I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

   Chapter 585 583. The Little Match Girl

  28th, 8:40 p.m.

   After walking out of the airport in a low-key manner, physically and mentally exhausted, Lang Lang couldn't help pulling down his mask and let out a sigh of relief.

   After a day's flight, he was also tired and threw up.

   And, because of the jet lag, the long plane breaks filled his ears with discomfort.

   But after breathing the air belonging to the Celestial Dynasty, it still lifted his spirits a bit.

  But at this moment, the assistant reminded him:

   "Brother, a reporter is filming."

   "..."

  Lang Lang instinctively looked in the direction he indicated, and then quickly put on the mask:

"Walk."

  The two walked directly into the parking lot and found the commercial vehicle that came to pick them up.

  The driver asked politely:

   "Teacher Lang Lang, shall I take you home?"

   "No, go to the Peninsula Hotel."

"OK."

  The driver didn't ask any more questions, and started the car after the assistant who put the suitcase got in.

  In the car, Lang Lang leaned tiredly on the seat, as if planning to rest for a while.

   But immediately asked:

   "Where's the whiskey you bought at the airport? Did you forget?"

   "No, it's in my box."

   "Okay. After you get there in a while, you can just get off work, and then... book me a plane ticket for the day after tomorrow."

"OK."

  Lang Lang stopped talking, leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

   But not long after, his phone rang.

  He seemed really tired, he didn't even look at who the caller was, and connected the call with his eyes closed:

"Hello."

   "Did you get off the plane?"

   Gong Xinliang's voice sounded.

"Um."

  Lang Lang responded and heard his girlfriend ask:

   "Then what do you want to eat? I made ribs soup for you..."

   "Didn't I tell you that I won't go back for the time being. I have to see Lao Wang~"

   "... You see, it won't take long for him."

   "He has been shut down all day. There are so many news on the Internet, it must be uncomfortable. And Apple said that Wang Ying has packed up her things and left the old Wang's house... You don't have to wait for me, I won't go back tonight."

"why!"

  Hearing Lang Lang's decision, Gong Xinliang was annoyed:

   "How long has it been since I saw you!? Why don't you come to accompany me first when you come back, and you go to accompany him first?"

  Her tone was full of speechlessness and puzzlement.

   "I'm talking, how long do you plan to stay with me? Do you still need to stay with me all night? What about me!?"

   "..."

  Lang Lang said nothing.

   Just glanced at his assistant.

  Seeing the other party looking out the window without making a sound, he thought for a while and said:

   "Okay, let's do this first. I'll go home and find you tomorrow, so I hung up."

   Didn't explain why.

   Otherwise, the two of them will definitely quarrel on the phone.

   It would be okay if I was alone, but now there is a driver in the car.

  He will lose face.

   But less than ten seconds after the phone was hung up, Gong Xinliang called again.

   "..."

  Lang Lang was speechless, hung up the phone without even thinking about it.

  Then adjusted the phone to silent again, put it in his pocket and left it alone.

   Silent all the way.

   When he reached the entrance of the famous Peninsula Hotel in Shanghai by the Huangpu River, he and his assistant got out of the car at the same time.

  The assistant quickly took out three boxes from the suitcase:

   "Brother, this is whiskey, this is cigar...Can you do it? May I help you carry it?"

  Lang Lang shook his head, and put on a pair of gloves on his own.

  It doesn't matter the weight.

   Seeing this, the assistant thought for a while and said:

   "Then let me remove the two wooden boxes for you..."

   "No. That's fine, you can go, there are cars behind."

  The business car is parked at the concierge seat, and there is a Daben waiting in line behind it.

  Lang Lang directly took the three boxes, politely greeted Da Ben behind and expressed his apology, and then went straight into the hotel.

  Pharaoh Wang lived in the presidential suite here before he fell in love.

   It was because she fell in love with Wang Ying that she moved out of the hotel and started their "cohabitation career".

  He often comes to this place and is very familiar with it.

