Neil, standing on the bar, was above the bar, and ruled the world. His hands kept waving and inciting, summoning wave after wave of shouts, "Lanli!Lanli!Lanli!"

The whole bar became more and more lively. Everyone held up the beer in their hands, cheering with a smile and shouting. It was not the crowded heat waves that flocked in the premiere, but the noise of unison in the sky. The rolling heat waves swarmed towards Renli from all directions, as if the place where he stood was the center of the world.

Involuntarily, his smile rose. He shouted to Neil, but the noise around him was so loud that Neil could not hear it at all. He simply knelt down, lay beside Lanli, and came over. The funny movement triggered a whistle and cheering sound, but Neil didn't care at all. After standing up again, he signaled to everyone to be quiet and shouted loudly, "Our Young Master Lanli just said that he will pay for the next round!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" The whole audience was filled with storms, just like strong support before the Maori battle.

Withdrew his gaze, Lanli felt the burning gaze of the girl beside him. He smiled and said, "You invited me, and I invited you. This is two rounds of wine."

The girl raised her eyebrows happily, then laughed happily, patted the table hard, and then raised her thumbs up, "Thank you then. I'm still worried about the next round of falling."

So frank, still with a boyish straightforwardness, then she blinked at Lanli with a smile, and threw a playful look, not the kind of charm, but a touch of teasing, a touch of teasing, and a touch of handsomeness. She grabbed the beer that Neil had placed on the table just now, with three bottles in his left hand and three bottles in his right hand, and her eyes fell on the one that was left alone, and signaled to Lanli, and said loudly, "Halsey." Without any extra words, she turned around and left with a straightforward and neat expression.

Haierxi became popular in 2016 with the "Closer" sang with the smoke ghost group (the-chainsmoke), but in fact, before this song, she had made a world with her personality and strength, and "Close" only provided a higher platform.

It is worth mentioning that like Justin Bieber, she is also a representative of the new generation of artists who have become popular from the YouTube channel.

Renli’s understanding of singers is really limited. He knows the singer Heerxi, but his understanding is really limited. However, it is certain that in 2011, Heerxi should still be an unknown music lover, wandering around the streets and alleys of New York, looking for opportunities to start his music career.

It can be seen from a short meeting that this is a young man with personality and style.

"Young man?" Lan Li was a little embarrassed to complain about her words, and her mood jumped with the rising corners of her mouth. She picked up the bottle of Heineken beer on the bar and poured it into her mouth. Her dull chest was slightly relieved and settled a little. Without a good rest for three consecutive days, Lan Li's steps are now a little erratic, as if floating in the clouds.

"You should come here earlier." Neil jumped down and gave Lanli a hug through the bar. It was better to say it was a hug than "slapping Lanli's back hard and trying to make Lanli vomit blood". Seeing Lanli's speechless eyes, Neil laughed twice and relaxed, "Woody Allen sat here for a long time tonight. He also asked when will you perform here next time? How about it, do you want to take the stage again another day? The famous Woody Allen will come to watch it."

"Woody Allen is not Bob Dylan." Renley's complaint made Neil laugh happily. Woody is a movie master and Bob is a music master. It is still very important to classify it.

"Stanley has been looking for you just now. Come and check out the No. 7 card. There is a surprise." Neil raised his chin smugly, his eyes flashed, and he stopped talking, but he still didn't speak out to reveal his trump card. This was really rare. I was not interested in it at first, but now Renli is a little interested.

Seeing Renli turning around and leaving, Neil called him again, then showed a proud look on his face, "I've told you a long time ago."

A simple sentence cannot hide Neil's inner pride and pride from beginning to end. Neil firmly believes that Renly's music can be heard and accepted by people. Even George Sland and Stanley Charlson are skeptical, but Neil does not.

Now, the "Don Quixote" Billboard won the championship, which is undoubtedly the greatest affirmation of Neal.

Lan Li chuckled helplessly and said with her mouth, "This is what you deserve." One sentence made Neil smash the rag heavily on the bar, whistling, and screaming, causing the others next to the bar to join the roar, even if they had no idea what had happened.

