The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2062 Exploring Acting Skills
A slight rustling sound came from outside the window, nothing loud or ostentatious. Brendan glanced out instinctively—

People come and go, peeking and looking around.

Outside the "Rose Garden," you can see crowds of people coming and going, not a large or dense crowd. They pass by in twos and threes, stop and peer through the windows on the first floor of the hotel, whisper a few words, look left and right curiously, and then stagger away without lingering.

"No Holiday" chooses to stay in a family-run hotel called "Rose Garden," which is small and cozy.

On the one hand, they wanted to keep a low profile and avoid causing a disturbance by staying in a star-rated hotel; on the other hand, they wanted to get into character, as this family-run hotel was the filming location, the place where Ray and Ken stayed in the movie, and also the place where many stories took place, and they would be filming a lot of scenes here.

The Rose Garden is not located in the heart of the city's tourist hotspots, but rather sits beside a canal, quiet and elegant. Despite the various shortcomings of a family-run guesthouse, it undoubtedly allowed them to live like locals, integrate into the community, and bring a unique atmosphere to the film crew.

This is actually a running family-run hotel. The film crew booked the entire hotel to ensure they could have a completely quiet place to rest.

But now it seems they have still exposed themselves.

"...I heard that Anson Wood lives here."

"I wonder if he's really that charming."

"Do you think he's some kind of siren? I've seen Alain Delon, and he's just so-so. He's captivating on the big screen, but in real life he's a jerk. It's all Hollywood tricks, just media hype and packaging. He's not the siren from mythology who bewitches everyone."

"So, you bastard, huh?"

Brendan could vaguely hear some conversations, but he couldn't be completely sure of what they were saying because it was in French; he could only guess at the content.

But Brendan couldn't help it, and a smile crept onto his face.

Just moments after several local residents of Bruges left, four young men who looked like high school students rushed over on whirlwind wheels.

The young man at the front couldn't wait to peer through the window on the first floor of the hotel, standing on tiptoe to study it while making noises.

"...Anson, come out."

"Hey, come out here and let us see."

A few students behind them were laughing and joking, "You think this is a zoo? Haha, you think the dolphins will come out and perform a ball-balancing act if you call out the correct slogan, right?"

That pure, authentic London accent made Brendan unable to contain himself any longer. A smile crept onto his lips and the corners of his eyes. He shook his head slightly, turned around, and left the room.

Everything was predictable. After Anson joined the cast, all this noise and commotion was expected. It was even more intense than the "Harry Potter" cast, which was not unfamiliar to Brendan. The key was whether the actors could stay focused.

For the young actors in "Harry Potter," these noises are undoubtedly a problem, and the production team will need to spend more time keeping them focused; but Brendan believes that Anson should be fine, and these scenes should be a piece of cake for him.

Then, Brendan saw Anson—

The room door was open. Standing in the entryway, facing the bathroom door, he winked and made faces.

Brendan swore he wasn’t exaggerating; Anson was indeed making faces and his features were all over the place, a far cry from his usual dashing and handsome appearance.

Wait, is Anson really preparing for a circus performance?

Brendan nearly choked on his own saliva. "Anson...?"

He stopped and called out.

Anson turned to look at him, completely unfazed. "Ah, Mr. Gleason, perfect timing. I have something to ask you. How do you do micro-expressions?" Brendan: ... "Sorry, I'm not good at that. I'm more of a dialogue actor. Facial expressions are my weakness, so most of the time I pretend to have no expression."

Anson: "Oh. I understand, it's a different style. I'm studying micro-expressions, trying to make the character more lively."

Brendan, "Are you sure this isn't asking for a beating?"

Anson: “Look, this is the point. There’s a subtle line there, you can’t see it, but it definitely exists. Crossing that line might be asking for a beating; but toning it down is being mischievous and quirky. I’m trying to find that line.”

Brendan nodded, not intending to say anything more, but then put his foot down again. "I thought you were a method actor."

Anson, who had been studying his expression in the bathroom mirror, turned around upon hearing the voice, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Mr. Gleason, thank you!"

Brendan: ? "For what?"

Anson: "You agree that I am an actor. Not only do you think I have skill and style, but the real key is that I am an actor."

Brendan: ...

He couldn't help but chuckle, and Brendan gently shook his head. "You are indeed an actor, in fact, an excellent one. Peter Parker was a truly outstanding performance."

"Thank you!" Anson raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. "So, how about this expression?"

Brendan: ?

Anson gestured to his expression. "Like this, micro-expressions... isn't this too exaggerated and frivolous? Was it just now?"

Brendan: ...

Although Brendan thought he was mentally prepared and was getting to know Anson, it turned out he couldn't keep up with the young man's pace at all.

Take a deep breath. "Very good. Very sincere. If you can, you can be even more smug and reveal your little tricks, the kind where you think no one can see through you, you think you've hidden it well, but in fact you've already been exposed. You're just pretending not to see it."

Snapped!
Anson snapped his fingers. "I need to think about it some more. Sure enough, without the basic skills learned in the academy, things aren't so simple."

Brendan hesitated for a moment, "Actually, there aren't that many barriers and limitations in drama. It's just a matter of diligent study and practice, trying again and again, accumulating experience through constant mistakes. How much talent you have is honed little by little through these continuous mistakes."

“You’ve done very well. There’s no need to worry about the college.”

"If you are really interested in the fundamentals of the academy, you can certainly study them on your own."

"But... it doesn't seem necessary."

Anson grinned, seemingly adjusting the curve of his lips to convey different feelings. "In my opinion, acting is acting. There's no difference between methods and forms. Whether it's the method school or the performance school, the final result is to complete a character, isn't it?"

“I’ve been thinking about our previous discussions. I feel that this role allows me to try something completely new, something I’m not familiar with or good at. Even if it’s a little awkward, I’ll still give it a try. That’s the charm of comedy, right?”

Brendan was stunned again.

With a light touch, Brendan could sense the purity and simplicity in Anson's words—a joy without any impurities.

Brendan was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)