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Look at Neil, who is full of excitement, look at Stanley who is full of smiles, and then look at the others who raised their hands in welcome.
The sense of reality grabbed Lan Li's ankle, pulled it down hard, and then hit the ground hard, shaking for a while. I paused for a moment, trying to find the right language, but found that the brain had a brief crash. Even if I was a human for two lives, all of this was too unthinkable.
An independent ballad with a different style? And it's still an independent ballad that didn't send a channel to promote it or shoot a music video? Or even a rookie single without any fan base? Don't forget, this is still a single without a signed record company and distribution company, and only relying on online distributors?
There are hundreds of singles like every day, countless, and the odds of finally making it into the billboard singles list are actually about the same as the possibility of a pie in the sky. The ranking is not important. It is an incredible feat to appear in any position in the top 100; even if it appears next week, it is just a flash of light, it is still a miracle-a miracle of independent folk songs.
Inadvertently inserting willows into Liu Chengyin, it was only a gift at the beginning, but it has reached its current position unknowingly. Life is really fun, isn't it?
Opening his mouth, Lan Li discovered for the first time that the language was actually quite pale, unable to express his feelings at the moment, so he couldn't help but laughed. Seeing Neil gently retract his jaw, his mixed mood couldn't find a suitable one. The description method, just skip it, everything is in the air, "...Does the two numbers on the cake represent the ranking of the single?"
Obviously, the carefully prepared cake was not for marriage proposal, but for celebration. The surfing statue should refer to Renly’s experience of learning surfing on the Gold Coast before. In other words, it is implying the real object of the surprise party; then, the special meaning of the two numbers is not difficult to guess.
"Yes!" Neil raised his chest high, raising his tune as if singing, and said with his throat, "Ninety-seven! This week, Cleopatra ranked 97th. name!"
Ninety-seven, almost no one pays attention to under 50, and it is the tail of the crane; but this is still the craziest thing since 2010, even the "Pacific War" and "Buried alive" cannot be compared.
"Ninety-seven!" Lan Li also raised his right hand aloft, showing a big smile, life is always full of surprises, no one will refuse surprises, right?
"Ho Ho Ho Ho!" Everyone in the audience raised their right hands one after another, joining the ranks of cheering and roaring.
"Tonight, all the drinks will be credited to my account!" Lan Li shouted again, which completely detonated all the enthusiasm in the audience. Everyone raised their beer and shouted, "Lan Li! Blue gift! Blue gift!"
Looking back, Lan Li saw Stanley's hesitant and unspoken appearance. He knew that this party was organized by Stanley for him. The drinks naturally did not require him to pay for it, but, "Stanley, this belongs to me." I have missed the previous part of the preparation, at least let me show the attitude of the host." Lan Li's words caused Stanley to pause for a moment, and finally smiled.
Stanley took the first half step, approached Lan Li’s ear, and said in a loud voice, "Don’t worry, I won’t open the bottle of whiskey."
Stanley has a precious bottle of whiskey. Dalmore's whiskey was brewed in 1942. It is a blend of four single malt whiskies that are distilled in different years and finally brewed. There are only twelve bottles in the world, and each bottle has its own uniqueness. name. Stanley's bottle is called Alexander Foreign Company, and its specific value is unreliable. For reference, the one available on the market is the Scottish Foreign Company, which is worth 58,000 U.S. dollars. It is said that the value of the Alexander Foreign Company has at least doubled.
This bottle of Alexander Foreign Company, in fact, no one has seen the true face, just heard Stanley say it. It is said that Stanley kept it until it was opened on a special occasion. Everyone in the pioneer village always liked to joke about this bottle of Alexandria Whisky.
"Haha." Lan Li deliberately twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a disappointed expression, "This breaks my heart." Stanley also burst into laughter.
A glass of beer was passed up from behind, Lan Li walked forward, took it, and then lifted it up high, joined the crowd, and then drank it with a sigh of relief. The cold beer slid down his throat. People couldn't help but let out an exclamation sound from the stomach, Lan Li raised the wine glass aloft and clasped it on his head.
