The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1444 Fairy Tale
Plop, plop——

My heart was beating wildly and I couldn't control it.

Although Anne tried to control herself, her joy and raised lips still broke free from the reins of reason. "I don't believe you."

"You, Anson Wood, have never shown this side of yourself to other women?"

Anson calmly met Anne's scrutinizing gaze and spread his hands. "Do you think I need it?"

Wait, what's with this arrogant attitude?

Anne tried to show her attitude of complaining, but she still smiled, "Indeed, you don't need to, just beckon your fingers, and countless women will come to your door."

Anson shook his head.

Anne, "Oh, isn't it?"

Anson continued to shake his head. "No, they don't even need to hook their fingers. They keep coming one after another. They can't stop. If they wait in line, it will probably stretch all the way from here to 72nd Street."

Anne:……

Anson: "Haha."

The bright laughter disturbed the tranquility in the garden, and the lingering mist rolled up. Anson quickly controlled the volume and looked around vigilantly.

As a result, Annie also became nervous.

After waiting for a while, there was still no movement in the garden, which made both of them relax. They inadvertently exchanged glances and realized that the other person had just held his breath in an embarrassing manner.

Annie pressed her lips and said, "I thought you were fearless."

Anson spread his hands and said, "I forgot to bring my checkbook tonight. Otherwise, everything could be solved. But now, I still lack a little confidence."

Anne: “Pfft.”

Anson stood up again. "See, this is the stereotype. Blame it on Leonardo DiCaprio."

what!
Anne almost laughed out loud, and at the last moment she covered her mouth to control herself, but the smile still overflowed from her eyes.

Anson, "In Hollywood, you see a handsome guy and imagine a scene, a woman in the morning, a woman in the afternoon, and another woman when he goes to a party in the evening, but another woman leaves his house the next day..."

Anne covered her mouth, confusion evident in her eyes, "Oh wait, isn't it?"

Anson, “Well, actually, it is, but not every day.”

Anne's eyes widened: ...

Anson, "Please paparazzi stop the unrealistic fantasy, okay? Leonardo DiCaprio aspires to be the second Warren Beatty, but not everyone is like that. In fact, it is precisely because of your stereotype that no one is willing to believe me."

"You always assume ahead of time that, hey, that person must already have a date."

"but none."

Anne narrowed her eyes and looked doubtful, "No?"

Anson met Anne's gaze sincerely, "No. But now, I am hoping to have one. So, how about a date some other day?"

He was very generous and upright, and finally issued a formal invitation.

Anne's eyes and mouth were full of smiles. She looked at Anson carefully and said, "No."

An unexpected answer.

Anson laughed dumbly and tilted his head. "I mean, wait until your promotion is over."

Anne nodded slightly, "I know. But... no. My answer is still the same."

Anson stared at Anne with wide eyes and confusion.

Anne didn't avoid his gaze, "I'm serious, this is all for tonight, this is the end, there is no follow-up, this is how it is."

Anson realized that Anne was serious and straightened his back. "How did it end? Wait, when did it all start? I thought we hadn't even started yet."

"Ha." Anne was amused by Anson again, but she immediately realized that she needed to be serious, and quickly pursed her lips to control the upward arc. "To be honest, tonight, no, the whole day today, everything is so wonderful."

“Even during the awful daytime work and exhausting interviews, your presence is indispensable. The tiredness, the irritability, the pain, make your presence wonderful.”

“Without a doubt, this is the best memory I’ve had in a long, long time.”

"But, you know what? Beautiful things often don't last long, just like flowers, they bloom for a short time and then wither. When things reach their peak, it's all downhill and everything gets bad. So, the only way to keep beautiful memories is to end it in time."

Anson raised his chin slightly, "So, you are a pessimist."

Anne pursed her lips, "So, you're a romantic? I thought you were a pessimist, too?"

Anson looked over.

Anne explained, "Actors can't last long. Their blooming period is too short. If they don't make a breakthrough, they will be forgotten. Your point of view is the same as mine."

Anson smiled. "Yes, that's true. It's true. But the point is, if you worry about failure, or even give up starting, then everything is meaningless. Without pain, there will be no happiness. Without the worry of loss, wonderful memories will lose their meaning. You are giving up adventure."

Anne, "What about you?"

Anson, “I always welcome adventure.”

"I know that everlasting love is like a unicorn. Everyone knows about it, but no one is sure that they can find it in real life. Everything is just a fairy tale, so we don't know whether we should believe it or not. It's like a child who grows up and reads a fairy tale again, and his mood is different."

Anne, "But you're still willing to take the risk?"

Anson, "Yes, I do. So, are you willing to take the risk with me?"

Chic, handsome and elegant.

I have to say, Anson is fascinating.

No words or actions are needed, just standing there quietly. A glance and a smile can set your heartbeat off and draw you into the storm.

Anne looked at Anson with bright eyes, but did not answer. Instead, she showed a playful smile and turned to the only bench in the garden.

Like the benches in New York's Central Park, this bench in a private garden also has a memorial inscribed on the back.

"In memory of Anna who loved this garden,

William, who was always there for her. "

Anne read out the text softly, her heart palpitating, and her troubled emotions settled down. Then Anson's deep voice came to her ears.

“Maybe, some people can really walk through life hand in hand.”

Anne did not look up at Anson this time, but just stared at the back of the chair quietly.

“Anna Michelle, 1927-2003.”

There is no need for words, as one can tell from their dates of birth and death that they accompanied each other throughout their lives.

In this process, there are ups and downs, pain and struggle, but in the end they stay with each other and cherish the memories forever.

Exhaling softly, Annie spoke again, "Do you believe in unicorns?"

Anson did not answer.

Anne, however, asked herself, "Disney princesses are supposed to believe in unicorns, right?"

Apparently, this was Anne's answer to Anson.

Anson's smile rose slightly, but he did not act hastily. Instead, he stepped back slightly to make room.

Sure enough, Anne sat down on the bench, bathed in the moonlight, glanced at the swing next to her, then raised her head and caught the stars through the treetops. Apart from the breeze, there was only the sound of the fountain water gently surging.

Anson sat cross-legged on the ground opposite Anne. No one spoke. They just closed their eyes and listened to the breeze and the sound of water flowing.

(End of this chapter)