I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 585 583. The little match girl

28th, 8:40 pm.

After Lang Lang, who was physically and mentally exhausted, walked out of the airport in a low-key manner, he couldn't help but pull down his mask and let out a sigh of relief.

After a day's flight, he was tired and vomited.

Moreover, due to jet lag, resting on the plane for a long time made his ears full of discomfort.

But after breathing the air that belonged to the Celestial Empire, his spirits were lifted a bit.

But at this moment, the assistant reminded him:

"Brother, there are reporters filming."

"..."

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

"Walk."

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

The driver asked politely:

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

"No, go to the Peninsula Hotel."

"OK."

The driver didn't ask any questions. After the assistant who put the suitcase got in, he started the car.

In the car, Lang Lang leaned on the seat tiredly, seemingly planning to take a rest.

But he immediately asked:

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

"No, it's in my box."

"Okay. When you get there in a while, you can just get off work, and then...book me a flight back for the day after tomorrow."

"OK."

Lang Lang stopped talking and leaned back on his seat with his eyes closed to relax.

But not long after, his phone rang.

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

"Hello."

"You got off the plane?"

Gong Xinliang's voice sounded.

"Um."

Lang Lang responded and then heard his girlfriend ask:

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

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

"...Look, it won't take him long."

"He has been shut down all day. It must be uncomfortable with so much news on the Internet. And Apple said that Wang Ying has packed her things and left Lao 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 last saw you!? If you don't come with me first when you come back, why don't you go with him first?"

Her tone was full of speechlessness and confusion.

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

"..."

Lang Lang remained silent.

He just glanced at his assistant.

After seeing the other party looking out the window without saying a word, he thought for a while and said:

"Okay, let's do this for now. I'll see you when I go home tomorrow. I'll hang up."

Didn't explain why.

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

Normally it would be fine if I was alone, but now there was a driver in the car.

He would be very embarrassed.

But within ten seconds of hanging up the phone, Gong Xinliang called again.

"..."

Lang Lang was speechless and hung up the phone without thinking.

Then he turned his cell phone to silent, put it in his pocket and ignored it.

There was silence all the way.

When they arrived at the entrance of the famous Peninsula Hotel on 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? Can I help you carry it up?"

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

The weight doesn't matter.

Seeing this, the assistant thought for a moment and then said:

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

"No. Okay, let's go. There's a car behind us."

The business car was parked in a concierge seat, and there was a Mercedes waiting in line behind it.

Lang Lang directly took the three boxes, politely said hello to Da Ben behind him and expressed his apology, and then walked directly into the hotel.

Before Lao Wang fell in love, he lived in the presidential suite here.

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

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

He carried the box all the way into the hotel. After pressing the floor button in the elevator, he put down two bottles of wine and a box of cigars, and then took out his mobile phone.

"?"

"Answer the phone!"

"It's just a broken love, what's the big deal?"

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

"I'm your girlfriend!"

"I cooked pork rib soup for you, but you won't come back?"

"Then what should I do?!"

"You answer the phone!!"

"Where are you! I'm with you!"

"?"

"You didn't come all this way just for me, I couldn't bear it! Now you want to stay up all night!? Don't you think it's too much!"

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

My buddy is in love, and I'm here to comfort him.

Is this a trivial matter?

There are so many people on the Internet laughing at him, 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?

I told you that you will go to Norway with me when you come back this time, okay?

What are you doing? Hair after hair?

Can't I be a little free?

He read the text messages impatiently, but did not reply to any of them. Instead, he turned around and found the numbers of Jay Chou and Xu Xin:

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

Originally, I wanted to notify the two of them, but before the text message was sent, Gong Xinliang called again.

He thought for a while and answered the phone:

"Hello."

"Langlang!!!!!!"

A scream came from the other end of the phone:

"Hang up the phone on me!!!!"

"..."

The sharp sound gave Lang Lang, who was already uncomfortable with his ears, a headache.

But now the elevator door also opened.

But instead of him reaching the floor, other guests went upstairs.

He took a step back and waited for the two guests to come in before saying:

"Okay, I'll tell you when I go home tomorrow that I'm done."

"you dare!"

"...What are you going to do!"

Being so excited by his girlfriend, Lang Lang became impatient now:

"Is it over yet?! It's not over yet, right?"

Regardless of Gong Xinliang's reaction, the two guests turned their heads and glanced at Lang Lang, who was wearing a mask.

Lang Lang suddenly felt even more embarrassed.

Then he heard his girlfriend say:

"Send me your address and I'll find you!"

"unnecessary."

Lang Lang replied directly:

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

He tried his best to keep his tone controlled, but his eyes were full of impatience.

Why don’t you understand anything? ?

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly without giving Gong Xinliang any chance to reply.

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

Incessant entanglement.

"……call……"

His breathing started to get heavier.

Then……

hang up.

Shut down.

Suddenly...the world became pure.

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

He let out a long breath:

"call……"

"Ding."