Everyone in the room hit the table to booze, and the atmosphere on the scene reached a climax at this moment.
In Lan Li’s apartment, a party that does not belong to him is going on; in the pioneer village, a party exclusively for Lan Li is also going on.
"Guys, folks!" Janice's voice came from the stereo, and the boiling crowd finally calmed down a bit, "Who wants to hear today's protagonist sing that single that conquered the bulletin board?"
A word immediately caused the audience to shout again in unison, "Lan Li! Lan Li! Lan Li!"
Seeing Lan Li’s helpless expression, Janice continued to tease, "Neil’s singing just now was terrible. I don’t want this to be my only impression of Cleopatra. You have to wash my ears. ."
Neil, who was standing next to him, didn’t mind at all, and he even nodded, “That’s right, I’ve gone horribly out of sound just now. You need to clarify the facts, otherwise this single will fall into the pit.
"Puff", the audience burst into laughter.
Lan Li didn't squeeze, put down the beer glass, and looked around, "Where's the guitar?" Someone next to him handed the guitar over, and everyone else walked down, leaving the stage for Lan Li.
Party, this has just begun.
It was a crazy night. Pioneer Village was closed for one night and held a private party. Only guests who got a private invitation can enter. Let go of all the burdens and simply enjoy alcohol, music, friends and the night, on a Tuesday night.
"Lan Li, come here." Stanley interrupted the arguing with an old guy about "Is Nirvana better or Pearl Sauce even greater" Blue Li, "There is a special guest to introduce to you."
Lan Li said with a serious face, "Believe me, Kurt-Cobain is a peerless genius, but the greatness of pearl sauce is a whole!" Seeing that the other party wanted to argue, Lan Li didn't. Paying attention to it again, following Stanley's footsteps, he walked away, followed by the unyielding shout, "The Spitfire! So you mean the Spitfire is not good enough?"
Nirvana Band ended his life after Kurt, the remaining team formed the Spitfire Band, becoming one of the most important rock bands in the past fifteen years.
However, these disputes were all left behind. Lan Li and Stanley came to a small table next to the bar. The small round table is a typical Parisian model. It only allows two people to sit face to face with their knees touching their knees, but this small and crowded style is It is the true flavor of Paris.
A gray-haired old man curled up in the corner. The thin skeleton was almost submerged in darkness, only the light reflected by the glasses could be vaguely seen.
"Hey, Woody." Stanley greeted familiarly, "This is Lan Li. I play a good piano. It's not a textbook-style piano, but a piano that really blends into music." Stanley never Be stingy with your praise, this time is no exception.
"I can hear it. His guitar is also very flavorful." The old man mumbled and mumbled. The pure New York accent was especially familiar.
"If you have a chance in the future, maybe you can board the stage together and have a show." Stanley said readily, not flattering, more ridicule between friends, with a hint of expectation.
The old man shrugged, noncommittal, as if he was not very interested in this proposal. He raised his head and cast his sight at Lan Li for the first time, but he did not look rudely, his gaze stayed on Lan Li’s face, and he agreed. He looked at it seriously and seemed to be thinking about the look in Lan Li's eyes.
Lan Li finally saw the old man’s face, wrinkled cheeks with a scent of books, and the black round glasses enhanced this temperament. A silver-white hair was combed to the side in a random and messy manner. Showing a full and smooth forehead, his slightly listless eyes revealed a sense of loftiness and pride, with an inaccessible alienation.
"Len Li-Hall, you mean?" the little old man asked in a loud voice.
Lan Li pursed his mouth, then said with a light smile, "Who is asking?"
Such a counter-attack answer also has an arrogance that cannot be ignored, but it is different from the little old man’s picky and sharp questioning method ~www.novelhall.com~Lonley’s standard London accent has a noble life precipitated Be polite and cool, while maintaining etiquette, draw the boundaries orderly.
The former are literati, and the latter are nobles. The essence is different.
