The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1856 One-Page Note

Scene after scene flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern, from last night until now, memories, some blurry and some clear, surged up all at once.

Finally, Annie couldn't resist and buried her head in the covers.

"Aa ...

unbelievable!

Even after sorting out all her thoughts, she still couldn't believe that it had actually happened. She could leave London right now... no, leave Earth, go to Mars, no, no, leave the Milky Way. She could no longer look Anson in the eye.

She could even picture Anson's expression.

"what!!!"

A knock, a series of knocks came at the door, interrupting Annie's voice.

"Miss Hathaway, are you alright?"

Anne looked up abruptly, holding her breath. "No, I'm fine. Everything is alright, everything is perfect, everything couldn't be better."

Tears streamed down my face, my heart was shattered.

Noah, being an honest man, believed him. "Mr. Wood said I'll be your driver today, and you can go wherever you want. If you don't know what to choose for lunch, he left a few options for you to choose from."

Anywhere is fine?

Does that include the film set? Could she visit the set to see Anson and Scarlett working?

A thought popped into her head, but Annie immediately cut it off, exhaled a long breath, and forced herself to calm down.

Anson said that today's scene is very important and very difficult. Not only the actors, but the entire crew is working at high speed to prepare.

She shouldn't go and disturb them. She hopes the crew's work goes smoothly today and that Anson and his team can capture the scenes they envision.

Noah waited in vain for a reply, then cautiously called out again, "Miss Hathaway, is everything alright?"

Anne finally snapped out of her daze. "Yes. It's fine. I, uh, I'm still a little tired and want to stay in bed a bit longer. I'll go out for afternoon tea later."

"Have you eaten? If not, please have lunch first."

Noah: “Don’t worry about me, Miss Hathaway, I’ve already eaten. Take your time, at your own pace. Mr. Wood said you might need to adjust to the time difference, but he said it’s best not to adjust completely since you’re going to Canada soon.”

The simple words, relayed by Noah, seemed plain and unassuming, but Anne could sense Anson's thoughtfulness and consideration behind them.

A smile returned to her lips.

"Okay, I know."

Annie lay back down, rolling around on the bed, burying herself completely in the blankets. There was a refreshing, dry scent of pine and soapberry, just like Anson's scent, and her cheeks involuntarily flushed again.

He rolled around and around, and even though nothing was wrong, a smile still crept onto his lips, and for no reason, his mind started to wander.

There are many, many colors.

Finally, Annie remembered her phone—

Yes, the phone. I haven't checked the phone for almost 24 hours since yesterday afternoon. It should be fine, right?
I found my phone on the bedside table, turned it on, and saw fourteen missed calls and twenty-two unread text messages. The numbers came rushing in.

Anne choked for a moment: What happened?

Oops!

In a moment of panic, Annie was about to open her inbox to read the text messages carefully when her gaze fell on a sticky note on the bedside table. It was more like a page from a diary, with light blue horizontal stripes visible on it.

Above is a sketch, a pencil sketch, in primary colors, black and white, with elegant yet delicate strokes outlining the lines. It seems hasty and casual but is actually vivid and lively, capturing the eye with its light touch.

Anne's heart had forgotten to beat.

That's her.

A sketch of her.

She drifted peacefully into sleep, her long, shimmering hair cascading lazily and casually. Unconsciously, she used her fingertips to meticulously trace the contours of her face—eyes, eyebrows, nose, lips, and chin. In those strokes, one could feel focus and warmth, spreading from her fingertips.

Suddenly, Annie's fingers curled up and she quickly pulled them back.

Staring blankly at the sketch, a surge of intense heat rapidly expanded in my chest, almost bursting open. I felt like a hot air balloon defying gravity and soaring into the air. The happiness and joy I felt were indescribable, and the world began to spin.

In the bottom right corner of the sketch, a stylish signature appears: "AW"—

Anson Wood.

This was a birthday gift. Although there was no message or words, Annie knew it was a birthday gift.

Last night, Anson said that because he was busy with work, he completely forgot his birthday, and even his own birthday, so naturally he did not prepare a birthday gift.

This is the truth.

So, he prepared this gift last night after she fell asleep.

Anne couldn't help but wonder what Anson was thinking when he came out and saw this scene after she had fallen asleep, which had disrupted her mood. She wondered how he sat down, picked up a pen and paper, sat on the edge of the bed, and carefully drew those lines.

Judging from the angle and direction of the sketch, Anson should be sitting at the foot of the bed, looking towards the light.

Anne seemed to still be able to feel the gazes, the warmth, and the touch on her skin, and she rolled around again, clutching the sketch.

Like a child.

Without a doubt, this was the best birthday of her life.

Unfortunately, Anne did not stay in London for long.

Some of the missed calls and text messages were from family and friends wishing her a happy birthday. This phone number was a private number, and all the blessings came from her closest relatives. Although it wasn't an important birthday, they still didn't forget it and sent their birthday wishes as soon as possible.

Part of the reason came from her agent. Before leaving London, Anne had informed her agent of the entire plan and said that she would stay in London for a few days and go directly to Alberta, Canada upon her return. However, it is clear that the situation changed as soon as Anne left North America.

The "Brokeback Mountain" production team hopes the actors will travel to Alberta in advance to build rapport and adapt to life there.

Actually, the production team specifically requested Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal, while it wasn't a strict requirement for the others, but the agent wanted Anne to go.

In Hollywood, people are always more critical of "flower vases," both inside and out, in terms of what they can and cannot see.

Before Anne confirmed that she had landed the role of Lureen, Heath and Jack had already been confirmed to star. Both of them were getting into character in their own ways. Heath even lived in Montana for half a year to speak with an authentic cowboy accent, since the original novel was set in Montana.

Jack also went there two months in advance to learn cowboy skills, because in the story, he is a racing cowboy and there are many cowboy scenes.

Clearly, Anne is behind schedule: Lulin is also a cowgirl, and although she doesn't have many scenes, she still has cowgirl shots. The production team said they could use a stunt double, but Anne wants to try it herself. If she tries it and it doesn't work, then they can use a stunt double.

If possible, she would still prefer to do it herself.

Now, the production team wants the actors to go ahead and get used to cowboy life, and Annie has no reason to refuse.

(End of this chapter)