When the elevator door reached the top floor, it opened again. He picked up the three boxes again and walked towards the presidential suite where Wang Sicong lived.

Arriving at the door, he rang the doorbell.

Soon, Guo Ping opened the door.

After seeing Lang Lang, she quickly shouted:

"elder brother."

"Well, where is he?"

"...It's on the terrace."

While talking, Guo Ping helped him carry the three boxes in his hand.

"No, you get three glasses, a bucket of ice cubes...has he eaten?"

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

"And you?"

"I... didn't eat either."

"..."

Lang Lang was speechless.

After thinking for a while, he said:

"You go and get us a bag of peanuts first, and then... just grab some food. Let's eat some together."

"OK."

Guo Ping nodded quickly, while Lang Lang carried the three boxes and walked directly towards the extended sky terrace of the presidential suite.

Through the wide and high floor-to-ceiling windows, he could immediately see Wang Sicong's back smoking on the recliner.

So he just opened the door and walked out.

Without saying a word, he went directly to another reclining chair, and then threw three boxes on Wang Sicong's stomach...

Wang Sicong, who was looking at the night view of Shanghai in a daze, was startled:

"Idiot!"

Just when he was about to curse, he turned his head and froze when he saw Lang Lang.

"...?"

His eyes were as wide as those of a cow, and he looked at Lang Lang stupidly, as if he were looking at something strange.

Lang Lang didn't say anything, he just took off his warm singlet, threw his shoes aside, lay down on the chair, and said:

"The most expensive thing at the Norwegian airport is these two bottles of 25-year-old Macallan. Let's drink it. I also bought cigars at the airport, Davidoff, which is fine for smoking."

"..."

Wang Sicong was still confused and said nothing.

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

A wooden box with MACALLAN and 25 written on it was pulled out.

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

There was an anti-counterfeiting label attached to the mouth of the bottle, but he ignored it and started to twist it.

But just when he was about to take action, the half-lying young master quickly snatched the bottle over.

Dad, your hands are very valuable.

Let me do it.

He rubbed the anti-counterfeiting label with his fingernail, then twisted and pulled it out.

He put his nose to the mouth of the bottle and sniffed.

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

"Didn't I tell you that these two bottles are the best thing at the airport. I left in a hurry and didn't have time to buy something good through my connections."

Lang Lang shrugged and took the cigar box from his belly.

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

"Apple, you come and try it too. But I won't give you more to drink, just one cup. After you drink and eat, you can go to bed."

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

After seeing that he didn't refuse, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

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

"Yes, get ready quickly. Then... make some soup. I just got off the plane and don't want to eat anything too heavy."

"OK."

While he was talking, Wang Sicong had already poured a full glass of wine into a glass.

"..."

Lang Lang's mouth twitched...

But the one who reacted faster than him was Guo Ping.

"Thank you Brother Cong."

She picked up the large glass of wine, 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.

There has to be a balance.

Otherwise, the taste will become worse and the aroma will not come out.

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

After Guo Ping indirectly stopped Brother Cong from drowning his sorrows with a drink, he quickly took his full glass of wine, tasted it briefly, smacked his lips and went to find peanuts for the two of them.

After she left, Lang Lang smiled and said:

"I'm so proud of Apple's cleverness. After all, this bottle costs more than 10,000. You want to be bored? How can you waste money like that?"

As he spoke, he handed over an aluminum tube.

Wang Sicong, who had thought through the two people's thoughts, was stunned for a moment...and shook his head in a funny way.

He raised his glass.

"Ding."

The smell of leather, licorice, and burning wood fills the mouth, creating a pleasant aroma that sweeps through the entire brain.

A little bloodshot appeared in Lang Lang's eyes.

This is the exhaustion released.

After unscrewing the aluminum cylinder, he couldn't wait to light the cigar and leaned back on the lounge chair...

"Hu... feel comfortable."

Wang Sicong turned to glance at him and asked:

"Where is Gong Xinliang? Can I warm your bed at home?"

"I don't need her tonight, you can warm me up."

"..."

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 wall of the glass, making a crystal clear sound.

"Are you done with everything?"

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

"Dine with that prince?"

"No...that one was pushed back. This time I went to perform for an orphanage and raise funds 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 ask Apple to find it later. I remember who said it last time, which winery it was from? I got two bottles of 40-year-old wine at the auction. Let Apple ask and drink directly. . You’ve all gone home, why don’t I care about the wine?”

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

"Ding."

The two cups touched each other again.

"Ha... um."

Lang Lang yawned.

"Have you called home? If you turn off your phone, if your dad can't find you..."

"Apple told my family that I was here."

"……Um."

Lang Lang didn't say anything and just started pouring the wine.

He glanced at the swimming pool casually and asked:

"Are there still bugs now?"

"It's less. It's not as disgusting as Xia Tian."

"Then find me some swimming trunks and I'll swim around."

