The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1912 Finding Peace Amidst the Noise
Blue sky, sunshine, ocean waves.

The whole world opened up instantly, the sky and sea stretched out before you, your vision extended infinitely into the distance, and your mood brightened accordingly.

A fierce wind howled, whipping against his face. Edgar raised his voice and shouted, "Hey, Lucas!"

Lucas stood with his arms crossed at the edge of the backyard, not going down to the beach, but gazing ahead, searching for that figure in the azure waves.

Edgar stopped beside Lucas, and he also spotted Anson. He wasn't alone; there was another person beside him.

"Who is that?" Edgar asked curiously. "The coach?"

Lucas, "Chris Evans".

Edgar gently raised his chin, revealing a knowing look, but couldn't help chuckling, "Why does it seem like Anson is teaching Chris to surf? I thought Chris was more agile and that he was the one who was better at sports. Indeed, appearances can be deceiving."

Edgar looked away and smiled. "Congratulations."

Lucas turned his head and looked at him questioningly.

Edgar: "An Oscar nomination. You know, the Wall Street Journal mentioned EGOT. If he wins this, Anson will only be missing a Tony Award."

"Hahaha. Just imagine the faces of those old scholars in the academy. They've always looked down on Anson, but now Anson is about to finish collecting EGOT."

"But I don't know if this will backfire. Nobody cared before, but now that the Wall Street Journal has mentioned it, those envious and jealous guys in Hollywood might deliberately not vote for Anson. Maybe that's why the Golden Globes didn't give Anson the Best Original Song award."

Tsk.

Edgar smacked his lips and pursed his lips.

The Hollywood Foreign Press Association is known for its keen senses and shrewdness; they are always able to keenly detect shifts in Hollywood's political climate. This is why the Golden Globes are considered a bellwether for the Oscars.

Now, although "Sunflower" is riding high and leading this year's pop craze with an almost unstoppable momentum, the Golden Globe Award for Best Original Song was awarded to "Alfie".

Who knows? Perhaps the Hollywood Foreign Press Association has already sensed the changing waters.

After rambling on for a while, Edgar finally noticed Lucas's silence.

Edgar had initially thought this was Lucas's usual style—silent and calm; but now it seemed that Lucas was being overly calm.

Edgar looked slightly surprised. "Lucas, what's wrong? You seem a little distracted today?"

Lucas turned to look at him, his face still expressionless.

Edgar felt a chill run down his spine from that glare and obediently shut his mouth. He knew it was better not to pry into Lucas's personal life.

Unexpectedly, Lucas's voice came from the side, "Anson and Annie... will no longer see each other."

Edgar was taken aback. "Huh?"

This time, Lucas did not respond further, but instead looked ahead.

A full beat too late, Edgar finally came to his senses. With no signal and no clues, he couldn't understand what had happened. "They've always been fine, haven't they?"

Edgar himself didn't realize that there was a hint of regret in his words. When he looked at Anson again, his eyes had subtly changed. "...But it's just a date. Young people, isn't it normal for things to break up and get back together?"

Edgar tried to force a smile and chuckled softly twice.

Lucas said quietly, "Perhaps for them, this has long since become more than just a date, but they themselves haven't realized it."

Edgar was taken aback. He opened his mouth to try to speak, but ultimately could not utter a sound. All his words turned into a soft sigh.

Directly ahead, Anson and Chris had finished surfing and were laughing and joking as they approached, carrying their surfboards. Chris was clearly complaining, but no one knew what Anson was saying. Chris looked up at the sky with a resigned expression, then lay flat back down on the beach. This made Anson laugh heartily. Ignoring Chris, he continued on, and in the distance, he saw Edgar and Lucas.

Anson... still looked like Anson, cheerful, handsome, and bright, greeting people with practiced ease, but Edgar seemed somewhat absent-minded.

"Captain?" Anson called out.

Edgar suddenly looked up.

Anson laughed immediately. "What's wrong? You look like a puppy that's just been abandoned."

Edgar grinned, but the smile seemed a little forced.

Anson noticed this, scrutinized Edgar for a moment, then his gaze drifted to Lucas, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "So, you confessed everything right away?"

Lucas silently shifted his gaze.

Anson chuckled and looked at Edgar again. "Relax. How many years until the end of the world? 2012, right? The time predicted by the Mayan civilization?"

Edgar shook his head helplessly. "It seems you're fine. There's nothing to worry about."

Anson shrugged slightly. "I'm not as good as I look, but you're right, there's no need to worry. I just... need some time."

That's the truth. He needs some time to sort out his thoughts and also some time to rediscover himself.

People often have this misconception that they know themselves better than anyone else in the world.

Logically speaking, things should be like this; but real life is often more complicated. We don't even understand ourselves, and we don't seem to know ourselves that well. If that's the case, then how can we expect others to understand us?
This applies to love, family, and friendship as well.

Perhaps this is an opportunity, a chance for Anson to truly understand himself. He needs some time, and so does Annie.

Ironically, even after two lifetimes, he was still not as insightful, omnipotent, or omniscient as he had imagined. All the bitterness, confusion, loss, and emptiness were real. But this time, Anson was not going to run away, just like Jack, because running away could not solve the problem.

Edgar glanced at Anson, who was soaking wet. "So you chose surfing?"

Anson proudly showed off his surfboard, saying, "Try some new challenges, try different possibilities in life, try to explore different colors of life, let everything take its natural course, isn't that what life is all about?"

A smile blossoms.

Edgar and Lucas exchanged a glance. They both knew that Anson was acting this way on purpose to reassure them, but they could also see that Anson was neither avoiding nor denying anything, which was a good thing.

At that moment, Chris rushed over, yelling, "You just left me there like a jellyfish?"

Anson turned his head. "How do you resemble a jellyfish? Please don't insult jellyfish, okay?"

Chris bumped into Anson, shoving him aside, and then stood still. "Hey, Edgar, you're here so early? Did this guy get dumped?"

"If so, it's completely understandable. Who would have thought that Anson Wood would end up like this, right? Hahaha."

They kick someone when they're down, rub salt into their wounds, and gloat without any restraint.

Anson understands perfectly well. Throughout Chris Evans and Jessica Biel's on-again, off-again relationship over the years, Anson has always played the role of an experienced person, offering his reasoning with great clarity.

Now, Chris has finally found an opportunity for revenge.

Anson replied calmly, "Doctors don't heal themselves, right?"

(End of this chapter)