The little old man chuckled lightly, his faint breath revealed his disdain and repulsion, and he didn't care about Lan Li's gentle and noble attitude. Obviously, the nobility had no influence on him. However, his eyes flickered slightly, seeming to be a little surprised. He would encounter such a pure London voice here, "You little guy, it's interesting."
Then, the little old man stood up and nodded to Lan Li, "If there is a performance next time, remember to notify me." Then he patted Stanley's arm, "Then I'll go first, it's time for me to go to bed. Time."
"Sleep well." Stanley didn't mind, patted the little old man casually, and watched him leave. Then turned around and looked at Lan Li, "It seems that you have one more audience."
"Yes, big-name listeners." Lan Li nodded meaningfully. Woody Allen, even if it is put in Hollywood, is still the top and largest brand, let alone the three-pointed acre in Greenwich Village?
Withdrawing his gaze, Lan Li raised his voice again to Stanley and said, "How about a round of tequila?" Then, he shouted, "Neil! Neil? A round of tequila!"
When he stepped to the bar, Neil had already set up a row of tequila, with lemon and salt ready in his hand, Lan Li took the lemon, and started at a high end. Neil also picked up his glass of tequila. He shouted, "Next, the first fifty." Those eyes were full of shining expectations.
Lan Li also showed a big smile, "Then let us wait and see! For a drive on Hudson!" Then, he raised his head and did it all!
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Look at Neil, who is full of excitement, look at Stanley who is full of smiles, and then look at the others who raised their hands in welcome.
The sense of reality grabbed Lan Li's ankle, pulled it down hard, and then hit the ground hard, shaking for a while. I paused for a moment, trying to find the right language, but found that the brain had a brief crash. Even if I was a human for two lives, all of this was too unthinkable.
An independent ballad with a different style? And it's still an independent ballad that didn't send a channel to promote it or shoot a music video? Or even a rookie single without any fan base? Don't forget, this is still a single without a signed record company and distribution company, and only relying on online distributors?
There are hundreds of singles like every day, countless, and the odds of finally making it into the billboard singles list are actually about the same as the possibility of a pie in the sky. The ranking is not important. It is an incredible feat to appear in any position in the top 100; even if it appears next week, it is just a flash of light, it is still a miracle-a miracle of independent folk songs.
Inadvertently inserting willows into Liu Chengyin, it was only a gift at the beginning, but it has reached its current position unknowingly. Life is really fun, isn't it?
Opening his mouth, Lan Li discovered for the first time that the language was actually quite pale, unable to express his feelings at the moment, so he couldn't help but laughed. Seeing Neil gently retract his jaw, his mixed mood couldn't find a suitable one. The description method, just skip it, everything is in the air, "...Does the two numbers on the cake represent the ranking of the single?"
Obviously, the carefully prepared cake was not for marriage proposal, but for celebration. The surfing statue should refer to Renly’s experience of learning surfing on the Gold Coast before. In other words, it is implying the real object of the surprise party; then, the special meaning of the two numbers is not difficult to guess.
"Yes!" Neil raised his chest high, raising his tune as if singing, and said with his throat, "Ninety-seven! This week, Cleopatra ranked 97th. name!"
Ninety-seven, almost no one pays attention to under 50, and it is the tail of the crane; but this is still the craziest thing since 2010, even the "Pacific War" and "Buried alive" cannot be compared.
"Ninety-seven!" Lan Li also raised his right hand aloft, showing a big smile, life is always full of surprises, no one will refuse surprises, right?
"Ho Ho Ho Ho!" Everyone in the audience raised their right hands one after another, joining the ranks of cheering and roaring.
"Tonight, all the drinks will be credited to my account!" Lan Li shouted again, which completely detonated all the enthusiasm in the audience. Everyone raised their beer and shouted, "Lan Li! Blue gift! Blue gift!"