"...are you still using swimming trunks? Can't you just go down with your butt naked?"

"..."

Lang Lang was speechless.

But Wang Sicong burst out laughing.

"After dinner later, let Apple retreat, and I'll call a few girls over. Let's have a nice swim..."

"And make the front page headlines?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lang Lang suddenly felt that what he said was wrong, and he quickly said:

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

Unexpectedly, Wang Sicong shook his head:

"No. I watched the excitement all afternoon to see if they could come up with anything else. In the end, it was just fried rice...did you watch it?"

"...I saw 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 actions of a group of reporters rushing to publish a report in the middle of the night, was it you who asked for it?"

"Do I have that ability?"

"...Are those Lao Xu and Dami?"

"Probably. These two are fathers now. They have the right to speak. They can ban whoever is banned... I posted a map on Weibo yesterday, and Dami had someone delete it in 7 minutes. She also banned me. Two hours of talking..."

"Don't be ungrateful..."

"That's not possible. We made a phone call later... Dami threatened to punch me twice when she came back..."

"puff……"

He took a long puff of cigarette and it didn't reach his lungs.

Looking at my friend’s face full of gloating:

"Jie hahahaha... you are dead."

"..."

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

But he still refuses to forgive:

"You're kidding! What can I do? Just two punches? Am I afraid of her? I let her hit me with all her strength without hurting me!"

Lang Lang agreed with his face:

"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 so hard."

As he spoke, he raised his cup:

"Farewell, MIGO."

"..."

Unconsciously, Wang Sicong also got goosebumps.

But he still squeezed out his biceps hard:

"Look at my brother's muscles, do he look like someone who can't be beaten?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Lang Lang didn't argue.

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

That bitch can swing a white wax pole like a whip...

Um.

You have such a tough mouth.

And at this moment, suddenly, there was another noise behind them.

Lang Lang turned his head subconsciously, and then froze:

"Idiot!"

Jay Chou, wearing a baseball cap, walked in with two boxes in his hands:

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

"...?"

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

"you……?"

"Where did you come back from?"

"Los Angeles. A 16-hour flight~"

"..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Sicong and Lang Lang counted the time in their hearts.

Calculating the time difference is meaningless.

Just count forward according to this voyage.

And Lang Lang reacted the fastest...

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

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

"Are you done with work?"

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

"..."

"..."

Wang Sicong and Lang Lang's eyes flickered.

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

"Wow, is there such a tacit understanding?"

He raised the box in his hand.

Same Macallan 25 Years Old…

"...bought at the duty-free shop?"

"Yes."

"..."

"..."

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

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

"...We haven't eaten any of them. Apples, please order more."

After Lang Lang finished speaking, he threw a cigar.

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

"Brother JAY, then Apple and I are going to buy midnight snacks."

"good."

Jay Chou responded, handed the cup to Wang Sicong, and then began to open the cigar.

While Wang Sicong was pouring the wine, he said loudly:

"Hey, Dami said she would punch him twice when she comes back."

"Wow, isn't he dead then?"

"He just told me he wasn't afraid."

"..."

Jay Chou was stunned, and after taking the drink from Wang Sicong, he looked at his friend and asked:

"Does your mouth have to be so tough? Do you... want to burn it into a relic?"

"..."

"Hahahahahaha..."

Amidst the loud laughter, Wang Sicong had no intention of refuting.

He just held the wine glass and looked left and right...

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

And looking at his travel-stained appearance... coupled with the fact that he rushed back before finishing the work...

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

Pour yourself half a glass of wine.

No words were spoken.

Just reached out.

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 your friend, come over.

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

Anyway, when you're drunk, you won't think much about anything.

call……

A mouthful of spicy wine was about to come out.

Suddenly, Wang Sicong felt a little hungry.

At this time, if Mother Yang could steam a flower roll, fry some tomatoes and eggs, and eat it with vegetable soup...

That would be more perfect.

But then he thought...if he really saw her, he would inevitably get punched twice.

It seems...it would be better not to see it.

It's not that I'm afraid of pain.

But he was afraid that when Yang’s mother hit him, he would not use the right force, and it would break his wrist or something.

Um.

right.

hey-hey……

He was in a daze. Thinking of this, a... weird smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Seeing this, Lang Lang said to Jay Chou:

"I read in a book that before people die, visions will appear before their eyes..."

"Yes, that was my life of just watching the flowers."

"Although his life was a little short, he was still able to laugh... and he looked pretty good."

"Yes."

Jay Chou deeply agrees.

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

"Eh?"

Lang Lang was stunned:

"Isn't it a nuclear bomb?"

"...?"

Jay Chou was stunned.

"What?"

"The little girl pressed the button for the nuclear bomb before she died, and everyone in the city saw her grandma that night..."

"Well……"

Jay Chou opened his mouth and looked at his friend who started talking nonsense just after drinking...

He nodded with admiration.

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

The ability to interpret art and imagination...

Strong.