, this is the little guy you are talking about? He doesn't look like it at all."
Woody shrugged noncommittal, his face still had an expression of disdain that didn't bother to take care of it, the old artist was not frustrated, and he cast a look at the old tramp on the opposite side, "What do you think? Why do I think this is like imagination The difference is too big."
The old homeless man's sight also fell on Lan Li, as if looking at the goods displayed in the window, the expression hidden behind the stubble was not clearly visible and could not be recognized.
The old artist was ignored by Woody and didn't get a response from the old tramp. He didn't mind. Even Lan Li's puzzled look was completely ignored, and he continued to act his one-man show. "He looks so real. He is too young, definitely less than twenty-five years old. If he is twenty years old, I also believe it. And I can be sure that his tutor must be very good, which is a very interesting thing. You say , If I directly ask him about his relationship with his parents, is it too personal?"
Lan Li is now full of question marks, and this incident has revealed a strange weirdness from beginning to end; are they targeting him, or did he accidentally hit the muzzle?
"I thought I couldn't see him today. Didn't you say that he doesn't work here anymore?" The old artist was still talking in confusing words, "Did you beat him beforehand?" Hello? So he came here specifically? So can we talk in depth now? However, I think his appearance does not meet the requirements, there is no need to talk about it. What do you think?"
The last sentence was said while looking at the old tramp.
Lan Li faintly felt that the "he" in the other party's mouth was referring to himself, but he was standing here. They were so publicly judged that it was really impolite. UU reading www.uukanshu. com feels bad, it can even be said to be bad.
"So, is it the wine list or the menu?" Lan Li directly ignored the long talk just now, and asked with a smile. For the nobles, automatically shielding those irrelevant words is their basic ability, alienation, alienation, or alienation.
The polite gentleman's manner, but faintly drew a boundary, and then piled up a transparent wall to widen the psychological distance between each other. I can't see, touch, or even tell the reason, but it really exists.
The old artist tilted his head, his eyes showed more interest, and he looked at Lan Li curiously, again.
Woody's attitude remained unchanged, and he interjected in a flat tone, "If you want to sit down, sit down now; if you want to leave, don't stand there and pretend. Those pretentious tricks seem to be too much. Clumsy. Those vulgar tactics of Hollywood, it's best to stay there and not bring them to New York. They are not welcome here."
The little old man's words have not been too much, but the ridicule and indifference in it are not diminished in the slightest.
Surprisingly, Lan Li did not refute, but 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 any hesitation. .
More importantly, Lanly didn't seem to be frustrated or furious, as if Woody's words just didn't have any effect on him. With his unhurried back and smiling profile face, there was no particular change in his footsteps.
Instead, the old artist laughed brilliantly, "This little guy is really interesting." ()
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George knew that he had a bad temper, but when faced with Lan Li, he felt that his temper was particularly bad. Blood pressure is always pushing the limit, "You don't even record the tracks you created, so how do you record the album? How do we enter the studio? This is so lazy! Too lazy!"Seeing George jumping in a hurry, 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 in his twilight years. Inexplicable joy."My defense is: just three minutes ago, I haven't decided to record the album." Lan Li replied with an innocent expression on his face.George glared at Lan Li, "You!" He only said one word, and then he became angry. He couldn't speak anymore. He could only stare at Lan Li and looked at Lan Li angrily, just like that. It is really uncomfortable to be stuck here, unable to go up, but also unable to come down.Once upon a time, he was also a top producer who said nothing about it. Those big-name singers were so well-behaved in front of him that they didn't dare to talk back. Now he is so speechless by a 21-year-old young man. Retreat. Years, always remind myself inadvertently, instead of regretting, it is better to start now, grasp every moment, and stop regretting it anymore.George knew that if he missed the blue gift, he would regret it.However, there are no steps, how can he get through? Can't just sit down, that would be too embarrassing!At this moment, Neil came over and put a glass of lemonade in front of George. The tone in George's heart still didn't go down, his eyebrows were upside down, and he screamed, "What kind of dog/shit is this!"Neil didn't speak, but just looked at Renly who was sitting next to him with a smile. George turned his head and cast the laser beam of questioning. Lanly shrugged, I'm just worried that if you continue like this, maybe It will explode. I think it's better for us to avoid this situation as much as possible before the recording of the album is finished. What do you think?"That understatement, but sharp taunting, made George choke for a while. If he was young, he would throw up the glass of lemonade. 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. The flushed cheeks just showed no signs of improvement, but the congestion of his head was relieved.He angrily pushed the lemonade back again, "This is for the sissy drink, I am not interested." Then he raised the whiskey glass in his hand, hesitated, and put the glass back on the bar again. After all, there was no second cup.After greeting the guests, Neil walked over again, neatly opened four bottles of beer with a screwdriver, placed them bottle by bottle, and then raised his chin at Lan Li and signaled, "Seat number seven."Without saying much, he put the drunk beer glass aside, and Lan Li skillfully grabbed four bottles of beer with both hands and walked towards the location of the deck.George looked at the back of Lan Li's departure, his eyes rounded again. Why was it like a thorn just now, but now he is so easy to talk? Lan Li is already a rising star in acting, and even received an Oscar nomination. Now he works as a waitress in a bar?His eyes were filled with consternation, and he was dull but unable to vent, he could only look at Neil, and said angrily, "What! Bring me a glass of beer, what kind of smoky beer." All the anger was vented. On Neil.Neil shrugged his shoulders innocently, turned his head resignedly and poured his beer."Welcome to Pioneer Village, your beer, can I help you?" Lan Li returned to his post as a bar waiter again with a smile.There were three people sitting in the deck in front of them, an old pedant with messy hair, an old artist with Einstein's haircut, and a sloppy old tramp with a stubborn face. The old scholar sitting in the middle was talking about it, while the other two people listened intently. 