The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2012 Unforgettable Tonight
buzzing...

After all the noise and clamor reach their peak, they enter a vacuum phase where all sounds seem to disappear, leaving only the continuous roar reverberating on the eardrums.

Frenzied and turbulent.

On the red carpet, Anson finally took a step, and millions of hearts pounded and swayed with his steps, the world revolving around him.

puff-

My heart skipped a beat.

Anson surprised everyone by walking towards the sides of the red carpet entrance instead of straight ahead.

The brain stops functioning.

Generally speaking, this is an awards ceremony, not a premiere, so media interviews are the focus, and guests should spend time interacting with the media; however, Anson did not.

Anson took the initiative to step forward, waving, giving a high five, and greeting him in a friendly and cordial manner.

The audience members on both sides of the red carpet were not prepared. They were so shocked and surprised that the awards ceremony had been used as a tool and a template to stand by, but the fourth wall had been broken and they had actually entered the scene. They were so surprised that they didn't even have time to react and were instead extremely shy and reserved.

The hustle and bustle blended into the sweltering heat of the Los Angeles sunset. The noise on the red carpet seemed to quiet down a little. The Kodak Theatre was dragged into a black hole, where all the madness and passion seeped into the veins, colliding and surging deep within the body, burning fiercely like wildfire.

The scene unfolded slowly like a scroll painting, much like "Along the River During the Qingming Festival," serene yet magnificent. Although the hustle and bustle seemed to have subsided slightly, and the atmosphere of the Kodak Theatre had entered a small trough after reaching a peak, one could still feel the surging energy continuously emanating from within, the roar in one's mind almost exploding, etching tonight's Oscars into history.

This scene, witnessed by Anson, brought a smile to his face.

"Believe me, we are all the same."

Anson left a message, then continued walking amidst laughter, finally entering the media area.

At this point, the audience members behind the scenes gradually came to their senses. They finally realized what had just happened: Anson had broken the fourth wall, making them truly part of the red carpet. The sense of realism transformed into a wave of heat rushing towards them, followed by a massive burst of fire spreading out from both sides of the red carpet.

boom!
All sounds above the eardrums disappeared, as if the head had been plunged into an icy lake. All sounds became distant and ethereal. Although we were in the same space, we were out of place in different times. Yet, our senses of sight, hearing, touch, and even smell could still perceive the frenzy before us.

This is the true pinnacle.

Despite the fact that this is the Oscars, a place of excitement and star-studded events; despite the storm that engulfed this evening because of Leonardo DiCaprio and Gisele Bündchen's appearance.

But only now did the Kodak Theatre finally witness the ultimate in the world of fame and fortune, the whole world spinning and mesmerizing, the heat wave pouring down like a waterfall.

I almost forgot to breathe.

Ahead, reporters were frantically calling out Anson's name, but they were drowned out by the surging sound from behind, and everyone looked over in horror.

My heart was pounding, but I had no time to think. I frantically called out to Anson, hoping he would take the recorder from my hand.

It's all just instinct.

Compared to the audience and the gossip-loving guests, the media reporters were no better off, shouting their hearts out.

Syllables intertwined and collided, losing their original meaning, leaving only a roaring sound burning fiercely in the orange sunset. In the surging crowd, Anson noticed Nicholas drifting with the tide, swaying and trembling like a puppet.

The scene was a little funny. Anson stopped and looked through the crowd. "Hey, Nick, you seem unusually quiet today."

brush brush --

Nicholas instantly experienced the feeling of being pierced by a thousand arrows. His colleagues from all directions wished they could tear him apart and devour him. His skin stung slightly, which made him feel Anson's influence once again. He didn't even need to do anything extra; a single glance or a single word could kill someone without them even realizing it.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Of course, he wasn't truly quiet. He immediately straightened up, only to find that his feet couldn't touch the ground.

Leaving slightly off the ground and hovering in mid-air, this sensation must have been unprecedented, which made Nicholas's smile grow even wider.

Nicholas tried to spread his hands, but found he couldn't even do that. "I'm enjoying this moment. I was just thinking that this is a moment to remember, and I need to record it with my eyes and brain, to remember this night with my voice, my smell, and my skin temperature."

“Ha.” Anson chuckled. “It’s my honor, and I’m very happy to be here tonight.”

Unexpectedly, Nicholas shook his head and said, "No, it's not because you're attending the Oscars, but because the Oscars have finally welcomed the most important actor since the millennium."

The praise was not grand or passionate, but rather a straightforward statement, as if it were simply stating a self-evident reality.

Anson was slightly taken aback.

Nicholas didn't miss it; a smug smile appeared in his eyes. It was rare to see the quick-witted Anson make such an expression.

Anson chuckled, spread his hands, and said with a nonchalant expression, "It seems I'll have a hard time forgetting tonight."

A lighthearted remark elicited chuckles from the surrounding reporters, and a sigh rippled through the crowd: "Don't worry, we won't forget it either."

Anson frowned slightly and quipped in the direction of the voice, "That's a good thing, right? This shouldn't be the last masterpiece of my career, right?"

Haha, hahaha!

The group burst into laughter.

Only Anson could stand on the Oscars red carpet with such confidence, casually making jokes and banter.

Nicholas didn't miss the opportunity, seizing the opening to ask the question everyone was concerned about that evening, "So, Anson, how are you feeling?"

The simplest question contains far too many profound meanings.

In an instant, Anson could feel a slight burning sensation on his skin, and goosebumps rose all over his body. He smiled and met the gazes. "I don't believe I belong here. I think I might have misread the invitation, and I'm considering whether I should turn around and leave while there's still time."

Everyone was taken aback. They thought Anson would say, like in "Friday Night with Jonathan Ross," that the Oscars were no different from other award ceremonies, or that he would take the initiative to reach out to the Academy to promote the Oscars. All sorts of guesses were wrong.

What kind of answer is this?
Nicholas hadn't anticipated this either. Was Anson planning to continue attacking the academy? Things weren't going as he expected, and he instinctively asked, "Why?"

Anson shrugged slightly. "Oh, tonight I'm attending as a singer, and I hope I'll have the opportunity to attend as an actor in the future. It might feel a little different then."

(End of this chapter)