A short distance toward the No. 7 booth, almost everyone raised the beer in their hands to pay tribute, "To Don Quixote!" I don't know who was the first to shout like this, and then everyone else called out one after another. The sounds were not neat, and they were even sparse, but they could clearly feel the surging enthusiasm and madness.

The flame deep in my heart gradually faded out, weakened, and cooled down in the suppression and tempering of real life, but never disappeared. In the album "Don Quixote", in the bar of the Pioneer Village, it was reignited.

Stanley stood up, spread his arms and warmly welcomed Renley's arrival, "You must be a dog's nose and smelled the good wine here."

The wrinkled old face has now quietly stretched out. In the past few months, Stanley has regained his second youth and found his long-lost vitality again. The pioneer village has become the most unique bar in Manhattan, witnessing the progress of history once again.

He hugged Stanley politely. After Stanley made way, Lanley saw the bottle of whiskey Alexander Oceanic whiskey placed on the tabletop of the deck.

This bottle of whiskey is a personal treasure of Stanley. It is not only limited, but only twelve bottles around the world; it is not only precious, it has been preserved for more than sixty years; it is not only expensive, and it is priceless, even if it is auction houses cannot collect it. It is just a personal collection. This bottle of whiskey, not to mention tasting, even playing with it is not allowed. To be precise, no one in the pioneer village has seen the entity, but has only seen the photos.

They always like to joke about this bottle of wine, and even said that this bottle of wine may have to be inherited as a heirloom a hundred years later. However, Stanley did not refute it, but just smiled and seemed to express his default.

But now, Renly saw this bottle of Alexander Ocean Series whiskey with his own eyes. It is conceivable that he was surprised and shocked.

"Stanley?" Lanley didn't say much, the questioning voice was enough.

Stanley sat back with a smile, "If you just collect it, then whiskey will never reflect its value. You know, the most beautiful and most essential part of a bottle of wine is not the liquid itself, but the mellow and taste fermented from time. At a certain moment, it fits the mood and mood and becomes the most unforgettable moment in life. This is perfect."

"...So, do you think it's that moment?" Lan Li laughed silently, but Stanley didn't answer and greeted, "Sit down. Today I shared a small cup with George, Woody, and Neil and Janice. The only regret is that you are missing. Now it seems that today is the most perfect moment."

As he spoke, Stanley began to get busy. He placed a clean wine glass, a container filled with tartar and ice, then picked up the precious bottle of Alexander's whiskey and poured some into the wine glass. The amber liquid was rich and mellow, like crystals, and each flow reflected countless pieces of light, which was thrilling.

Stanley in front of him was so focused, not focusing on the bottle in his hand, for fear of breaking or leaking it, but focusing on the flow of liquid in the wine glass. There was no special expression on his face, but the relief and pleasure between his eyebrows were flashing and darkening in the amber liquid, as if this moment was the peak of life. He was the only one in the entire booth. When his friend came and his friend left, he always stayed here and savored the years and time filled with this bottle of wine.

Once upon a time, Renly saw this moving light in George Sland; now, in Stanley Charlson, he also saw it. It was not just a bottle of whiskey.

The weight of the album "Don Quixote" is beyond Renly's imagination. Whether it is the fans who are cheering at this moment, or the Stanley who is caring alone in front of them, the dreams that have nowhere to rest in their bodies, and the dreams that are at a loss under the oppression of real life are all condensed on "Don Quixote".

It's not just a Billboard championship, it's like it's not just an album. It's heavy, it makes people feel a little nervous.

"Have you tasted it?" Stanley placed the wine glass in front of Renley. "I mean, this whiskey with a mellow and dense taste, a little stimulating, but also makes people feel endless aftertaste."

Alexander Oceanwide Whiskey, which is produced by Dalmo, is the brand owned by Andre Hamilton. But this bottle of wine was brewed in 1942, and there are only twelve bottles around the world. Even Andre has no treasure in his hands. To be honest, Renli has never tasted it, he has just played with the empty bottle.

"No." Lan Li picked up the wine glass and watched the trivial light penetrate the glass and spilled into the wine body, as if the stars in the sky fell into the vast ocean. "But today I will break this embarrassment, I hope this is not the last time."

Stanley couldn't help but smile and quipped, "It depends on your next performance."
Chapter completed!