  Carrying the box all the way into the hotel, after pressing the floor in the elevator, he put down two bottles of wine and a box of cigars before taking out his phone.

   "?"

   "Pick up the phone!"

   "It's just a lovelorn, as for?"

   "Do you know how much I miss you? How many days have I not seen you?!"

   "I'm your girlfriend!"

   "I made ribs soup for you, are you not coming back?"

   "Then what should I do?!"

   "You answer the phone!"

   "Where are you! I'll be with you!"

   "?"

   "It's not for me that you came all this way, I can bear it! You're going to stay out at night now!? Don't you think it's too much!"

  Looking at the text messages, a trace of impatience flashed in Lang Lang's eyes.

  My buddy fell out of love, I came to comfort him.

   Is this a trivial matter?

  So many people on the Internet saw his jokes, don't you know how much he wants to save face?

   Don't you know how uncomfortable you feel?

  Why don’t you understand anything?

   You said you will go to Norway with me when you come back this time, isn’t that okay?

  What are you doing? One hair after another?

   Can't I be a little free?

  He read the text messages with eyes full of impatience, and there was no reply to one, but he turned around and found the numbers of Jay Chou and Xu Xin:

   "I went to the Peninsula Hotel to find Lao Wang."

   It was supposed to inform the two of them, but before the text message was sent, Gong Xinliang called again.

  He thought for a while, and connected the phone:

"Hello."

   "Lang Lang!!!"

   There was a scream on the other end of the phone:

   "You hang up on me!!!"

   "..."

  The high-pitched voice gave Lang Lang, whose ears were already uncomfortable, a headache.

   But at this moment the elevator door also opened.

   But instead of him arriving on the floor, other guests go upstairs.

  He took a step back, and after the two guests came in, he said:

   "Okay, go home tomorrow and tell me that I'm dead."

"you dare!"

   "...what are you doing!"

  Being so provoked by his girlfriend, Lang Lang is impatient now:

   "Is it over?! It's not over, is it?"

  Gong Xinliang didn't mention any reaction, but the two guests turned their heads and glanced at Lang Lang who was wearing a mask.

   Lang Lang suddenly felt even more humiliated.

   Then he heard his girlfriend say:

   "Send me the address, and I'll find you!"

"unnecessary."

   Lang Lang replied directly:

   "I'll go back tomorrow, that's all."

  He tried to maintain a restrained tone, but his eyes were full of impatience.

  Why don't you understand anything! ?

   After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly without giving Gong Xinliang a chance to reply.

   Then after the phone returned to the SMS interface, he sent the message to the two of them directly, and Gong Xinliang called again.

  Entangling endlessly.

   "...Hoo..."

  His breathing began to increase.

Then…

hang up.

   Shutdown.

   All of a sudden... the world is clean.

   Waiting for the two guests to arrive at the designated floor and leave, the elevator door is closed.

  He let out a long breath:

   "Hoo..."

"Ding."

  The elevator door on the top floor opened again, and he picked up the three boxes again, and walked towards the Presidential Suite where Wang Sicong lived.

   Reaching the door, he rang the bell.

   Soon, Guo Ping opened the door.

  After seeing Lang Lang, she quickly shouted:

"elder brother."

   "Well, what about him?"

   "...on the terrace."

   While talking, Guo Ping wanted to help him carry the three boxes in his hand.

   "No, you take three glasses and a bucket of ice cubes... Has he eaten yet?"

   "...No. It's been a day and I haven't eaten anything."

"And you?"

   "I...haven't eaten either."

   "..."

   Lang Lang was speechless.

   thought for a while, and said:

   "You go and get a bag of peanuts for us first, and then... just get something to eat. Let's eat together."

"OK."

  Guo Ping nodded quickly, while Lang Lang carried the three boxes and walked towards the sky terrace extending from the presidential suite.

  Through the wide and tall floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw Wang Sicong's back smoking on the recliner at a glance.

  So he opened the door and walked out.

   Without speaking, he went directly to another recliner chair, and then threw three boxes on Wang Sicong's stomach...

