The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2023 Moonlight Like Water
The world plunged into darkness, without a sound or a glimmer of light, like a black hole, floating in the boundless void. In the end, only my own heartbeat remained, pounding against my eardrums again and again. The chaotic thoughts in my mind turned into a cacophony that almost overwhelmed me.

Incredibly, as if it were a live broadcast mishap, the Kodak Theatre and millions of households simultaneously went black, instantly plunging fifty million people into silence.

Noisy. Chaotic. Annoying. Cursing and swearing.

Yet they couldn't budge the darkness before them in the slightest. A spiral of emotions, a mixture of anticipation and excitement, curiosity and tension, began to rise, to the point that they forgot to breathe.

In the endless void, time and space lose their meaning, and thoughts instantly transform into a blank, until—

"Eh, eh, eh... Waaaaaah..."

An echo came from the depths of the universe, ethereal and profound, its direction unclear, seemingly able to surround one, with sounds coming from all directions, the heart uncontrollably responding to the humming, pounding wildly.

There was no background music or accompaniment, just a quiet a cappella performance, swirling in the air.

"Eh, eh."

"Waaaaah... Waaah..."

In the blink of an eye, calm returned. If it weren't for the lingering aftertaste in the air that matched the pounding of my heart, I would almost think that nothing had happened and that it was just my imagination. The endless nothingness was like a cold tide, slowly swallowing and drowning everyone.

The more this happened, the more excited I became, my heart beat faster and faster, and it felt like it was about to burst out of my throat.

Then--

Snapped.

A spotlight shone, like moonlight, gently and brightly outlining the figure's silhouette, enveloping it in a soft halo as if it were floating in the universe.

That was none other than Anson.

Sitting quietly in front of the piano, face down, focused intently on the black and white keys, long and strong fingers fall, and crisp and cheerful notes flow down like a trickle, following the mountains, passing cliffs, damp moss, and round stones, rushing and flying in the sunlight.

A gentle breeze, carrying moisture and sunlight, caresses your face. The damp air feels slightly warm, lightly and cheerfully patting your cheeks. Clean, refreshing oxygen fills your cells, making you want to close your eyes, open your arms, and embrace the boundless greenery. Gently lie back and bask in the golden sunlight.

Vast fields of golden sunflowers bloom proudly amidst the bright and splendid spring.

Feeling refreshed and invigorated. Completely captivated.

In the vast world, only that one beam of light enveloped a figure, who stared intently, holding his breath, before realizing it, he had been sucked into a black hole, seemingly entering a parallel universe, a mysterious world, freed from the constraints of gravity, suspended in mid-air, flying freely to the rhythm of the music.

Thoughts, distractions, even the physical body—all vanish. Nothing matters anymore. Unconsciously, one becomes a musical note, soaring along with the melody.

Without expending any extra effort, their attention was completely captivated, all noise vanished instantly, and whether in the Kodak Theatre or in front of their television sets, the massive crowd of fifty million people held their breath, lost in the moment, experiencing the performance with their hearts and souls.

The black and white piano keys produce clean and crisp, bright and light sounds. Joy and happiness dance in the notes the moment the fingertips collide with the keys. No words, no sound, and not even body language are needed. The charm of music is fully displayed in the melody.

Hearts, like sunflowers, bloom and turn towards the sun, every cell in the body shouting joyfully. Incredibly, even more unbelievably, a bustling crowd surrounds the spotlight, prostrating themselves at the feet of the piano, gazing at that figure with reverence.

Who I am, where I am, what I am doing—all of that becomes unimportant. Even the Oscars ceremony has lost its meaning. After a long and arduous wait, overcoming countless difficulties, the moment I've been longing for has finally arrived. The melody that has flowed through my blood countless times over the past six months easily awakens the body and subconscious response, effortlessly becoming a part of it.

At this moment, the world is in sync; even breathing and heartbeats unconsciously synchronize, and fifty million people are as one.

Deep within my soul, I found myself humming along uncontrollably. Even without making a sound, my body couldn't help but sway and tap to the rhythm. A sense of excitement and happiness began to stir within me, like a seed preparing to sprout in spring, its vibrant life force impossible to suppress.

Then--

Anson's hands landed heavily on the black and white piano keys, producing a resounding sound, like a pebble falling into a calm lake, ripples spreading outwards. The bright moonlight surged forth in waves, the darkness receded, and the world slowly brightened in the shimmering halo. A mysterious world unfolded in the lens, revealing its full splendor. The magnificent and breathtaking scenery instantly took our breath away, leaving us in awe.

Only now did people, whose attention was completely focused on Anson, finally have time to take in the whole scene.

Wait, this isn't the Kodak Theatre stage!
This is the main entrance to the Kodak Theatre, which is also the entrance for tonight's red carpet event.

The red carpet was still in place, and a small stage was set up at the very front entrance, consisting of a piano, a microphone, and a chair.

At this moment, a bustling, densely packed audience surrounded the stage and stretched along the red carpet toward the Kodak Theatre, creating a magnificent and unforgettable spectacle.

Just moments ago, everything was hidden in darkness, completely silent, and no one noticed. Now, as the story unfolds like a scroll, it instantly shuts down my brain.

What on earth is this?
An indoor performance instantly transformed into an outdoor music festival? Did the Oscars really dare to approve Anson's performance proposal so boldly and recklessly? Not only did it break with tradition, but it also completely changed the performance format?

Surprise hit me all at once, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was being swept into a hurricane in a state of weightlessness, and the world in my mind began to spin.

However, before he could even process the first wave of surprise, Anson stood up and finally revealed his full look—

Shock.

A gasp of astonishment instantly stirred up a storm.

A black suit and a white shirt—the simplest and most basic combination, yet it's far more than that.

A pearl white stand-up collar shirt paired with a dark black jacket suit. The suit jacket hem just goes past the waistline and is finished with a one-finger-wide piece of silk fabric. This not only echoes the silk lapel but also clearly defines the body's golden ratio, completely abandoning the design of Armani's classic bodycon retro suit.

The clean, flowing lines and form-fitting fabric exude a noble yet forbidden elegance, culminating in the season's most classic silk bow tie. While simple to the extreme, the intricate details break away from rigid rules.

Furthermore, paired with a pair of Adidas retro Trefoil white shell toe sneakers, the rebellious and unrestrained rock spirit breaks free from the constraints of elegance and roars out.

One appearance, a stunning debut, effortlessly igniting the mind. Without exception.

(End of this chapter)