The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1375 Self-destructive Tendency
Just a glance, but it awakened the reality in June Carter's mind——

What she needed to bear, what she needed to face, what she needed to go through, all the torment and pain, all the repression and confusion, were vented out.

In an instant, she was drowned.

The smile on the corners of his mouth stiffened slightly, and then slowly calmed down bit by bit. He was dazed and immersed in thoughts, while the roar of the mountains and the sea continued to surge.

Confused. Perplexed. Lost.

How should she continue to live? Continue to be surrounded by those critical and scrutinizing eyes in the world of fame and fortune, or turn around and live in seclusion in the mountains?

How should she tell Johnny that things are not that simple, that they are no longer children and can't do whatever they want based on their love?
Should she remain single? Will she no longer have the power to pursue her own happiness and will she always be labeled as a failed marriage?

Thoughts, like a volcano erupting, cannot be sorted out, all intertwined and entangled together.

This reminded Reese of what happened just now.

Rumors were rife throughout the crew, and Reese couldn't help but worry about Anson. She was genuinely worried about Anson because she had experienced such conditions and situations herself. She knew how much pressure was behind the glamorous surface. She extended an olive branch to Anson and expressed her friendliness.

Reese really likes Anson—as an actor and as a partner.

But what about Anson?
Her nonchalant and carefree manner made her look like a fool. Her worries and concerns must have seemed very foolish to Anson.

Sure enough, people are different; the differences between men and women are even greater. Although not always the case, society tends to be more tolerant of men.

After all, this is a "man's man's man's world," as the classic song goes.

Not just Anson.

The same goes for Ryan Phillippe.

As an actor herself, Reese believes Ryan can stay rational and understand his job.

Reese has never complained about Ryan's acting job. Even when she needed to shoot very intimate scenes, she told herself that it was a job.

But what about Ryan?

Ever since she learned that Reese was about to film "Keep Walking" with Anson, she has been sarcastic and confrontational, and it even has nothing to do with the content of the scenes being filmed. Ryan just simply doesn't like Anson and even asked Reese to quit the "Keep Walking" crew.

Reese thinks Ryan is fooling around and that she has no reason and should not sacrifice her career because of Ryan's little mood.

Imagine if the positions were reversed and Reese acted out and asked Ryan to sacrifice a role for the sake of their marriage and turn down a production, how would people judge her? How would they attack her?

She refused.

She is also an actress, she has her own career, and she has her own life. Even though she loves Ryan and still loves him deeply, even though she and Ryan have a wonderful marriage and have given birth to two lives, she still refuses to sacrifice her career.

Before she became Ryan's wife and the mother of his children, she was first herself, Reese Witherspoon. Only when she had a complete personality could she do a better job as a wife and mother, right? If she herself could not realize her own existence, how could she play the role of a wife and mother?

Damn it!

Over and over again, with a sense of déjà vu, she continued to experience this, tightening her throat.

She couldn't breathe.

This scene fell into Johnny's eyes. He kept looking at June Carter, his eyes never left, immersed in the happiness of the melody. Johnny felt it, felt the sweetness and happiness in June Carter's singing. He knew that June Carter was not without feelings, she was the same as himself, which also confirmed his guess; but he didn't understand why June Carter kept rejecting him and avoiding him. He couldn't see the reason.

Then Johnny felt June Carter wavering and flinching again.

After finally poking a little bit out of the shell, revealing a little bit of his inner thoughts, he was about to shrink back and close himself off again.

This made Johnny feel at a loss. There was a look of loss and sadness in his eyes, and he was at a loss as to what to do.

What should he do?
How should he make June Carter understand his feelings, how should he break June Carter's defenses, how should he break the window paper between them?
In a flash, countless thoughts ran rampant in my mind.

Johnny felt dizzy and dazed, and he had an impulse, an impulse that could destroy everything but was still difficult to suppress.

Reason, pulling the reins, Johnny held his breath.

However, the more this happened, the more urgent and restless he became. His brain was like a mess, unable to sort out his thoughts. The roar of the hangover and the confusion of alcohol made his heart beat uncontrollably. The sweetness of the chorus brought an illusion of perfection. Happiness seemed to be within reach. He only needed to be a little braver and bolder to have everything he dreamed of.

Then, he did this -

Like a possessed person, he moved closer and planted a kiss on that pretty face.

The soft and warm touch was like a cloud, but before I had time to savor it, I was back to reality, looking at the beauty in a daze.

He was slightly stunned and couldn't come back to his senses for a while.

June Carter was also stunned, immersed in her own fantasies. Before she could sort out her thoughts, she was suddenly attacked. She raised her head reflexively and looked at Johnny. After a brief panic in her eyes, she completely fell into the abyss. The bone-chilling anger made all the elegance and ambiguity disappear completely, and an uncontrollable and indescribable shame and anger broke out instantly.

June Carter looked at Johnny coldly, without any expression or fluctuation.

"Don't. Do. This."

He spoke syllable after syllable, so crisp and direct that one could even feel the light in his eyes disappear.

She looked straight at him.

Cold. Resolute. Decisive.

She refused to surrender, she refused to acknowledge the man's spoils, she refused to be manipulated like a Barbie doll, she refused to compromise, refused to surrender, refused to muddle through, and refused to swallow her anger.

She stared into his eyes without flinching, and the anger that she had suppressed and controlled again and again was finally released.

Johnny froze.

However, June Carter did not give Johnny a chance. She turned around and left without hesitation. She left without any nostalgia, hesitation or timidity.

The figure tried to straighten up and leave with dignity; but she was unable to hold on, not even until she left the stage. Her upper body hunched over and she covered her face with her hands. She ran all the way into the curtain, using it to hide her embarrassment, and even forgot her slippers, and just walked away.

Despite her fierce and tough appearance, she is still a woman, a woman who grew up under the influence of traditional culture, a woman with devout faith. Caught between tradition and herself, she is ultimately unable to bear the harm.

Tears burned my cheeks.

(End of this chapter)