  Wang Sicong, who was staring at the night scene of Shanghai in a daze, was startled:

   "I am stupid!"

  Just about to scold the street, when he turned his head, he was stunned when he saw Lang Lang.

   "...?"

  His eyeballs were staring like a cow, and he looked at Lang Lang stupidly, as if he was looking at something strange.

  Lang Lang didn't speak, just took off the single coat that was a bit hot on his body, threw his shoes aside, lay down on the chair, and said:

   "The most expensive items at the airport in Norway are these two bottles of 25-year-old Macallan. Let's make do with them. The cigars are also bought at the airport. Davidoff, you can smoke them."

   "..."

  Wang Sicong was still in the enlightenment and didn't say a word.

   Seeing this, Lang Lang had to sit up straight again, and picked up the bag from his stomach.

   Pull out a wooden box with MACALLAN, 25 written on it.

  The box was opened, and under the light, the Macallan single malt whiskey, which was dark in color, was held in his hand.

   There was still an anti-counterfeiting label on the mouth of the bottle, so he didn't care, he just had to twist it with his hands.

  But the moment he was about to make a move, the half-lying young master quickly grabbed the bottle.

  Father, your hands are precious.

   Let me do it.

   Swipe the anti-counterfeit label with his fingernail, then he twisted and pulled it out.

   Put his nose to the mouth of the bottle and sniff.

   "It doesn't seem to be as strong as the 30-year-old drink we drank last time. It smells like burning coal."

   "Didn't I say it all, these two bottles are the best at the airport. I left in a hurry and didn't have time to ask my relationship to buy something good."

  Lang Lang shrugged, and took the cigar box from his stomach again.

   At this time, Apple also came over with a bucket of ice cubes and two glasses.

   "Apple, you can try it too. But I won't give you more to drink, just a glass, after drinking and eating, you go to bed."

   After Lang Lang finished speaking, Guo Ping glanced at Wang Sicong.

   Seeing that he didn't refuse, he breathed a sigh of relief and replied:

   "Okay...then I'll get the peanuts first?"

   "Yes, hurry up and get ready. Then... get some soup and water. I just got off the plane and don't want to eat too strong dishes."

"OK."

  While speaking, Wang Sicong had already poured a full glass of wine into a glass.

   "..."

   The corner of Lang Lang's mouth twitched...

  Guo Ping was the one who reacted faster than him.

   "Thank you Brother Cong."

   Picking up the large glass of wine, she held it in her hand and poured her thanks.

  Under Wang Sicong's speechless gaze, he quickly put three pieces of ice in each of their glasses.

  Whiskey with ice is different from drinking it neat.

   Must pay attention to balance.

  Otherwise, the taste will deteriorate and the aroma will not come out.

   Therefore, Wang Sicong also had to pour two cups according to the amount of one-third of the mouth of the cup.

  Guo Ping indirectly prevented Brother Cong from wanting to "take a sip of boredom" to drown his sorrows, and quickly took his full glass of wine, sipped it, and went to find peanuts for the two of them while sipping it.

   After she left, Lang Lang said with a smile:

   "I'm proud of Apple's cleverness. This bottle costs more than 10,000 in conversion. Do you want to be bored? How can you waste money so much?"

   While speaking, he handed over an aluminum cylinder.

  Wang Sicong, who thought clearly about the two of them, was stunned for a while... shaking his head amusingly.

   raised the cup.

"Ding."

  Leather, licorice, and the smell of burning firewood fill the mouth, producing a pleasant breath that sweeps the entire brain.

  Bloodshots appeared in Lang Lang's eyes.

   This is exhaustion released.

   Unscrewed the aluminum barrel, he couldn't wait to light the cigar, and leaned back on the recliner...

   "Hoo...comfortable."

  Wang Sicong turned his head and glanced at him, and asked:

   "Where is Gong Xinliang? How about warming your bed at home?"

   "I don't need her tonight, you come to keep me warm."

   "..."

  Wang Sicong was stunned for a moment, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

   Shaking the wine glass, the ice cubes collided with the glass wall, making crystal clear and crisp sounds.

