The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1718 Reform your past
How to do?
I have a hangover and when I wake up, Anson disappears. What should I do?
My mind was blank, only panic and fear continued to churn in my stomach.

If the director knew that the male lead of the movie disappeared before filming began and the entire project was shelved, the three of them would be the first to bear the brunt of the responsibility, but the question is, can they take such responsibility?

How to bear it?

In fact, the movie was a small matter, just a "Hangover", not worth mentioning. It would be a big deal if Edgar knew about it. It was hard to imagine Edgar's rage and anger. No, no, no, in front of Lucas, Edgar's little bit of anger was just a drop in the bucket. If this matter reached Lucas' ears, the three of them might have to stay in this city of sin forever.

Brad tried to grab the phone like a lifeline.

However, Chris had only one thought in his mind:
Anson.

That was the only clue to find Anson, and they had to hold on to it.

Just then, a voice came from behind, like a ghost.

"What are you doing, performing acrobatics so early in the morning?"

who!
Todd Phillips? Edgar Cook?

Or Lucas Wood?

Brad could no longer control himself and wailed, like a screaming chicken with its throat strangled, "Ah...Ahhh!" The sound continued to rise.

Seth subconsciously covered his ears and hugged his head and nimbly hid behind the sofa. His butt raised high was exactly the same as that of an ostrich, copied and pasted.

Chris was no exception and turned around reflexively, "We're looking for Ana ...

At a glance, Chris saw Anson, who was sleepy, and was ecstatic. He turned around and pounced on Anson, hugged Anson tightly like a koala, and kept shouting, "Thank God, thank God, thank God!"

Who else could be standing in front of me at this moment if not Anson?

Then, Brad and Seth finally came to their senses, their tense hearts relaxed, and they let out a long sigh.

Seth finally realized his own embarrassment, and using his hands and feet, he managed to stand up with the help of the sofa as support, and smiled with a calm expression.

"See, what did I say? Anson is fine. Anson is 100% fine. How could Anson be in trouble? We all lost ourselves, and Anson will be fine."

Seth kept chattering away, completely unaware that he was talking too much and was trying to use words to cover up his nervousness and embarrassment.

Brad didn't have time to pay attention to Seth. He looked at Anson with lingering fear, but he couldn't completely relax. He couldn't help but look him up and down, fearing that Anson had lost a hair. Finally, after confirming with his own eyes that Anson's limbs were still intact and there was no blood on his body, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"But, Anson…where are you?"

"God damn it, we looked everywhere, everywhere, every corner, but we couldn't find you. Where on earth did you go?"

Anson:......

"Room."

Anson looked at Brad with a puzzled look on his face, his eyes and expression full of confusion, and pointed at the room.

"I'm in the room."

"Last night, I asked you to go back to your rooms to sleep, but you didn't want to. You three said you needed to cultivate some feelings. It was so hard to live in a hotel like this, but you each slept in your own room. It was so impersonal. You insisted on staying in the lobby and sleeping on the big bunk bed. I tried to stop you but failed."

"I'm in my room, in my big bed."

"Didn't you see me when you searched the room?"

Brad:…

Anson blinked his eyes. "Your so-called search is not limited to the hall, right?"

Chris scratched his head. "Well, we...we couldn't think straight, we just...you couldn't blame us, we saw that everyone else was there, but you were the only one missing...but anyway, you didn't disappear, ha, that's good, right, that's the only thing that matters."

Chris spoke incoherently and unclearly, and it was obvious that he didn't know what he was talking about.

Brad stood there in a daze, staring at Anson blankly.

Then, without warning, his eyes turned red. Anson was about to respond to Chris, but he saw Brad's mess. Anson was in a panic, "Brad? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine. In fact, I didn't drink too much last night. I was the only one who stayed sober. I took care of you after I came back. I helped order all those midnight snacks. I went to bed after I cleaned up. I'm fine. I'm fine."

Brad waved his hands and smiled, "No, it's okay, don't worry about me, I'm fine... I..."

but……

The words were stuck in his throat, swallowed completely, and finally disappeared. Brad tried hard to control himself, but the result was that tears burst out.

Brad was so embarrassed and so awkward that he just stood there in a daze, tears streaming down his face.

Chris and Seth were both terrified by this scene, and their heads were full of questions. No one knew what was going on. Shouldn't they be worried about Anson?

So, what's going on, Brad?

Brad rubbed his eyes hard, trying to control himself, but unfortunately failed. This made him a little frustrated, and he turned around and wanted to run away.

"Brad..." Anson called him without saying anything special, but Brad still stopped obediently and stood with his back to Anson.

Anson thought for a moment. "I'm fine. Really. I'm fine."

Brad still didn't turn around, "But, what if..."

Anson, "Nothing can happen!"

Brad finally turned around. "No, there is. I drank, I'm hungover, I'm blacking out, and I don't remember what happened last night again. What if that bad Brad Renfro comes back? What if that evil Brad shows up again and ruins everything?"

"I hate myself."

"Anson, I don't think we should..."

The words, unspoken, were interrupted by Anson, "Brad."

Anson stared at Brad quietly, "Things are different now."

Brad's face was full of pain and struggle.

Anson, "I'm serious. I'm not trying to comfort you. Things are indeed different. Yes, we all make mistakes, and we may repeat them. Not to mention alcohol, there are countless things in life that can make us make mistakes again, the third time and the fourth time."

"But this time, you realized your mistake, didn't you?"

"You're upset, you regret, you're scared, you blame yourself, you try to regain your composure, you try to sort out your thoughts, you realize that things can't go on like this, and you're alert before things go off track."

"what does that mean?"

"It means you are taking back control and it doesn't matter if you drink again because you are your own boss and you have control over your demons."

"In fact, I believe you've improved a lot and are now completely different from before."

Brad was stunned.

Chris's confused mind finally found some ideas. "Yes, yes, yes, Brad, that's it. Last night, you only drank that bottle of Dalemore, didn't you?"

Seth, "Look, how sensible and smart, drink the best if you want to drink, $20,000 a glass, be honest, Brad, how much did you drink last night?"

Brush brush.

Everyone looked at him, and Seth raised his hands in surrender. "Isn't it too early to joke about this?"

Anson nodded, "Yeah, it's too early."

Brad couldn't help laughing out loud.

(End of this chapter)