The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1442 Gorgeous Silk
"...Thank you." Anne broke the silence. "I know Thomas's cooking skills are terrible. Drew and I secretly hid our beef. He must have put the sugar jar in there instead of salt. Thank you for not exposing it."

Michael noticed it, too, and in the kitchen, he secretly thanked Anne—

They had not expected Anson to be so approachable, completely different from the Hollywood star they imagined.

Even Thomas, who was always shrewd and demanding, was satisfied with this and was arrogant all evening, as if Anson was his best friend.

Anson shrugged lightly, "Okay, confession, I was originally going to flip the table, but I was worried that it might be troublesome to silence him afterwards, so I gave up."

Seeing Anne's blooming smile, Anson then continued.

"It wasn't that bad actually, I secretly sprinkled black pepper, lots of it, to the point where I had no idea what I was putting in my mouth."

Haha.

Anne laughed out loud and looked up at Anson bathed in the moonlight. Her heart beat out of rhythm, causing her to shift her gaze in panic.

"So, at the dinner table tonight, were you serious?" He quickly changed the subject.

Anson, "Which part?"

Anne, "The part about the actors."

Anson shrugged slightly. "Of course. What I mean is that we are all commodities, commodities that are packaged layer by layer through movies and characters and displayed in the window."

"Maybe a vase. Maybe a princess."

"Tom Cruise is a pretty boy, Brad Pitt is a sexy animal, Tom Hanks is simple and honest, George Clooney is an elegant gentleman, Johnny Depp is a rebellious punk, and Leonardo Dicaprio is...Jack Townsend."

puff.

Annie couldn't control herself and burst out laughing.

Anson, "On the surface, Hollywood is all glamorous and gorgeous silk, but only after peeling off the surface can we see the difficulties and struggles inside. Each of us has our own shackles, and only we know them clearly."

"While people think we're lounging on the deck of a yacht enjoying the Mediterranean sun... that's the truth."

Annie was stunned: Hahaha.

"But at the same time, we also need to bear the corresponding pain and responsibility for this."

"Some actors, as Bert said, can never break free from their shackles in their entire lives, and they turn away in obscurity and mediocrity. This is a job to make a living."

"Some actors are successful for a short while, standing under the spotlight and attracting everyone's attention, but they are ultimately unable to break free from their own shackles. Three years? Five years at most, and then they are forgotten by the crowd."

“People see the brief glory of those three to five years, but they don’t see the long darkness and despair that followed, because after they disappear, no one will see them again.”

"The same goes for us."

"Everything seems perfect now. We have everything that the whole world envies and admires. But if we can't seek breakthroughs, we won't even have to wait until we are old and ugly, or until people lose interest in our appearance. We will be trapped in our own roles and lost in the crowd."

Anson turned to look at Anne and smiled.

"Hollywood doesn't believe in tears."

Tonight, at the dinner table, they talked about the difficulties and confusions in their lives.

Of course, in a half-joking way, everyone complains about the unsatisfactory lives and careers. Not only Michael and Bert, but Thomas and Drew also have their own troubles and confusions.

I originally thought that Anson should be the only one in their group who had no worries or troubles, but I didn't expect Anson to say such words.

This also proves the saying that you can't judge a book by its cover. When we look at other people's lives, we always subconsciously see the happy, bright and beautiful side and envy them, but life is never that simple. Everyone is trapped in their own desires and struggles, desperately looking for the answer to happiness.

As Anson spoke slowly, Anne's thoughts spread in the moonlight. "So, do you have an answer?"

Anson said calmly, "No, I didn't."

Annie was stunned. "I thought..."

Anson chuckled. "You think I'm talking here with confidence and seem to have all the answers, right? But this is just a deception, just an illusion. No matter how much you understand, life is still different after all."

"I think there is no right answer. Everyone has their own choice. No one knows who is right until the future happens."

"but……"

Anson paused and Anne looked up.

"But I think I will choose to take risks and try as many things as possible that I am eager to try but dare not try. This is the charm of the actor's job, isn't it? Make different attempts and different challenges?"

"God, if I wanted to continue to be myself, I would have just gotten a job in Manhattan and continued to be myself. Why would I become an actor?"

Ha ha ha ha.

Anne's mood was completely lifted. Her eyes were full of curiosity as she looked at Anson carefully. "Why are you always so thorough and so frank?"

Anson's mouth twitched slightly, "I'm trying, trying to be a frank person, to be honest with myself. Maybe I can lie to everyone, after all, acting is my job; but in the final analysis, we can't deceive ourselves."

It was such a simple and casual sentence, but it made Anne freeze. Her eyes stayed on Anson's cheek. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and her breathing became disordered uncontrollably. She stared at the man in front of her, and slowly...

come down.

There was silence and no response, which made Anson turn his head and give Anne a questioning look.

Anne was startled, her cheeks burning hot, and she subconsciously turned her head to look to the other side, trying to cover herself up in a panic, "Look, these streets are all planted with green plants, densely covering up those mysterious gardens. They look like ordinary trees from the outside, but there is a different world inside."

“Like a small village.”

Annie didn't know what she was talking about, she just said whatever she saw.

But unexpectedly, Anson said, "Then let's go in and explore."

Anne was shocked. "What?"

Anson was already approaching in two or three steps, and was looking inside through the iron railings. "Remember what we just talked about? Adventure?"

Anne: ...well, she wasn't sure her brain could keep up with Anson's thinking speed.

"No, no, these gardens are all guarded by iron railings. Do you see the spikes on them? Although I'm not sure if this is the same as 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest', they are indeed private gardens. Only those who live there can enter."

Anson pursed his lips slightly and raised his eyebrows. "If I remember correctly, this is not Texas."

In Texas, if you trespass on private property, the owner may rush out with a shotgun.

Anne opened her mouth slightly and stared at Anson in amazement.

There was a gleam of light in the depths of Anson's clear blue eyes. Without waiting for Anne to answer, he turned around, grabbed the iron railing, and began to climb.

Annie:? ? ?
… "Anson, Anson, I, uh, I'm not sure this is a good idea, what if there are wolfhounds in there? Are you sure it's okay to be in a suit?"

(End of this chapter)