The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2025 Ten Thousand Horses Galloping
Time, frozen in time, transforms a fleeting moment into eternity.

Even years later, Hollywood still couldn't forget the moment Anson stormed into the Kodak Theatre at the 77th Academy Awards in 2005.

After a dizzying, sweltering experience, the surge of youthful hormones awakens, and at midnight, bathed in golden sunlight, one runs wildly and soars freely.

In that instant when his heart was pounding and his breath was ragged, Anson burst into the Kodak Theatre, like a rebel breaking into the Academy, and also into the souls of fifty million viewers, leaving an indelible mark that became a generation's memory.

Then, with a smile, Anson raised his hand and unbuttoned the top button of his suit jacket, flicking the hem as if breaking free from its constraints.

“Every time I try to leave, you make things difficult. I wish I could stay by your side and give you a reason to keep going.”

Stumbling and staggering, Anson walked along the passage, his left hand outstretched like wings.

Unexpectedly, this action turned into a call to action, and the guests and audience on both sides of the aisle could no longer contain themselves and stood up to try to give Anson a high five.

One, two, three, four, five—in the blink of an eye, it evolved into a wave. More and more guests stood up, temporarily forgetting the Oscars and temporarily setting aside their inhibitions, simply wanting to indulge themselves, cast aside their constraints, and enjoy the music.

The suppressed emotions finally broke free of control. No one wanted to miss this moment, even though no one knew what had happened. A strong urge to "not miss this moment" gripped their hearts, so they let passion and madness take over, indulging freely in this atmosphere.

The wind blew across the wheat fields, spreading wave after wave throughout the Kodak Theatre.

“Whenever I travel far away, I can always hear your voice calling me. You are desperate to win my trust, and nothing can stop you, even if we have to risk everything now.”

Anson was completely immersed in it, letting his adrenaline surge and burn, reveling in this frenzy, his free and unrestrained singing expressing all his emotions without reservation.

Then, Anson went to the front of the stage and saw Kate.

Kate had already broken free of her restraints and stood up, completely disregarding her pale purple evening gown, raising her hands high and dancing to the rhythm.

Kate Winslet is enjoying the music and the performance as if she were at a music festival.

She didn't forget that this was the Oscars, a high-profile event where people always expect to perform perfectly and be well-mannered, but she didn't want to be constrained by that.

She wanted to party, she wanted to dance, she wanted to be as free as Anson, to run wild on the red carpet at the Kodak Theatre, and to sing her heart out on stage.

So she did just that.

She didn't know how others felt, but she was extremely happy, her smile blooming freely and radiantly, her whole heart soaring freely in the golden sunlight.

Now, she finally understands the charm of "Singin' in the Rain". When happiness reaches its peak, when joy reaches its peak, one really wants to dance. Just like when she was a child, she didn't know how to express her happiness in words, so she laughed, jumped and danced, doing dance steps that didn't make sense.

Turning around, Kate saw Anson.

"Ha ha!"

Kate's smile was unstoppable. She stared wide-eyed at Anson, clapping and cheering, and couldn't help but jump around and scream.

Then, Anson extended his left hand, making an inviting gesture.

Kate was taken aback, confused: This step hadn't been planned beforehand!

Anson didn't have time to speak, nor did he expect to run into Kate here, dancing freely in the open space in front.

Anson simply gazed at Kate, his eyes fixed on her, as if he were confiding his innermost feelings, and softly sang.

"I know your fear of the unknown, and you don't want to face it alone; I know I'm always coming and going, but things are not under my control." Tender, broken, yet extremely romantic.

Anson looked up and met Kate's eyes. Their gazes locked, and time seemed to stand still.

Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaahhhhh!

Every cell in his body was screaming, yet he couldn't utter a sound. He just stood there, frozen in place, staring intently at the screen and the camera.

Huff, huff.

Kate's breathing was slightly disordered and rapid. She stared blankly at Anson, and as if possessed, she put her right hand into Anson's left hand.

Anson politely shook her hand and slightly raised his left hand. Kate, bewildered, twirled around like a ballerina in a music box, her light purple skirt fluttering in the wind.

One lap, the end. Anson released his right hand, pulled back a distance, and turned to say goodbye.

"Then you will fall to the mortal world, and unless I stay by your side, you will be like a sunflower, your love too intense."

As Anson stepped onto the stage, his gaze followed him like a shadow. In the nonchalant way he waved his sleeves and left without a trace, one could subtly taste a hint of bitterness and sorrow.

The brighter the smile, the more overwhelming the sense of loss and loneliness, all of which are hidden within the lighthearted melody.

Kate slightly raised her chin and tilted her head back, gazing quietly and deeply at that figure standing on the stage, so tall and upright, as if he could hold up the whole world with his own strength; but the loneliness and sadness hidden between the notes grabbed her heart.

The world fell silent at that moment, and each note landed on my heart, gently striking me.

"Otherwise you will fall into the mortal world, unless I stay by your side. You are a sunflower, you are a sunflower..."

Unusually, Anson did not handle it calmly, but instead continued to rise, with a light and carefree eight notes that further ignited the emotion of the melody.

The scene before our eyes was truly unbelievable. It was hard to imagine that Anson, who had just been running and sprinting all the way, was still able to maintain his breath and pitch and deliver another top-notch performance. But there was no time to sigh. Our thoughts were already burning with excitement in Anson's singing.

In those piercing high notes, all emotions were released without reservation—positive and negative, happy and sad, nothing was held back.

In that brief moment, not only Kate, but everyone looked up at Anson, slightly lost in thought, staring blankly at that figure.

Leonardo DiCaprio was no exception. He never envied actors who could sing and dance, as singing and dancing were never in his DNA. But at this moment, he felt the charm of Anson's performance, and more importantly, he felt a heart-wrenching sigh and bitterness.

Leonardo turned his head instinctively.

Sure enough, Giselle stared at him like a sunflower, her eyes fixed on him, her bright pupils reflecting his face, and he was stunned.

However, there was no time to think or let it ferment; on stage, Anson broke the balance at the climax of the melody.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's begin!"

Wait, shall we begin?
What to start with?
Everyone looked at each other, puzzled. The next second, the Kodak Theatre provided the answer—

Like a stampede of horses, the entire theater was instantly filled, and a large influx of people could be seen pouring into the empty spaces beyond the seats.

The air instantly ignited.

(End of this chapter)