The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1793: Water cant flow

Amidst the hustle and bustle, countless chaotic thoughts filled her mind, and Sharon realized that her brain's memory was somewhat insufficient.

So, was that Anson? The real Anson?
It was only then that Sharon realized that she had only caught a glimpse of him and hadn't had a chance to look at him properly. Could it be that she had mistaken him for someone else?

After all, the young man hadn't introduced himself at all, spoke with a perfect London accent, traveled alone without any security personnel, and even answered her questions casually—

"Sunflower" or "Sailing"? This is a question of the ages, and Anson himself shouldn't give such a simple and easy answer.

Something's not right!

Sharon's mind was a complete mess, and she couldn't think straight. She looked up and instinctively glanced over.

But clearly, the young man had no intention of lingering. He handed his suitcase to Sharon, said, "Have a nice day," and strode away.

Sharon stood there, stunned, unable to react. Her gaze followed the young man's every step, staring blankly at his back. Her brain still couldn't process what had just happened. Was it all a dream? Or a fantasy? Or just delusion?
Isn't that Anson?

Sharon looked over and saw a tall, slender figure. She was dressed simply in a white T-shirt and blue jeans, with a striking pink denim jacket that added a touch of spring to the gloomy autumn in London. Apart from sunglasses, she had no other special attire to conceal her figure and walked with an air of confidence.

In the bustling crowds at the airport, they quietly concealed their presence.

Everything was so ordinary and simple that Sharon almost doubted her own judgment—that the young man wasn't Anson at all; but why couldn't her gaze leave that figure? Why was her heart pounding so hard she couldn't calm down?

Reason told her that she might be mistaken, that it wasn't Anson at all.

My emotions kept tugging at my heartstrings, with surging excitement and happiness continuously erupting.

But how can she confirm it?

Just then, a sudden commotion broke out diagonally in front of us, followed by a scream that sent shockwaves through the entire Heathrow Airport.

"Anson."

"what!!!"

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, the noise and commotion of the crowd unconsciously turned towards the source of the sound. A group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls had carelessly tossed their luggage aside and were screaming in the same direction, oblivious to everything else. Following their gazes, the bustling crowd inexplicably parted as their eyes searched, creating a gap as a natural spotlight shone through.

A tall, slender, and handsome figure appeared before my eyes.

For a brief moment, there was an illusion that time and space seemed to freeze.

The figure seemed unaware of what was happening, remaining calm and composed. Confused by the situation, the figure looked around like the others.

Having discovered nothing amiss, he continued walking forward.

Unfortunately, such actions were meaningless to the group of enthusiastic girls. Their eyes lit up, their steps were light, and they screamed continuously as they skipped and jumped forward, completely surrounding the figure in the blink of an eye.

Like ants surrounding an elephant, the tall figure was trapped.

"Anson! Ahhhhhhh!"

The screams, cheers, and shouts were almost at the level of roaring. You could clearly feel the sound and surging of the alveoli bursting one after another in the chest cavity. The turbulent waves in the heart were accurately conveyed by the sound alone.

At this moment, the figure stopped and did not continue to forcibly leave the scene. He seemed to have taken off his sunglasses, and the next second Sharon began to worry that her eardrums might rupture at any moment.

"Ah! Ahhh!"

The screams climbed higher and higher, pushing the limits, and instantly soared three octaves, even surpassing Mariah Carey's dolphin-like high notes. The air was ignited, and the entire Heathrow Airport arrival hall was filled with a boiling, surging atmosphere.

Sharon's world, however, was put on pause at this moment, completely losing its ability to think, with only one thought in her mind:
Anson? It really was Anson?

Then, Anson turned around and, without warning, his eyes met Sharon's. It was clear that Anson's focus was on Sharon, which startled Sharon, who was completely confused about what had happened.

The next second, Anson spread his hands, shrugged slightly, and gave a helpless smile, his expression seemingly saying:

Unfortunately, he was caught anyway; he was just a hair's breadth away from being perfectly invisible.

Sharon couldn't help but burst out laughing, her mood bright and cheerful.

At this moment, Anson came alive. He was no longer just a name, a label, or a symbol, but a young man in his early twenties who, despite working in the spotlight and being the center of attention, never lost his grounded and independent spirit.

Subconsciously, Sharon wanted to take a step forward and get a closer look at Anson, even if she did nothing but carefully observe him.

Sharon had just taken a step when she stopped again—

The crowd surrounding Anson expanded rapidly, layer upon layer, like a cotton candy, and within seconds it had transformed into a honeycomb.

It's hard to believe that people would stop to watch a Hollywood star in London, at Heathrow Airport.

It's important to understand that here, even superstars like the Beatles, the Spice Girls, or David Beckham are not given enough time to be wasted by the people coming and going at the airport. Apart from media reporters and a few die-hard fans, everyone has their own things to do.

Occasionally, I see scenes of Heathrow Airport being crowded on TV or in newspapers. At least half of the 500 people are reporters, and the remaining half are probably innocent passersby who are stuck in place due to traffic congestion. The bustling noise is all thanks to the spotlight.

After all, this isn't a neon-lit place.

But now?

People arriving at the airport after a long journey need nothing more than terrible traffic and crowds. Instead, they temporarily abandoned their luggage and all flocked to Anson. The arrival hall exit, which was just a stone's throw away, instantly became a vast ocean, so close yet so far.

Such a scene is not common in London.

Anson seemed to realize this as well. Instead of rashly starting to flee, he stopped and began to take control of the situation.

"Calm down. Calm down!"

"Let's preserve some of London's face and dignity."

A simple joke caused the surrounding crowd to burst into laughter, creating a joyful atmosphere.

However, this did not stop people from getting closer, and more and more people gathered one after another.

"Who?"

"Anson!"

"Oh, God."

"You mean Peter Parker?"

Why is Anson here?

"It must be fake, how could it be!"