The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1440 Superstar
Drew Fuller lost control of himself for a moment. He was so surprised and frightened that the words just came out of his mouth.

"Oh, God! Grass!"

The words starting with "F" came out directly, and in front of Anson.

In an instant, Drew's whole body stiffened and he felt like a popsicle.

Annie looked up at the sky, but had to calm down and save the situation, otherwise... there would be no otherwise.

"Anson, this is Drew, Michael's boyfriend."

"Drew, this is Anson."

Drew's eyes widened, and he was so excited that he was incoherent. "This is definitely the most important moment in my life. When it actually happened, it still didn't feel real. Oh, sorry, please forgive my nonsense. I must be crazy."

"Anson, Anson! Of course, Anson, how could I not know Anson?"

"'Spider-Man,' 'The Butterfly Effect,' 'Elephant,' and yes, 'Eternal Love'."

"Wow, sorry, I think I might pass out myself!"

"I honestly feel like you're the only actor worth watching in Hollywood right now, not because of your looks, but because of the charm you bring to your characters."

It chatters and crackles, and then stops abruptly.

It started without warning, and stopped in a strange place. Drew's eyes widened like a broken robot, and he could almost see the screws fall out of his head.

Michael, who was standing next to him, had a look of despair on his face. He put his hands on Drew's shoulders, moved back a little, and quietly moved forward to cover him. He protected Drew behind him and forced a smile at Anson, "...please forgive his enthusiasm."

This scene is actually quite funny.

Anson's smile rose slightly, "Hey, I'm not an alien. I'm the same as Annie, nothing special, I just have a slightly different job."

Drew had a stiff smile on his face, and he seemed to be talking to himself, or whispering to Michael.

But the volume was not small and everyone present could hear it.

"God, he's real."

It's a declarative sentence, but it's said in a breathy voice, which makes it burst with humor.

Michael’s expression was slightly awkward. “It’s different, Annie, it’s just Annie, but you…”

Michael looked Anson up and down, trying to find an accurate adjective, but failed.

"You are you," Michael said dryly. "A real star is like a character in a movie coming to life."

what!
Anson chuckled. "You should sit down with my brother and exchange ideas. He has the same idea as you. In his eyes, I am just a dead kid. He should be able to convince you that I am just me, nothing special, a guy he has beaten countless times in his mind."

On the side, Anne lowered her head and chuckled, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Michael pulled the corner of his mouth and took a deep breath, "I'm not sure it can be that simple."

Now is the right opportunity.

Anson took out the gift he had prepared and said, "By the way, happy birthday."

A black envelope looks low-key and formal, and you can feel the hidden luxury from its texture and design.

Michael looked at Anne, and Anne was looking at Anson with surprise. Obviously, Anne did not expect that Anson could prepare a birthday gift in such a short time.

Drew patted Michael's arm gently and called in a low voice, "Michael, Michael..."

Michael looked at Anson cautiously, "Can I open it?"

Anson made an inviting gesture. "Of course. It's not Christmas now, so there's no need for us to be so grand. Just a reminder, it's not a check, so please don't be disappointed."

A small joke made the atmosphere light. Thomas deliberately let out a huge sigh of disappointment, "Alas, the dream is shattered."

Michael didn't have time to pay attention to Thomas. He opened the envelope and found an invitation inside.

An invitation to an art workshop at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.

Michael looked at Anson excitedly. Anson politely explained, "It's an art workshop, an event where a group of emerging artists get together to communicate and interact. I think you wouldn't mind getting to know your peers. After all, it's particularly lonely for a person to be confined to the circle of creation."

"Hope you like it."

Michael was so overwhelmed with emotion that he spoke incoherently. Finally, he had to take a deep breath and said, "Of course, I mean, thank you."

Looking down at that invitation letter again, this is the reason, the reason why “things are not that simple”.

In Michael's view, Anson is not only a superstar, but also a ray of light at an important turning point in his life. The last time his paintings were sold, he never had the chance to thank Anson properly until now. But today, Anson sent him such a gift again.

Thank you is not enough to express Michael's feelings.

But my mind was in a mess and I couldn't think at all. After thinking it over, I finally said "thank you".

Jingle Bell!
The doorbell rang again, interrupting the conversation.

Thomas looked at Michael, who was filled with emotion, rolled his eyes, and looked up at the sky, “Okay, I’ll go open the door.”

With drooped shoulders and shuffling feet, he walked towards the apartment door. "Hey, Bert."

A young man in a suit dragged his tired feet. Although he was neatly dressed, his face was full of the look of a "worker". "Sorry I'm late. God, my boss is a jerk. Did I tell you? I hate him."

"What's the reason today?" Thomas asked.

Burt Watson was stunned for a moment, then gave a fake smile, "It's nothing, just a few million dollars wasted. Haha."

Thomas laughed too, "Well done."

The two entered the apartment, and Thomas took the initiative to introduce, "Bert, this is Anson; Anson, this is Bert, Anne's elementary and middle school classmate, and also our next-door neighbor."

Bert took a deep breath, smiled, and politely stepped forward to shake hands with Anson. "Good evening, very nice to meet you."

But his gaze did not linger as he turned to look at Michael, "Ahaha, our birthday boy is here. Congratulations, Michael, you have taken another step towards the twenty-seven-year-old club. We are all catching up with you."

As he spoke, he handed the gift to Michael.

Michael raised his middle finger in response, and it was obvious that they were very familiar with each other.

Bert smiled happily, "This is a hat, a very, very ugly hat, I think you'd better not wear it, otherwise you might get beaten."

After saying that, he even started crowing, turned around and looked at Annie again, "Oh, Annie, good evening."

Anne cleared her throat, ready to speak. "Bert."

Anne was hesitating whether she should explain to Bert who Anson was, but she didn't know how to start. However, Bert was completely unaware of the awkward atmosphere and grabbed the beer peanuts next to him and started throwing them into his mouth.

Bert looked left and right, and saw that everyone was standing behind the sofa, confused. "What's going on? Everyone is surrounding me. Are you ready to dance?"

Michael quickly interrupted, "Wine, Bert?"

Bert nodded. "That's great. I'm in desperate need of some alcohol right now."

Following these words, everyone finally took action. Thomas returned to the kitchen to continue his work, Michael went to pour the wine, and Drew pulled Anne to the bedroom and asked in a whisper.

Finally, only Bert and Anson were left standing in the hall. The atmosphere... was not awkward, but rather particularly comfortable.

(End of this chapter)