The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2067 Cleverness
Unexpected, completely unexpected—

Things seemed to be on track all at once. It's hard to describe that feeling completely and accurately in words, but right in front of me was a mischievous yet honest big boy.

The bright and flamboyant Hawaiian shirt, on the other hand, exudes a dashing and debonair charm, ultimately creating a pure and captivating allure—everything is just right.

I couldn't take my eyes off it.

This feeling was just right. Although this scene had been filmed more than thirty times, it seemed that no similar temperament and state had ever been captured before.

However, they all knew this was just the beginning. The previous shoots had taken place many times and even reached the second half, but traps were still everywhere.

Involuntarily, I held my breath, fearing I would be the next reason for a NG (no good), keeping my nerves on edge.

The onlookers are lost in thought, while those involved remain focused and engaged in their performance.

Ken noticed Ray's movements immediately. He wasn't surprised, because that's Ray for you—a restless guy who can't stay still for more than three seconds. But today, Ray seemed a little more agitated.

Was it because yesterday in Bruges was just too boring?

Ken was sizing up Lei, his movements paused for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly, it was hard to describe simply whether it was disdain, speculation or something else, but it was fleeting.

Ken has returned to normal.

He is not his father, and he doesn't need to pay attention to his every move.

Ken pulled a piece of paper from his suit pocket and handed it over. "Harry called last night." Before Ray could take it, he tossed the note onto the table and continued reading his travel brochure.

“We missed it,” Ken explained.

Lei opened the note, and his eyebrows, mouth, and eyes subtly moved from their original positions, as if he felt the pressure from the words. He was both worried and amused, and because it was so distorted, he even squeezed out a double chin.

It felt as if he hadn't decided on his expression, so different expressions overlapped and collided, making it slightly comical.

"My God, he cursed a whole bunch of things, didn't he?"

Lei pinched the sticky note between two fingers as if it were emitting a foul stench, shook his head repeatedly, and then casually tossed it back onto the table with his fingertips.

Then, he closed his eyes, his body trembled, and he seemed to shiver twice.

Film crew: ...

It was very difficult to hold back my laughter.

They all knew that Anson had been studying the character and letting himself go, which was not surprising, but no previous shoot seemed to have achieved such an effect.

It's both annoying and pitiful, both funny and mischievous; not only its facial features, but even its fingertips and hair ends are full of drama.

The key point is that it's not greasy or flashy at all! It seems to be natural! On the contrary, it easily draws attention to those around it!

Involuntarily, the corners of his mouth turned up completely.

In the footage, Ken completely ignored Ray's little expressions, his gaze fixed on the book in his hands. "We have to stay at the hotel tonight, no matter what happens."

He hadn't forgotten to put the note away and tuck it back into his pocket.

A cow moo came from the other side, "Hmm..."

Ken: ...

He looked up at Lei, who was mooing like a cow, speechless, and doubted his own ears.

Then he saw Lei slightly raise his chin, seemingly looking at him through his nostrils, but why was Lei looking at him through his nostrils?
"Besides..." Lei hesitated, stopping abruptly before he could finish his sentence. He held his breath, pursed his lips, and tapped his chopsticks together on the table in a "chopstick march," appearing deep in thought with an air of profound mystery. "Hmm..."

That cow mooing was absolutely stupid.

Ken stared blankly at Ray, his eyes saying everything, though he didn't roll them. "Besides 'hmm' what?" Hehe!

Ray's smile instantly blossomed. He leaned forward, his entire upper body resting on the dining table. He stopped looking down at people and looked at Ken seriously. He lowered his voice, and his smug voice was extremely irritating, "Besides us, we only need one person to stay. Really."

After saying that, he smiled, revealing a set of neat, white teeth, as if he were doing a toothpaste commercial. His bright eyes were fixed on Ken, and if there were a tail behind him at that moment, it would definitely be wagging very happily.

Ken: ... "Hmm."

His voice lowered, and Ken leaned forward, slumping onto the table to face Ray. He deliberately raised his chin, looking at the sky as if lost in thought. "Who left that there, Ray?"

Lei blinked, then turned his head furtively to look at him sideways, his mouth tightly shut, trying hard to control the corners of his mouth that were about to pop out. He seemed to be contemplating the "to be or not to be" dilemma, a Hamlet-like question about life!

The crew: ...smirked.

To everyone's surprise, Ansen was actually like this. This was an Ansen they had never seen before. His cleverness was tinged with a bit of frivolity and clumsiness, and he had a strange kind of honesty and naivety. He thought he was perfect, but he was completely unaware that his secret cards had been seen through by the other party.

Brendan's lips twitched slightly, almost laughing, flirting wildly on the verge of bursting into laughter—

I couldn't help but recall Anson standing in the entryway this morning, studying his expressions. That image overlapped with the scene before me, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

The key point is that Anson's gaze never left him; no matter which way he was facing, his peripheral vision would always linger on him, just like Mona Lisa.

Honestly, all of this is quite comical.

Even Brendan couldn't help but wonder what other expressions Anson might have. A hint of scrutiny flashed in his eyes as he subtly hid his smile, pulling himself back from the brink of breaking the fourth wall. His words and reactions then flowed naturally.

“I thought you didn’t like Bruges,” he said.

Ray showed a look of disgust, even the misunderstanding that "he likes Bruges" seemed to tarnish his purity. "I don't like Bruges, it's a lousy place."

"but."

Ray leaned against the table, his face serious, as if he were discussing international affairs. "I've already said that I have a date with a lady from the Belgian film industry." As he spoke, seeing Ken's indifferent expression, he could no longer control himself. His smugness turned into pleading, and finally, he became even more subservient.

Although the posture remains seated, it's practically the same as kneeling.

Spineless.

Ken: ...

He felt a lump in his throat, stepped back, leaned against the back of his chair, and refused to exchange glances with Lei.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ken left, Ray leaned against the table, which couldn't support him and shifted forward slightly.

Squeak! Clang! Clang!

A series of chaotic noises erupted, and Lei slumped forward, his knees almost touching the ground. Just as his chin was about to hit the table, he managed to straighten up by supporting himself with his hands.

The crew: ...It was extremely difficult to hold back our laughter.

Not to mention the film crew, Brendan, watching Anson's agile and humorous movements, almost burst out laughing again, his lips twitching.

Perhaps, Anson is the only exception.

He readjusted his posture, lowered his head, and pitifully glanced at Ken out of the corner of his eye, trying to say something, but was overwhelmed by unease.

Then...then he started biting his nails, his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, flickered constantly. He scratched his head, wiped his sweat, and winked. Those trivial little actions clearly showed his unease and anxiety. He seemed to want to say something but couldn't, and his eyes revealed a look of impending doom.

Even though his breathing became heavy and rapid, it was as if he had completely forgotten how to breathe.

It's absolutely hilarious.

(End of this chapter)