Looking back, Lan Li saw Stanley's hesitant and unspoken appearance. He knew that this party was organized by Stanley for him. The drinks naturally did not require him to pay for it, but, "Stanley, this belongs to me." I have missed the previous part of the preparation, at least let me show the attitude of the host." Lan Li's words caused Stanley to pause for a moment, and finally smiled.
Stanley took the first half step, approached Lan Li’s ear, and said in a loud voice, "Don’t worry, I won’t open the bottle of whiskey."
Stanley has a precious bottle of whiskey. Dalmore's whiskey was brewed in 1942. It is a blend of four single malt whiskies that are distilled in different years and finally brewed. There are only twelve bottles in the world, and each bottle has its own uniqueness. name. Stanley's bottle is called Alexander Foreign Company, and its specific value is unreliable. For reference, the one available on the market is the Scottish Foreign Company, which is worth 58,000 U.S. dollars. It is said that the value of the Alexander Foreign Company has at least doubled.
This bottle of Alexander Foreign Company, in fact, no one has seen the true face, just heard Stanley say it. It is said that Stanley kept it until it was opened on a special occasion. Everyone in the pioneer village always liked to joke about this bottle of Alexandria Whisky.
"Haha." Lan Li deliberately twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a disappointed expression, "This breaks my heart." Stanley also burst into laughter.
A glass of beer was passed up from behind, Lan Li walked forward, took it, and then lifted it up high, joined the crowd, and then drank it with a sigh of relief. The cold beer slid down his throat. People couldn't help but let out an exclamation sound from the stomach, Lan Li raised the wine glass aloft and clasped it on his head.
Everyone in the room hit the table to booze, and the atmosphere on the scene reached a climax at this moment.
In Lan Li’s apartment, a party that does not belong to him is going on; in the pioneer village, a party exclusively for Lan Li is also going on.
"Guys, folks!" Janice's voice came from the stereo, and the boiling crowd finally calmed down a bit, "Who wants to hear today's protagonist sing that single that conquered the bulletin board?"
A word immediately caused the audience to shout again in unison, "Lan Li! Lan Li! Lan Li!"
Seeing Lan Li’s helpless expression, Janice continued to tease, "Neil’s singing just now was terrible. I don’t want this to be my only impression of Cleopatra. You have to wash my ears. ."
Neil, who was standing next to him, didn’t mind at all, and he even nodded, “That’s right, I’ve gone horribly out of sound just now. You need to clarify the facts, otherwise this single will fall into the pit.
"Puff", the audience burst into laughter.
Lan Li didn't squeeze, put down the beer glass, and looked around, "Where's the guitar?" Someone next to him handed the guitar over, and everyone else walked down, leaving the stage for Lan Li.
Party, this has just begun.
It was a crazy night. Pioneer Village was closed for one night and held a private party. Only guests who got a private invitation can enter. Let go of all the burdens and simply enjoy alcohol, music, friends and the night, on a Tuesday night.
"Lan Li, come here." Stanley interrupted the arguing with an old guy about "Is Nirvana better or Pearl Sauce even greater" Blue Li, "There is a special guest to introduce to you."
Lan Li said with a serious face, "Believe me, Kurt-Cobain is a peerless genius, but the greatness of pearl sauce is a whole!" Seeing that the other party wanted to argue, Lan Li didn't. Paying attention to it again, following Stanley's footsteps, he walked away, followed by the unyielding shout, "The Spitfire! So you mean the Spitfire is not good enough?"
Nirvana Band ended his life after Kurt, the remaining team formed the Spitfire Band, becoming one of the most important rock bands in the past fifteen years.
However, these disputes were all left behind. Lan Li and Stanley came to a small table next to the bar. The small round table is a typical Parisian model. It only allows two people to sit face to face with their knees touching their knees, but this small and crowded style is It is the true flavor of Paris.
A gray-haired old man curled up in the corner. The thin skeleton was almost submerged in darkness, only the light reflected by the glasses could be vaguely seen.
"Hey, Woody." Stanley greeted familiarly, "This is Lan Li. I play a good piano. It's not a textbook-style piano, but a piano that really blends into music." Stanley never Be stingy with your praise, this time is no exception.