   "Is everything over?"

   "No, I have to leave early in the morning the day after tomorrow."

   "Dining with that crown prince?"

   "No... that was pushed, this time I went to perform for the orphanage and raise money for charity."

   "..."

   The shaking cup paused slightly.

   Then handed it to Lang Lang.

   "... Take it easy, just these two bottles..."

"It's okay, I'll let Apple find it all the time. I remember who told me last time, which winery it was from? I got two bottles of 40-year-old at the auction. Let Apple ask and drink it directly You're all home, I don't care if you have enough wine?"

   "Thank you. I still want to live to see the sun tomorrow morning~"

"Ding."

  The two cups collided again.

   "Ha...uh."

   Lang Lang yawned.

   "Have you called your family? If you turn off the phone, in case your father can't find you..."

  "Apple told the family that I am here."

"…Um."

  Lang Lang didn't say anything, just started to pour the wine.

  Glanced at the swimming pool casually, and asked:

   "Are there still bugs?"

   "Less, not as disgusting as Xia Tian."

   "Then find me some swimming trunks, and I'll take a swim."

   "... still use swimming trunks? Don't you just go down with bare buttocks?"

   "..."

   Lang Lang was speechless.

  But Wang Sicong laughed.

   "After dinner in a while, let Apple retreat, and I'll call a few girls over. Let's swim comfortably..."

   "And make the headlines on the last page?"

  After the words fell, Lang Lang suddenly felt that what he said was wrong, so he said quickly:

   "Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

  Unexpectedly, Wang Sicong shook his head:

   "Not at all. I watched the excitement all afternoon, wanting to see if they could come up with something else. The result is nothing but fried rice over and over again... Have you seen it?"

   “… read a little bit, but not much.”

  Lang Lang shrugged, leaned on the recliner with a cigar in his mouth, and said to himself:

   "Just... the news this morning, the action of a group of reporters rushing to write the manuscript in the middle of the night, you let me?"

   "I have that ability?"

   "...Is that Lao Xu and Da Mi?"

"It should be. These two are fathers now, and they have the right to speak. They can ban whoever they say... My Weibo was deleted in 7 minutes on the map yesterday. They also banned us." Words of the hour..."

   "Don't know what's good..."

   "That can't be done, then we made a phone call... Da Mi threatened to give me two punches when she came back..."

   "Poof..."

  Lang Lang took a puff of cigarette so that it didn't reach his lungs.

  Looking at my friend’s face full of gloating:

   "Jie ha ha ha ha... you are dead."

   "..."

  The young master, who was also a little embarrassed on his face, was also a little uncomfortable in his eyes.

   But he is still reluctant:

   "Just kidding! What can I do? Isn't it just two punches? I'm afraid of her? I won't hurt her even if I let her suck!"

  Lang Lang agrees:

   "No wonder Lao Xu said that your mouth will definitely be burned into relics in the future."

   "..."

  Under Wang Sicong's wonderful and brave expression, he nodded:

   "It's really hard."

   As he spoke, he raised his cup:

   "Farewell, MIGO."

   "..."

  Unconsciously, Wang Sicong also had goosebumps.

   But he still squeezed his biceps hard:

   "Look at the muscles of my buddy, do you look like someone who can't be beaten?"

   "Ah yes yes yes yes."

  Lang Lang did not argue.

  Anyway, in his view of the world, he would never be surprised if he saw Old Xu appearing in front of him with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

  That **** can whip a wax rod like a whip...

Um.

  Your mouth is really hard.

   And at this moment, suddenly, there was another commotion behind the two of them.

  Lang Lang subconsciously turned his head away, then froze:

   "I am stupid!"

  Wearing a baseball cap, Jay Chou walked in with two boxes in his hand:

   "Why are you so surprised... Isn't it the message you sent?"

   "...?"

  Wang Sicong was stunned when he heard the movement, and turned to look at Jay Chou who walked in:

"you…?"

   "Where did you come from?"

