The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1899 Half asleep and half awake
Is it really okay to discuss food in the bathroom?

However, no sooner had Scarlett finished speaking than her stomach rumbled.

She raised her eyes, looking at Anson with a dazed and confused expression. The two exchanged a glance and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Anson shrugged slightly. "Discussing food in the bathroom. Thinking about acting while lying in vomit. That's Hollywood, the glamorous Hollywood."

"Haha." Scarlett laughed heartily, "Wearing Chanel and Cartier, sitting on the roadside vomiting violently..."

As she laughed, Scarlett's stomach began to churn again—

vomit.

Scarlett vomited again, but this time, her stomach was empty, and she couldn't even vomit stomach acid. She quickly regained her composure.

Raising her eyes, Scarlett could see Anson standing far, far away, pressed against the bathroom door, keeping her distance. His appearance made her chuckle. "There's too little space here; you have nowhere to escape."

Anson spread his hands. "But we still have to try, just to put our minds at ease. Do you know how long the smell of vomit can linger on clothes?"

Scarlett shook her head. "No, I don't know, but it seems you know very well. I didn't expect you to be like this, Anson."

Anson chuckled and sat down against the wall diagonally opposite Scarlett, cross-legged on the floor, looking quite different from the superstar image people usually imagine. "Now it seems you've recovered and are fully awake? Shouldn't we go out? There's still a line outside."

Scarlett leaned against the wall like a rag doll, her eyes closed, her temples still throbbing, her breathing becoming erratic.

"If they're in a hurry, they'll knock on the door..."

Bang bang bang!
A knock came at the door, interrupting Scarlett's next words. The two looked up, exchanged a glance, and chuckled quietly.

Finally, Anson regained his composure and said loudly, "Give us one more minute."

Complaints and grumbling drifted from outside the door: "One minute is enough? Looks like you're pretty fast."

Hahaha, buzz buzz buzz.

There was a lot of laughter and noise outside the door.

Anson withdrew his gaze and immediately noticed the mischievous look on Scarlett's face. He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Looks like they don't mind waiting a little longer. So, why don't you show them your true strength?"

Anson said earnestly, "That's what I think too."

A smile welled up in their eyes, and the two of them chuckled softly.

You can vaguely sense the air in the bathroom getting warmer. The ambiguity arising from the conversation collided between their eyes, and their gazes paused briefly.

Then, Anson shifted the focus, "So, what happened tonight? The party got out of control?"

Scarlett didn't speak, leaning against the wall with a dazed look in her eyes, inadvertently revealing a hint of sadness and loneliness.

Anson noticed, "Is the media still bothering you?"

“Heh.” Scarlett gave a wry smile. “It’s not just the media.”

After a pause, Scarlett didn't want to speak, but after enduring it all night, suppressing it again and again, she finally found an outlet.

They still couldn't control themselves. "When you win a Golden Globe nomination, they start asking you when you expect to win an Oscar nomination."

"When you're nominated for a Golden Globe two years in a row, they start asking you how it feels to not win for two consecutive years."

"When you keep challenging yourself with independent films, they ask if you're being aloof and distancing yourself from popcorn movies; when you try acting in commercial films, they ask if you're tired of art films."

"It's never going to end. It's never going to end..."

Frustration, distress, struggle.

Everything was as expected. This was also a major reason why Anson invited Scarlett Johansson to star in "Children of Men." However, "Children of Men" has only just finished filming and is still a long way from being released, so the clamor of gossip continues to buzz around like flies, creating noise and trouble. At this year's Golden Globes, Scarlett's career continues to flourish. Although "A Love Song for Bobby Long" received lower-than-expected reviews, it still earned her a nomination for Best Actress in a Drama.

Among the young and emerging actresses, Scarlett Johansson has already stood out.

This should have been a good thing; however, in Hollywood, people always have the ability to turn a good thing into a bad thing, and the ability to easily anger everyone.

The media is only one part of it. In fact, the faces of those who sow discord and kick someone when they're down in the world of fame and fortune are far uglier than those in the media.

“I’m sorry,” Anson said.

Scarlett was taken aback, staring blankly at Anson. "This is so unlike you."

Anson raised an eyebrow slightly. "So what's my style?"

Scarlett thought for a moment, "Get them all out of here."

“Haha.” Anson laughed out loud. “Indeed, I’ll tell them to get lost and stop interfering in my life. If they’re envious, they can keep it to themselves.”

Phew.

Scarlett finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Anson shrugged slightly. "But neither you nor I can shut others up."

"This is a place of fame and fortune, where very few can stand out, and only a small group of people can stand at the top of the pyramid. This means that we are always in the sight of others, and we must always live in the envious and jealous eyes of others."

"They will not stop. They will only chatter and gossip, constantly making malicious speculations with their narrow, evil, stupid, and ignorant ideas, because that is the only way they can find motivation to keep going in their miserable lives."

Have you heard that saying?

"In Hollywood, if someone speaks ill of you, it means you've succeeded."

Scarlett lowered her eyes, chewed carefully for a moment, and the corners of her mouth turned up completely, finally turning into a soft laugh. "Then it seems I've succeeded very well."

Anson: "Of course. Not everyone gets to enjoy this kind of treatment. Look at me, nobody asks me when I'll be nominated for an Oscar."

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "That's because you look too menacing, okay? You don't dare to ask questions to my face, but you all whisper behind my back."

Anson shrugged slightly. "You should do the same."

Scarlett's smile froze at the corner of her mouth.

Anson, "You should also be fierce and menacing, and tell them to get lost. If they have the guts, they should say those things to your face, and then you should attack them directly. Be upright and honest, we don't need to explain anything to them, and their dark thoughts shouldn't be a bother to us."

"It should not become a source of our suffering."

Anson's lips curled up slightly. "In fact, you shouldn't learn from me, but from Keanu."

Keanu Reeves, despite being at the top of Hollywood's pyramid, lives like an ordinary person.

It wasn't just about taking the subway or going to the supermarket; his life was always simple and unpretentious, even comparable to that of a homeless person, persisting in a life of having nothing.

“I still have countless material desires. Today I want to eat a hamburger, tomorrow I want to eat steak, and in the blink of an eye I want to buy a yacht and go out to sea.”

"No, no, no, I shouldn't be a role model."

Self-deprecation, teasing, and playful banter.

Scarlett looked at Anson's relaxed expression and could no longer contain herself. Her smile blossomed, and laughter boomed and swirled in her chest.

(End of this chapter)