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 other bottle was placed in the center, "Do you need a menu? Or do you need a wine list? There is still a while before dinner. We only provide some simple snacks, but you can heat a piece of pie at any time if you need it."All three of them raised their heads at the same time, and the old scholar stopped talking.The old artist sitting on the right took Lan Li seriously and said with a smile, "Why don't you sit down and share this bottle of beer with us?"What is this...? It was really something that Lan Li hadn't expected.Lan Li frowned slightly, with a polite smile on his face, and joked jokingly, "If this is your way to strike up a conversation, it would be too old-fashioned. I guess it worked decades ago. After all, it's not anymore. It's the age of alcohol prohibition."This cynicism, and even the fight back, showed Lan Li's position.In fact, if it weren't because of the old school in the center, it's the famous Woody Allen, and Renly knew that Woody and Stanley had a good relationship, and had introduced him once before; then, at this time Lan Li's words would not be so gentle.Woody's face remained unchanged, still the same as if he was not awake, "Young people nowadays are always too impulsive, but when they hear a sentence, they just speculate, even whether the other party is good intentions or malicious. What. Everything has to do with me, everything has to do with discrimination. Just like Don Quixote, I can't wait to raise my spear and do some dancing to show my muscles."The chattering words seemed plain and unremarkable, but the ridicule and jokes in it were inadvertently revealed, the usual Woody style.Lan Li didn't get angry, he squeezed the corner of his mouth, and then outlined a shallow arc, "People are always forgetful, don't they? Always forget that he was young."Unlike Woody's tirades, Lan Li only used a short sentence to complete the counterattack. It was obvious that the old artist couldn't help but the look of laughter; the old tramp raised his eyes and looked at Lan Li and Woody paused back and forth, then continued to lower his eyes.But Woody himself didn't have any special expressions, just the thick eyebrows like crayon shin-chan raised, and didn't say much.The old artist looked at Lan Li with interest, "So, this is the little guy you are talking about? He doesn't look like it at all."Woody shrugged noncommittal, his face still had an expression of disdain that didn't bother to take care of it, the old artist was not frustrated, and he cast a look at the old tramp on the opposite side, "What do you think? Why do I think this is like imagination The difference is too big."The old homeless man's sight also fell on Lan Li, as if looking at the goods displayed in the window, the expression hidden behind the stubble was not clearly visible and could not be recognized.The old artist was ignored by Woody and didn't get a response from the old tramp. He didn't mind. Even Lan Li's puzzled look was completely ignored, and he continued to act his one-man show. "He looks so real. He is too young, definitely less than twenty-five years old. If he is twenty years old, I also believe it. And I can be sure that his tutor must be very good, which is a very interesting thing. You say , If I directly ask him about his relationship with his parents, is it too personal?"Lan Li is now full of question marks, and this incident has revealed a strange weirdness from beginning to end; are they targeting him, or did he accidentally hit the muzzle?"I thought I couldn't see him today. Didn't you say that he doesn't work here anymore?" The old artist was still talking in confusing words, "Did you beat him beforehand?" Hello? So he came here specifically? So can we talk in depth now? However, I think his appearance does not meet the requirements, there is no need to talk about it. What do you think?"The last sentence was said while looking at the old tramp.Lan Li faintly felt that the "he" in the other party's mouth was referring to himself, but he was standing here. They were so publicly judged that it was really impolite. UU reading www.uukanshu. com feels bad, it can even be said to be bad."So, is it the wine list or the menu?" Lan Li directly ignored the long talk just now, and asked with a smile. For the nobles, automatically shielding those irrelevant words is their basic ability, alienation, alienation, or alienation.The polite gentleman's manner, but faintly drew a boundary, and then piled up a transparent wall to widen the psychological distance between each other. I can't see, touch, or even tell the reason, but it really exists.The old artist tilted his head, his eyes showed more interest, and he looked at Lan Li curiously, again.Woody's attitude remained unchanged, and he interjected in a flat tone, "If you want to sit down, sit down now; if you want to leave, don't stand there and pretend. Those pretentious tricks seem to be too much. Clumsy. Those vulgar tactics of Hollywood, it's best to stay there and not bring them to New York. They are not welcome here."The little old man's words have not been too much, but the ridicule and indifference in it are not diminished in the slightest.Surprisingly, Lan Li did not refute, but 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 any hesitation. .More importantly, Lanly didn't seem to be frustrated or furious, as if Woody's words just didn't have any effect on him. With his unhurried back and smiling profile face, there was no particular change in his footsteps.Instead, the old artist laughed brilliantly, "This little guy is really interesting." Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Reading URL of Biquge Mobile Version:
