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Neil Tucson is busy. After counting the goods, he needs to transcribe the numbers on the ledger to ensure that there are no mistakes in the number.

Although he caught the figure of the guest out of the corner of his eye, Neil didn't raise his head. He just raised his right hand to signal the guest to wait a moment. He quickly completed the work in his hand. After packing up the ledger, he expressed his apology neatly, "Sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time. Is there anything I can do to help you..."

The words didn't finish, just stopped like this.

Neil hadn't had time to throw the ledger in the drawer, so he held it in his hand, stared at Renly, smashed his mouth, bit the dead skin above his lips with his teeth, as if thinking - this guy How did it appear? Those meaningful eyes are full of countless possibilities.

Renly was slightly nervous.

Then, Neil threw the ledger down heavily, closed the drawer, silently flipped out two tequila cups, placed them in front of Renly, made two crisp "pops" and "pops", and pulled them out of the counter. of tequila, one inversion fills two wine glasses, raise one of the tequila.

"This cup is on my account, but only if you pay for the rest of the drink tonight." Neil said to himself, then looked up and drank it directly, regardless of whether Renly agreed or not.

After drinking, Neil filled himself with a glass again, toasted again, rudely wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and began to babble, "Have those reporters started annoying you again recently? You also know that those guys are like flies that can't be driven away. There is a little fishy smell coming out of nowhere, and they just rush over without a care. It's annoying. Two days ago, Stanley was here and quarreled with a reporter... Forget it, it's nothing at all, we just threw the guy out, it's just a bunch of maggots."

Renly just stared at Neil silently, not speaking or moving.

The nose is slightly sour.

Nervous, that's because you care; care, so you worry about gains and losses. The whole world seemed to be changing all the time, and the city of New York was changing faster, so fast that Renly couldn't keep up; likewise, he was changing, lest he be another stranger. , even the appearance that he once hated the most, he thought he was sticking to his original intention, but who can be 100% sure?

At this time, Neil's calmness and honesty were as if time had never changed.

"Hey, gentleman, your glass is still full. You're not going to be prepared to do this, are you? Is it worth a glass of wine after not seeing each other for such a long time?" After speaking, Neil leaned in the direction of Renly. , lowered his voice and said, "Guy, help me, the other new waiters are watching, build me a little prestige."

Renly didn't say much, picked up the cup, and drank it. The spicy alcohol burned down his throat all the way to his stomach, which was not Renly's habit of drinking, but he still clenched his right fist and tapped lightly on the bar, signaling Neil to fill himself up again.

Then, another cup.

Neil looked at Renly in surprise—the Renly he knew would never be like this, "What, a bad day?"

The corners of Renly's mouth rose slightly, showing a little helplessness, "I just came from Mount Sinai Hospital."

"..." Neil thought about it seriously, and said lightly, "Everyone has the right to imagine." This made Renly cast a suspicious look, "Not long ago, after you won another award at the Cannes Film Festival. ..." Neil paused. He noticed the second doubt in Renly's eyes. "Cannes? Best Actor? You don't know? God, where did you just return to civilization?"

Best Actor at the Cannes Film Festival?

Renly really didn't know about it.

Neither Andy nor Roy told it, Rooney never mentioned it on the phone, and life was completely uneventful. Now it seems that Andy should be the master of interception.

Recently, Renly has been in a really bad state. He is in a state of depression. He needs a clean vacation, so Andy has created a vacuum and quiet environment. Being isolated allows Renly to truly calm down.

But Neil took it for granted, and then he seemed to remember something, and laughed cheerfully by himself, "What is that reporter provoking nonsense, the Cannes actor makes you so powerful and arrogant, our group The old guy has long been forgotten, and there will never be an intersection in the future. Now it looks like that guy is completely stupid, and you don't know who is a fool when you don't know Cannes?"

With just a few words, Renly caught the clue keenly, "Stanley threw him out?"

Neil's expression froze slightly.

"It's not good for business." Renly discouraged. The business of "Pioneer Village" was not good. In recent years, because Renly has also been revived because of "Drunken Country Ballads", Stanley Charlesson's dream was born. To be able to continue, Renly didn't want the bar to be unnecessarily affected.

