The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1401: Diligent
Hesitate, wander, linger, and be restrained.

Charles didn't know what to do, and wasn't even sure if there was a solution. Maybe they should seek advice from a professional psychologist.

Looking at Anson, I always wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to organize it.

He opened his mouth and swallowed it all after seeing the smile in Anson's eyes. Charles also smiled and responded.

"What are the crew's work going to do today?" Anson took the initiative to speak.

Charles was caught off guard, "Huh?"

"The crew." Anson repeated, "What about the crew's filming?"

Charles: ...

Standing at the door, Lucas took a deep breath and pulled his mind back to the ground.

Anson needed him. He had to be calm, he had to be rational, he had to stay calm, he couldn't lose his composure, he couldn't let the nightmare of his youth repeat itself.

Turning around, Lucas pushed open the door of the ward, his expression had returned to calm.

"Did I just hear someone say work? Please tell me it wasn't you, an idiot."

As he spoke, Lucas looked at Anson.

Anson stared silently into the sky, looking as if he had no idea who Lucas was talking about.

Lucas, "You, that's you. You are lying in the hospital ward in poor health, but you are still concerned about the crew. Isn't this an idiot?"

"This is Hollywood, a place that can function normally without anyone."

Anson lowered his eyes helplessly and looked at Lucas again.

"That's why I need to focus on my work even more."

"I hope to be a unique actor who cannot be easily replaced. My role and my charm are unique on the big screen."

"Then everyone kneeled down and surrendered."

Isn't the last sentence a bit drastic? Is the style of the painting wrong?
Charles couldn't help it after all, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Now I finally have a little bit of the image of a Hollywood scum."

Lucas, "Dad!"

Charles raised his hands in surrender, but he continued to mutter to himself, "Humility doesn't work in Hollywood. I prefer the current version of Anson. Let all the jealous people go away."

Anson, "Haha!"

Then, Anson and Charles high-fived each other.

Lucas:…

Anson noticed Lucas' murderous look and quickly retracted his right hand. He put on a well-behaved expression and blinked his eyes, full of innocence.

"You can tell the director that I can return to work on the set tomorrow."

Lucas frowned, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"If you are worried that the situation in Spider-Man 2 will happen again, there is no need to worry. The situation is completely different now. No one dares to attack you."

Last time, Anson was injured on the set of "Spider-Man 2", which caused a huge storm, involving half of Hollywood, and the chain reaction was far beyond imagination.

In just half a year, a familiar situation has happened again. As usual, one can imagine the media's outrage and they will definitely not let Anson off easily, and may even create a more shocking and terrifying situation.

However, there is no need to worry, things are different now.

Anson's current status is completely different, and the voices surrounding Anson are also earth-shaking. There is no need to worry about media attacks and encirclement.

Moreover, don't forget that the production company of "Sing Along" is Forest Pictures, and the company's boss is now in Anson's resting ward. To put it another way, even if the media used the same old trick to fan the flames, using the popularity of "The Warmth Within" to clearly imply that Anson was being arrogant, the entire public opinion environment has changed dramatically now, and Anson may not be passive and helpless. After all, things are different.

Looking at Lucas, who was understating things but also had a bit of toughness and dominance, Anson's smile curled up.

"No, I'm not worried." The more he thought about it, the funnier it got. Anson laughed out loud, "Haha, Luca, I'm not worried at all. Have you forgotten?"

"Last time, I wasn't worried."

"If those reporters thought I was going to just sit there like a lamb and let it happen, they were wrong."

"I don't worry about the media. I never have."

Subconsciously, Lucas wanted to refute, but after seeing Anson's clear and bright eyes, he stopped talking because he knew Anson was serious.

Lucas, "So what are you worried about? The director?"

Anson, "No, Johnny Cash."

Lucas:…

Anson laughed out loud, "Haha, you guys should look at your own expressions. I'm not crazy. I know Johnny Cash is the character I played."

“But that’s what I mean.”

"I was worried about my role, my performance. You know what, Luca? This was the first time I was so absorbed in a role that at some point I felt like I was one with the character, completely entering Johnny Cash's world, and the real boundary between reality and image was disappearing."

"I know, I know. You two shouldn't look at me like that. If you add mom's words to the mix, you're just treating me like a three-year-old kid."

"I mean, I think I have finally explored new possibilities in the world of acting. I like this process and this state. This is why I like acting, projecting my inner shadow onto the character and releasing and venting through the character's life."

"In the end, maybe - just maybe, I can leave some of my wounds behind in the character and in the world of the film, and when the film is over and the performance is over, I will be healed."

"After all, apart from performances, there are very few opportunities for us to bravely face our own wounds. This is also the reason why psychologists make so much money in modern society. The sofas in their offices are probably the only space where countless people can face their true selves calmly."

These are indeed what Lucas and Charles don't understand.

There was still some hesitation in Charles' eyes. He tried to stop Anson, or at least persuade him again.

But this time, Lucas took the lead, "Tomorrow, are you sure?"

Anson raised his hands and feet. "Come on, Luca, do I look injured? If I wasn't worried that you would have a heart attack, I would have returned to the crew in the afternoon..."

Before he could finish his words, Anson felt the warmth in Charles and Lucas' eyes, and he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"tomorrow."

"So, I said tomorrow."

"God, can you stop being so startled, please? Calm down, understand? Calmness is the most valuable quality of an adult."

Lucas squinted his eyes and glanced at Anson.

Anson swallowed the rest of his words obediently, whistled and looked out the window, "Ah, the weather is nice today."

Outside, on the overpass, Jack was gone.

The corridor was empty, and the clean, bright glass reflected their figures.

Charles followed Anson's gaze and looked at the empty overpass, but he couldn't be sure whether the scene he saw was the same as Anson's. This thought gripped his heart and made him unable to breathe.

But Charles still controlled himself. He didn't stop until he left the room, kept some distance, and made sure Anson couldn't hear him. Then he grabbed Lucas.

"Are you sure?"

(End of this chapter)