"I can hear it. His guitar is also very flavorful." The old man mumbled and mumbled. The pure New York accent was especially familiar.
"If you have a chance in the future, maybe you can board the stage together and have a show." Stanley said readily, not flattering, more ridicule between friends, with a hint of expectation.
The old man shrugged, noncommittal, as if he was not very interested in this proposal. He raised his head and cast his sight at Lan Li for the first time, but he did not look rudely, his gaze stayed on Lan Li’s face, and he agreed. He looked at it seriously and seemed to be thinking about the look in Lan Li's eyes.
Lan Li finally saw the old man’s face, wrinkled cheeks with a scent of books, and the black round glasses enhanced this temperament. A silver-white hair was combed to the side in a random and messy manner. Showing a full and smooth forehead, his slightly listless eyes revealed a sense of loftiness and pride, with an inaccessible alienation.
"Len Li-Hall, you mean?" the little old man asked in a loud voice.
Lan Li pursed his mouth, then said with a light smile, "Who is asking?"
Such a counter-attack answer also has an arrogance that cannot be ignored, but it is different from the little old man’s picky and sharp questioning method ~www.novelhall.com~Lonley’s standard London accent has a noble life precipitated Be polite and cool, while maintaining etiquette, draw the boundaries orderly.
The former are literati, and the latter are nobles. The essence is different.
The little old man chuckled lightly, his faint breath revealed his disdain and repulsion, and he didn't care about Lan Li's gentle and noble attitude. Obviously, the nobility had no influence on him. However, his eyes flickered slightly, seeming to be a little surprised. He would encounter such a pure London voice here, "You little guy, it's interesting."
Then, the little old man stood up and nodded to Lan Li, "If there is a performance next time, remember to notify me." Then he patted Stanley's arm, "Then I'll go first, it's time for me to go to bed. Time."
"Sleep well." Stanley didn't mind, patted the little old man casually, and watched him leave. Then turned around and looked at Lan Li, "It seems that you have one more audience."
"Yes, big-name listeners." Lan Li nodded meaningfully. Woody Allen, even if it is put in Hollywood, is still the top and largest brand, let alone the three-pointed acre in Greenwich Village?
Withdrawing his gaze, Lan Li raised his voice again to Stanley and said, "How about a round of tequila?" Then, he shouted, "Neil! Neil? A round of tequila!"
When he stepped to the bar, Neil had already set up a row of tequila, with lemon and salt ready in his hand, Lan Li took the lemon, and started at a high end. Neil also picked up his glass of tequila. He shouted, "Next, the first fifty." Those eyes were full of shining expectations.
Lan Li also showed a big smile, "Then let us wait and see! For a drive on Hudson!" Then, he raised his head and did it all!
Look at Neil, who is full of excitement, look at Stanley who is full of smiles, and then look at the others who raised their hands in welcome.The sense of reality grabbed Lan Li's ankle, pulled it down hard, and then hit the ground hard, shaking for a while. I paused for a moment, trying to find the right language, but found that the brain had a brief crash. Even if I was a human for two lives, all of this was too unthinkable.An independent ballad with a different style? And it's still an independent ballad that didn't send a channel to promote it or shoot a music video? Or even a rookie single without any fan base? Don't forget, this is still a single without a signed record company and distribution company, and only relying on online distributors?There are hundreds of singles like every day, countless, and the odds of finally making it into the billboard singles list are actually about the same as the possibility of a pie in the sky. The ranking is not important. It is an incredible feat to appear in any position in the top 100; even if it appears next week, it is just a flash of light, it is still a miracle-a miracle of independent folk songs.Inadvertently inserting willows into Liu Chengyin, it was only a gift at the beginning, but it has reached its current position unknowingly. Life is really fun, isn't it?Opening his mouth, Lan Li discovered for the first time that the language was actually quite pale, unable to express his feelings at the moment, so he couldn't help but laughed. Seeing