   "Los Angeles. A 16-hour flight~"

   "..."

   "..."

  After hearing this, Wang Sicong and Lang Lang calculated the time in their hearts.

   Calculating jet lag is pointless.

   You only need to count forward according to this voyage.

  And Lang Lang reacted the fastest...

   "Direct? Is there a direct flight from Los Angeles to here?"

   "No. I was in transit in Xiamen. There happened to be a bus over there in the early morning, so I came back directly."

   "Are you done with work?"

   "No, I'll leave the day after tomorrow."

   "..."

   "..."

  The eyes of Wang Sicong and Lang Lang flickered.

   After he finished speaking, he looked at the wine on the table between the two:

   "Wow, is there such a tacit understanding?"

   Raised the box in his hand.

   Same Macallan 25 years...

  “…Duty-free store?”

   "That's right."

   "..."

   "..."

   Under the speechless eyes of the two, Jay Chou sat on the beach chair on the other side:

   "Hey, is there anything to eat, I haven't eaten yet."

   "...The three of us didn't eat it. Apples, order more."

   After Lang Lang finished speaking, he threw a cigar over.

  Dani walked over quickly, handed the cup to Jay Chou, and said:

   "Brother JAY, then Apple and I will go shopping for supper."

"good."

   Jay Chou responded, handed the cup to Wang Sicong, and began to open the cigars himself.

   While Wang Sicong was pouring the wine, Lang Lang said:

   "Hey, Da Mi said he will give him two punches when he comes back."

   "Wow, isn't he dead then?"

   "He just told me that he is not afraid."

   "..."

   Jay Chou was stunned for a moment, and after receiving the drink from Wang Sicong, he looked at his friend and asked:

   "Does your mouth have to be so hard? Are you... going to be burned into a relic?"

   "..."

   "Hahahahahahaha..."

  Amidst Lang Lang's wild laughter, Wang Sicong didn't have any intention of refuting.

  He just looked left and right with his wine glass...

   Wheels went to Los Angeles to dub movies, he knew that.

   And look at his long-suffering appearance... plus the schedule to rush back before finishing the work...

   After thinking for a while, he picked up the wine bottle again.

   Poured the wine to half a glass for himself.

   Did not speak.

   Just held out his hand.

  Three cups touched together.

it is more than words.

   Jay Chou and Lang Lang didn’t ask about the final result or anything else…

   If something happens to a friend, come here.

  Help if you need help, if not, let's have a drink together.

  Anyway, when I'm drunk, I don't think much about it.

  Hoo...

   A mouthful of spicy alcohol is about to come out.

  Suddenly, Wang Sicong was a little hungry.

  At this time, if Mother Yang can steam a flower roll, fry a tomato egg, and eat it with vegetable soup...

   That would be even more perfect.

  But he changed his mind... If he really saw her, he would have to be punched twice.

  It seems... better not to see.

   Not afraid of pain.

   But I was afraid that when Mama Yang hit her, it would be useless to use force, and it would be bad if she fractured her wrist or something.

Um.

right.

hey-hey…

  He was in a daze, thinking of this, a kind of... very strange smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

   Seeing this, Lang Lang said to Jay Chou:

   "I read in the book that before a person dies, there will be illusions in front of his eyes..."

   "Yes, that was my life of flying around."

   "His life is short, but he can still laugh... It doesn't look bad."

   "That's right."

   Jay Chou thinks so.

   "It's like that... the little match girl. Didn't she also strike one match after another before she died?"

"Eh?"

  Lang Lang was taken aback for a moment:

   "Isn't it a nuclear bomb?"

   "...?"

   Jay Chou was taken aback.

"What?"

   "Just before the little girl died, she pressed the button of the nuclear bomb, and the whole city saw her grandma that night..."

"Well…"

   Jay Chou opened his mouth, looking at his friend who started talking nonsense just after drinking...

  Nodding with admiration.

   After all, he is the top three piano artists in the world.

  The ability to interpret art and imagination...

  Strong.

  (end of this chapter)