The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1066: Stupid
The air was slightly quiet.

Being too quiet is abnormal.

"…Oh, Anson."

The physical therapist who had just come in took a look at the scene in front of him. As long as his eyes were fine, he would be able to detect the subtlety floating in the air.

However, he failed to brake in time and the words still came out.

Anson turned around and pretended to be calm.

The physical therapist hesitated for a moment, "Do you need me to leave? Can I come back later?"

Which pot is not open to mention which pot!
Anson's throat was a little itchy, but he still stood firm. "If you leave now, nothing will become something serious. I'm not sure if this counts as helping."

"So, I think it's best for you to stay. As it happens, my time is up, so we should leave."

A small joke successfully defuses the crisis and the delicate atmosphere becomes relaxed again.

The physical therapist was slightly stunned: Is it because he is eager to be single that he sees peach blossoms everywhere? In fact, there is nothing going on between Anson and Annie.

Anson had regained his composure, and effortlessly and unintentionally, he tricked another person into crippling a cripple.

Anson turned to look at Annie, "I'm going to get a cup of coffee, do you want one too? Or is it that you can't consume too much caffeine right now?"

Everything, perfect.

Anne was still a little reserved and shy, not daring to look the physical therapist in the eye. She cleared her throat and said, "Orange juice? Is orange juice an option in the hospital?"

"Come on, it's just orange juice in the hospital, okay? I'm tired of orange juice now."

Anson was chattering in front and Anne was following closely behind, and the two left the therapy room one after the other.

The two people who stayed in the room looked at each other, and finally someone broke the silence, "So, was there something wrong just now, or was there nothing wrong?"

Outside, Anson and Anne's pace gradually quickened.

They did not forget that this was a hospital and they could not run or make noise. There were other patients resting, so the two of them tiptoed and walked lightly and quickly, trying to keep their voices as low as possible.

It was not until he left the ward area and turned into the stairwell that he started to jog, broke open the door, rushed out of the building, and came back to the outdoor lawn. He could no longer control his steps and ran all the way, faster and faster, laughter burst out of his throat, and finally turned into a simple and pure joy.

Everything is like returning to childhood.

No reason, just run; no need for a reason, but happy enough.

Happiness used to be so simple.

I ran until I could no longer feel the oxygen in my chest, until my lungs felt burning, and until my body began to feel tired. Only then did I stop.

Looking at my friends, I laughed uncontrollably for no reason, as if I had just experienced the funniest, most absurd and most thrilling moment in the world.

Perhaps, when you calm down and come to your senses, you will realize your own stupidity and folly, but it is precisely moments like this that make people willing to believe that life still has infinite possibilities.

Sometimes, a little bit of stupidity is actually quite good.

Huchi, wheeze.

Anne was breathing heavily, supporting her knees with her hands, looking at Anson in front of her. Her smile was blooming, her eyes were bright, and she exuded a sunshine breath from her whole body. Just standing there, people couldn't take their eyes off her.

She knew that Anson's world had also been turned upside down in recent times.

The outside world was in chaos and bustle. Sony Columbia and the paparazzi were just adding to the chaos. They were like leeches, waiting to absorb all the benefits from Anson before abandoning him without hesitation and looking for the next target. However, that was not all. The inside world was also in complete disorder.

Anson's back injury is far more serious and difficult than it appears; but Anson has to race against time. Recovering from the injury is already a challenge. Anson needs to go one step further and restore his agility and recovery ability. After returning to the crew, he will have to continue to climb rooftops and walk on walls.

Moreover, they have to face the test of wire again.

Of course, there is always the option of a stuntman. There is no need to do everything yourself, and there is no need to put yourself in danger.

But things are not that simple.

Now Sony and Columbia are eyeing them covetously. They have not let their guard down and may even be preparing to counterattack at any time and make a complete comeback.

One assumption is that Anson refuses to personally perform the action scenes due to his "injury", Sony Columbia must give support and they will not refuse.

But behind the scenes, they can play the victim, pretending to be innocent and helpless, saying openly or secretly that Anson used this set of schemes to blackmail and threaten Sony Columbia, throwing Sony Columbia under the wheels for public execution, and after fighting for their rights, revealing their true colors as big names.

Little by little, as long as Sony Columbia continues to compromise, they will be able to pull producers, directors and film company executives to their side and even completely overturn the public opinion so far.

By then, perhaps Anson will still have no shortage of invitations to film projects, but it will become very, very difficult for him to manage his personal connections in Hollywood, especially those reputations, which are difficult to reverse once they form a stereotype.

For talented actors, there is always strength to pave the way no matter what, such as Jim Carrey; but for a vase, it is another story.

Because of this, Anson was extra focused and worked harder in his rehabilitation.

On the surface, it seemed that Anson had it easy and completely under control of Sony Columbia, and was undoubtedly the biggest winner of the entire news event.

But in reality, Anson was treading on thin ice.

The road to the top has always been like this, with thorns and bumps everywhere. If you are not careful, you may be crushed to pieces; by then, no one will remember Anson's existence.

In the past twenty days, in places that reporters and the public could not see, no one knew how much sweat and hardship Anson had put in, how many nights he had tossed and turned in pain, and how he finally overcame the illness and regained control of his body.

Even Anne has only seen the tip of the iceberg.

At this moment, I saw Anson's bright and brilliant smile again.

Anne finally understood why there was always a hint of vicissitudes and gloom hidden between Anson's bright brows, just like a huge book. She just wanted to calm down and read it carefully.

Then, Anne raised her voice and shouted, "When are you going to return to the set?"

Anson smiled wantonly, "In your opinion, I have fully recovered, right?"

Annie's heart tightened. Could it be... not yet?

Anson waved his hand. "No, it's just Luca. You know how these brothers are. They always think too much. He still treats me like a child. He threatened the doctor and asked him to let me continue rehabilitation and recuperate for a while. He doesn't care about filming movies or acting jobs."

Anne smiled knowingly, "Yes, I understand."

Anson, "The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow I will be heading back to the set. I had hoped to go back the day before yesterday, but I went back a few days earlier than scheduled and surprised everyone. It's all Luca's fault."

Anne also laughed heartily, "So you were acting like a scoundrel in the therapy room just now?"

Anson's eyes widened. "Didn't you say you didn't see anything? I didn't expect you to be like this, Annie. I'm really disappointed."

Seeing Anson shaking his head and sighing, Anne's mood also brightened up -

Growing up is long and painful, but they will be able to persevere in the end, right?
(End of this chapter)