Neil gently retract his jaw, his mixed mood couldn't find a suitable one. The description method, just skip it, everything is in the air, "...Does the two numbers on the cake represent the ranking of the single?"Obviously, the carefully prepared cake was not for marriage proposal, but for celebration. The surfing statue should refer to Renly's experience of learning surfing on the Gold Coast before. In other words, it is implying the real object of the surprise party; then, the special meaning of the two numbers is not difficult to guess."Yes!" Neil raised his chest high, raising his tune as if singing, and said with his throat, "Ninety-seven! This week, Cleopatra ranked 97th. name!"Ninety-seven, almost no one pays attention to under 50, and it is the tail of the crane; but this is still the craziest thing since 2010, even the "Pacific War" and "Buried alive" cannot be compared."Ninety-seven!" Lan Li also raised his right hand aloft, showing a big smile, life is always full of surprises, no one will refuse surprises, right?"Ho Ho Ho Ho!" Everyone in the audience raised their right hands one after another, joining the ranks of cheering and roaring."Tonight, all the drinks will be credited to my account!" Lan Li shouted again, which completely detonated all the enthusiasm in the audience. Everyone raised their beer and shouted, "Lan Li! Blue gift! Blue gift!"Looking back, Lan Li saw Stanley's hesitant and unspoken appearance. He knew that this party was organized by Stanley for him. The drinks naturally did not require him to pay for it, but, "Stanley, this belongs to me." I have missed the previous part of the preparation, at least let me show the attitude of the host." Lan Li's words caused Stanley to pause for a moment, and finally smiled.Stanley took the first half step, approached Lan Li's ear, and said in a loud voice, "Don't worry, I won't open the bottle of whiskey."Stanley has a precious bottle of whiskey. Dalmore's whiskey was brewed in 1942. It is a blend of four single malt whiskies that are distilled in different years and finally brewed. There are only twelve bottles in the world, and each bottle has its own uniqueness. name. Stanley's bottle is called Alexander Foreign Company, and its specific value is unreliable. For reference, the one available on the market is the Scottish Foreign Company, which is worth 58,000 U.S. dollars. It is said that the value of the Alexander Foreign Company has at least doubled.This bottle of Alexander Foreign Company, in fact, no one has seen the true face, just heard Stanley say it. It is said that Stanley kept it until it was opened on a special occasion. Everyone in the pioneer village always liked to joke about this bottle of Alexandria Whisky."Haha." Lan Li deliberately twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a disappointed expression, "This breaks my heart." Stanley also burst into laughter.A glass of beer was passed up from behind, Lan Li walked forward, took it, and then lifted it up high, joined the crowd, and then drank it with a sigh of relief. The cold beer slid down his throat. People couldn't help but let out an exclamation sound from the stomach, Lan Li raised the wine glass aloft and clasped it on his head.Everyone in the room hit the table to booze, and the atmosphere on the scene reached a climax at this moment.In Lan Li's apartment, a party that does not belong to him is going on; in the pioneer village, a party exclusively for Lan Li is also going on."Guys, folks!" Janice's voice came from the stereo, and the boiling crowd finally calmed down a bit, "Who wants to hear today's protagonist sing that single that conquered the bulletin board?"A word immediately caused the audience to shout again in unison, "Lan Li! Lan Li! Lan Li!"Seeing Lan Li's helpless expression, Janice continued to tease, "Neil's singing just now was terrible. I don't want this to be my only impression of Cleopatra. You have to wash my ears. ."Neil, who was standing next to him, didn't mind at all, and he even nodded, That's right, I've gone horribly out of sound just now. You need to clarify the facts, otherwise this single will fall into the pit."Puff", the audience burst into laughter.Lan Li didn't squeeze, put down the beer glass, and looked around, "Where's the guitar?" Someone next to him handed the guitar over, and everyone else walked down, leaving the stage for Lan Li.Party, this has just begun.It was a crazy night. Pioneer Village was closed for one night and held a private party. Only guests