The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2042 Let's Watch and Go
A sense of tranquility permeated the air, making the hustle and bustle outside the private room all the more apparent. Although it was lunchtime and there weren't many customers in the restaurant, the takeout business was still booming.

Edgar broke the balance, but his words remained in the air without a response; only the noise in the air poured down.

This made Edgar somewhat uneasy, and he couldn't help but look at Anson.

Anson was lost in his thoughts. He had been sick for the past few days, and had been in a semi-conscious state, with chaotic dreams constantly swirling in his mind. He kept thinking of Annie.

Dreams intertwine and entangle, making it difficult to distinguish between past and present lives. Upon waking, only fragments remain, unable to find the thread or recall the plot. One can only vaguely recall Annie's figure, being swept into the storm of memories time and time again, helplessly and completely lost within it.

Then, Anson finally spoke.

She said, "I don't understand myself. I've never really figured out what I want."

“I tried to deny it, but… I couldn’t.”

He thought he understood perfectly well that he wanted to enjoy life, refused to have any regrets, and wanted to open his arms to embrace everything he loved.

However, the fear and unease deep in his heart lingered. He didn't even know what he was afraid of: the fear of losing everything he had, the fear of waking up to find it was all a dream, and the fear that no one would love him after his true face was discovered.

To be honest, he hated himself for it, even despised and scorned it.

However, he still couldn't get rid of it.

If reality were like a game, where a potion could restore health and magic, level up and be completely refreshed, and if you failed a level, you could reload and start over, that would be wonderful.

Unfortunately, reality is not a game.

Rather than saying he wanted to escape his memories or Hollywood, it's more accurate to say he wanted to escape himself—that cowardly, timid, flawed, and imperfect self.

Anson knows that no one is perfect, even if he is reborn, but he is still trying to escape the pursuit and capture of his inner shadow.

call.

He exhaled softly, a smile playing on his lips. There was no pain or unease, only a hint of mockery in his eyes. Anson made a sarcastic remark.

"So, when I'm at the company and people look at me with admiration and adoration, I can't help but think, 'You'll be disappointed.'"

Edgar couldn't help but call out, "Anson..."

Lucas scoffed from the side, "They've finally seen the truth as I see it."

Anson protested, "Hey! Luca!"

Lucas ignored him and looked at Edgar instead. "I've never understood those who say he's sexy. Have they seen Anson without bones? If they saw him with his socks, pants, and clothes strewn all over the place, and how messy he looks in the morning, I don't think anyone would still think he's sexy."

Edgar looked slightly helpless, and a twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Lucas: "I think they've all gone mad."

After a pause, Lucas turned to look at Anson. "But I won't be disappointed."

Anson was taken aback, his smile lingering on his lips.

Lucas continued, his calm voice seemingly repeating a self-evident fact, just like "one plus one equals two," "I know your true self, those embarrassing, those pathetic, those utterly terrible sides, but I still won't be disappointed."

“You are still my brother, you are still the youngest son of the Wood family, and to me, you will always be Anson.”

Caught off guard, Anson was struck hard. He tried to make a sarcastic remark, "Luca, where did you learn these lines from? They're so cheesy."

But his nose tingled slightly, and he took two deep breaths to barely control the warmth in his eyes before bursting into laughter. "That performance was brilliant. Don't do that again." Lucas remained silent beside him.

Edgar smiled. "In my eyes, it's the same."

Anson rolled his eyes. "God, are we doing an Oprah Winfrey show right now?"

Edgar burst out laughing. "I mean, the first time I met you, I knew you were always showing your true self."

"Not just the beautiful side, but the real side."

"But I still believe you're a good person. Well, it turns out I was wrong, but you still managed to fool most of the audience, didn't you?"

This is a rant?
Anson burst out laughing. "Captain, your skill with hidden arrows has improved; that's commendable."

Then, Anson continued, “So, I want to keep working. Sure, I want to escape those admiring eyes and avoid making me continue to hate myself; but the real reason is that I need to work, and I think that's the best way for me to find peace.”

Lucas didn't speak, but his usually expressionless face furrowed his brow as he stared intently at Anson with an incredulous look.

This is more lethal than any language.

Anson raised his hands in surrender. "I know, I know, the past two months have been absolutely crazy. So let's slow down and get back to the set."

"Work on a film set is very structured, usually from nine to five, and life is very regular, which is completely different from the awards season."

Lucas: Heh.

When Anson joined the crew, the shooting schedule was indeed relatively fixed, but the time he spent researching the character outside of filming was simply incalculable.

Edgar noticed Anson's pleading look. He didn't dare look at Lucas at all, only feeling that the shoulder on the side closest to Lucas was completely stiff. "At least one thing is true: the awards season schedule is special and cannot be calculated according to the usual standards. Compared to the awards season, the crew's work is indeed more regular."

Edgar felt that Lucas's eyes could kill, but he forced himself to continue, "If this is a production by Forest Pictures, at least we can control everything."

These words made Lucas slightly raise his chin, his brows still furrowed, but a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

Anson let out a soft sigh. "I'm an actor, and I still hope to return to acting."

"Grammys. Paris. London. Those jobs are more about promotion and marketing, at best they're just hobbies, not my main job."

"I still hope to return to movies. Or perhaps theater?"

“Kate mentioned EGOT to me last time. Now all that’s left is the Tony Award. Shall we give it a try?”

As he spoke, Anson became excited and looked at Edgar with bright eyes.

Before Edgar could answer, Lucas intervened, saying decisively, "No."

"You have no idea how busy and stressful work is on Broadway. Once rehearsals and performances begin, it's six months to a year without a break, every day is a high-intensity performance. It's a pit of fire, and everyone in it longs to get out, go to Hollywood, and enter the film industry. And you actually jumped in yourself?"

"What, you're actually interested in EGOT?"

Anson's eyes widened. "I wasn't interested at all before." He was just saying that. "But now that you mention it, it actually seems quite interesting. It is indeed a challenge."

Lucas: ...

(End of this chapter)