Neil waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's alright, it's alright. Those guys don't know anything, they just stand around and yell."

"You don't

Heart I'm not the guy you used to know anymore? ' asked Renly, but he was not sure.

On the contrary, Neil was extremely calm, "So, aren't you?" He asked calmly, expressing his point of view. As a bartender, Neil has never seen the vicissitudes of life that are inferior to anyone else. He knows that Whoever he is facing is his survival rule.

"Hmph. Even if you really aren't, so what?" Neil shrugged. "Everyone changes, even ourselves, so why should we ask others not to change? Even the Bible, And it doesn't say in black and white that you must always remember us. The most important thing is that we had a good memory; then, after going around, maybe we will meet again, maybe not."

After a pause, Neil pouted at Renly. "Look, you're back, as if you've never changed. You're just getting older."

"Haha." Renly laughed heartily and cheerfully.

Then Neil leaned slightly in the direction of Renly. "Besides, the bottle of Alexander \u0026 Maurice you gave to Stanley is still there."

At the beginning, Stanley Charlesson kept a bottle of Alexander's whisky, which he said needed to be opened on special occasions. Later, "Don Quixote" won the Billboard Championship, and the ballad finally returned to everyone's attention, and Stanley opened it. Made this bottle of whisky and shared it with a group of friends.

Last year, Renly found another bottle of Alexander \u0026 Maurice whisky in Scotland through Alexander-Hamilton, bought it and gave it to Stanley.

At that time, Renly was filming "Jurassic World", and the affairs of George and Elizabeth were also troubled; so, instead of appearing in person, Renly entrusted Matthew to present this bottle of whisky, just a small Gift.

Renly's tense mood was truly relieved, and with a smile, he said jokingly, "It seems that our friendship is still built on alcohol."

"At least it's not about money," Neil said cheerfully.

Then, Neil knocked on the bar table and shouted loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, you can inform your relatives and friends as soon as possible. Tonight, an old friend returns to the pioneer village. One round, all paid for by this gentleman. Carnival Thursday night, now it's time to advertise."

Neil held up the third glass of tequila in his hand, turned to look at Renly, "Salute to an old friend."

Not many customers around also raised their bars and shouted cheerfully and joyfully, "Salute to old friends!"

Time is always rushing fast and continuously, carefully sculpting those years, and what finally settles in my heart is precisely the moment that defines my life.

or nice. or regret.

...

The impromptu Thursday night in Pioneer Village didn't go viral on social networks, just word of mouth among regular customers.

Those who are real jazz lovers, folk lovers, those who really enjoy a good night, have walked out of their homes and came to the pioneer village to join in the grand event. A glass of wine, a cigarette and a song can light up the beginning of summer. The sultry night before was intoxicating.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the gorgeous charm of New York's night spreads in the neon, and the slightly drunk state makes all those tired and restrained relieved. , It seems that everyone can unload the burden and be the most authentic self.

The stage lights of Pioneer Village slowly turned on, and a spotlight lantern covered a chair. This scene was all too familiar to regular customers, and each performance always had its own characteristics——

Since Renly and "Drunken Country Ballads", Pioneer Village has now become one of New York's famous attractions. Any singer who can appear on this stage is highly regarded, and even many producers and agents will come here to dig. gem. But what is commendable is that Pioneer Village still retains its own purity. The invited singers always pay attention to quality, regardless of fame. Stanley insists on guarding every level.

It's like the horn's door bar in "Drunken Country Ballads", but the difference is that Stanley doesn't pay attention to "commercial value", he pays attention to the soul of the singer.

It is precisely because of this that Pioneer Village has not become a big hit, nor has it become a holy place for countless folk singers like the horn door bar, nor has it established cooperative relations with major music companies, and still stays in its own petty bourgeoisie circle. Instead, it has become the last pure land for true senior fans.

Even with Renly's blessing, the pioneer village's operation still did not make a lot of money, just to maintain a balance of payments. Stanley's stubbornness was the root cause.

Thanks to this, the quality of the performances every night is still maintained, and now, it is time to perform tonight.

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