who got a private invitation can enter. Let go of all the burdens and simply enjoy alcohol, music, friends and the night, on a Tuesday night."Lan Li, come here." Stanley interrupted the arguing with an old guy about "Is Nirvana better or Pearl Sauce even greater" Blue Li, "There is a special guest to introduce to you."Lan Li said with a serious face, "Believe me, Kurt-Cobain is a peerless genius, but the greatness of pearl sauce is a whole!" Seeing that the other party wanted to argue, Lan Li didn't. Paying attention to it again, following Stanley's footsteps, he walked away, followed by the unyielding shout, "The Spitfire! So you mean the Spitfire is not good enough?"Nirvana Band ended his life after Kurt, the remaining team formed the Spitfire Band, becoming one of the most important rock bands in the past fifteen years.However, these disputes were all left behind. Lan Li and Stanley came to a small table next to the bar. The small round table is a typical Parisian model. It only allows two people to sit face to face with their knees touching their knees, but this small and crowded style is It is the true flavor of Paris.A gray-haired old man curled up in the corner. The thin skeleton was almost submerged in darkness, only the light reflected by the glasses could be vaguely seen."Hey, Woody." Stanley greeted familiarly, "This is Lan Li. I play a good piano. It's not a textbook-style piano, but a piano that really blends into music." Stanley never Be stingy with your praise, this time is no exception."I can hear it. His guitar is also very flavorful." The old man mumbled and mumbled. The pure New York accent was especially familiar."If you have a chance in the future, maybe you can board the stage together and have a show." Stanley said readily, not flattering, more ridicule between friends, with a hint of expectation.The old man shrugged, noncommittal, as if he was not very interested in this proposal. He raised his head and cast his sight at Lan Li for the first time, but he did not look rudely, his gaze stayed on Lan Li's face, and he agreed. He looked at it seriously and seemed to be thinking about the look in Lan Li's eyes.Lan Li finally saw the old man's face, wrinkled cheeks with a scent of books, and the black round glasses enhanced this temperament. A silver-white hair was combed to the side in a random and messy manner. Showing a full and smooth forehead, his slightly listless eyes revealed a sense of loftiness and pride, with an inaccessible alienation."Len Li-Hall, you mean?" the little old man asked in a loud voice.Lan Li pursed his mouth, then said with a light smile, "Who is asking?"Such a counter-attack answer also has an arrogance that cannot be ignored, but it is different from the little old man's picky and sharp questioning method ~www.novelhall.com~Lonley's standard London accent has a noble life precipitated Be polite and cool, while maintaining etiquette, draw the boundaries orderly.The former are literati, and the latter are nobles. The essence is different.The little old man chuckled lightly, his faint breath revealed his disdain and repulsion, and he didn't care about Lan Li's gentle and noble attitude. Obviously, the nobility had no influence on him. However, his eyes flickered slightly, seeming to be a little surprised. He would encounter such a pure London voice here, "You little guy, it's interesting."Then, the little old man stood up and nodded to Lan Li, "If there is a performance next time, remember to notify me." Then he patted Stanley's arm, "Then I'll go first, it's time for me to go to bed. Time.""Sleep well." Stanley didn't mind, patted the little old man casually, and watched him leave. Then turned around and looked at Lan Li, "It seems that you have one more audience.""Yes, big-name listeners." Lan Li nodded meaningfully. Woody Allen, even if it is put in Hollywood, is still the top and largest brand, let alone the three-pointed acre in Greenwich Village?Withdrawing his gaze, Lan Li raised his voice again to Stanley and said, "How about a round of tequila?" Then, he shouted, "Neil! Neil? A round of tequila!"When he stepped to the bar, Neil had already set up a row of tequila, with lemon and salt ready in his hand, Lan Li took the lemon, and started at a high end. Neil also picked up his glass of tequila. He shouted, "Next, the first fifty." Those eyes were full of shining expectations.Lan Li also showed a big smile, "Then let us wait and see! For a drive on Hudson!" Then, he raised his head and did it all!
