The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 211 Isolation from the World
Scarlett: What’s wrong with Angelina Jolie and why is she in this conversation?

The problem is that her mind is now filled with the scene in the next room. Would it be better if she changed her mind and asked about the whereabouts of Billy Bob Thornton?

The corners of Anson's mouth raised slightly, "I think she might be a little busy now."

Scarlett was slightly stunned, and her thoughts briefly ran around in her brain. Could it be that Anson also... couldn't help opening her mouth and looking at Anson with astonishment.

Anson did not open his mouth to explain, but put his index finger on his lips:

Lie.

Scarlett's idea was confirmed, and the corners of her mouth turned up involuntarily, as if the two of them had a common secret.

Scarlett herself didn't realize it, so she carefully squeezed forward half a step, entered the room, and looked around like a vigilant cat. Although she didn't speak, her actions were obvious.

Anson chuckled, "Actually, there is another person hiding under the sofa."

After saying that, Anson gestured in the direction of the sofa. Scarlett suddenly became alert and glanced at the sofa. It took her a moment to realize that Anson was joking.

Scarlett was a little embarrassed and showed her cat paws, "He or she?"

No, Anson's face was calm, and he still had a slow and unhurried expression. The look of him sitting firmly on the fishing platform made Scarlett more and more panicked. She bit her lower lip gently and glared at Anson in protest.

Then, Scarlett took a small step forward again and closed the door to the room again. The noise and noise outside were blocked outside the door panel.

Scarlett curiously looked at the books scattered on the floor in front of her, "What are you looking for?"

Anson was flipping through books one by one and opening small wooden boxes. It looked like the box where the wand was placed in Harry Potter. But unfortunately, it was not a wand inside, but scrolls. Scarlett He couldn't help but cast his gaze curiously.

Anson said "Oh" without panicking at all, "I'm trying to steal the original score of the 'Pathétique Symphony' collected by Jeff Robinoff."

“I originally thought these were scripts written by legendary Hollywood screenwriters, but I didn’t expect that a film producer had a whole room full of scores and books.”

theft?

of course not.

Jeff showed this room to Anson, along with four other guests. Unfortunately, the other guests did not know how to appreciate music scores and old books. Only Anson felt like he had entered a treasure.

So, after getting permission, Jeff took the guests on the tour, while Anson stayed, curiously inspecting Jeff's collection.

Same thing with Scarlett, "'Pathétique Symphony'?"

Anson smiled and said, "Tchaikovsky. I read an article about him not long ago and became very interested in the 'Pathétique Symphony', but I didn't expect to see the original score here."

"But unfortunately, I can't find the third movement."

This explained the chaos before them, with all the books and music sheets laid out.

"If it's here. But I'm not 100 percent sure now. Maybe I should re-read that Tchaikovsky article."

Scarlett was a little hesitant, but she still frankly admitted her thoughts at the moment, "Read it a second time? To be honest, I'm afraid I couldn't read it the first time."

The steps stayed in place with some hesitation.

Anson raised his head and said, "Look, in this way, my goal has been achieved."

Scarlett:?

Anson, "I throw out a few names at random. Ordinary people know but don't understand them. A layman dares not comment but an expert disdains to comment. Then I create a high-ranking image to cover up the fact that I actually like Britney Spears."

puff.

Scarlett laughed immediately, "But why cover it up?" Anson shrugged lightly, but did not stop the movement of his hands, "Image. Nowadays, people tend to fall into stereotypes easily, because of their appearance. Defining based on characteristics, and not willing to think seriously at all.”

"When I saw Matthew McConaughey, I shouted "Idol", and when I saw Jack Nicholson, I praised the actor. Obviously they didn't consider Matthew and Jack's mood."

A smile crept up the corner of Scarlett's mouth, "So, which faction do you belong to?"

Anson raised his head and glanced at Scarlett, "You have already made a judgment, haven't you?"

His eyes did not stop and he lowered his head again. His handsome face was filled with a halo of light, and his movements exuded a gentle and jade-like charm.

Scarlett herself didn't realize it, "If Angelina is not here, then I should leave." Her steps went against the meaning of her words, and she took two steps closer inside. She couldn't help but stand on tiptoes and take a look. Scanning the books scattered between Anson's legs.

Anson raised his head, the light in the room shimmering in the depths of his eyes, "I didn't know you knew Angelina. She is a dangerous woman."

Meaningful.

"There is a small part of her that is rebellious and very, very outrageous."

Scarlett caught Anson's look, and it was difficult to tell for a moment whether it was the flow of expression or the reflection of the light. It was thrilling in an instant, with an ambiguous and dangerous atmosphere, which made Scarlett's mouth dry. ——

The scene that just flashed through my mind couldn't help but reappear again.

Shaking her head quickly to get rid of the thoughts in her mind, Scarlett hinted that she needed to leave, but she took two more steps inside.

Finally, Scarlett squatted down in front of the pile of scattered books.

"It seems that you really like these music and books."

What I just said about using elegant art to disguise oneself is not true; perhaps the opposite is true. People tend to stereotype Anson because of his appearance, but ignore that there is a rich and old soul under the skin.

Anson smiled and said, "It's a pity. This is true."

Scarlett chuckled.

Anson, "'Ocean springs out of a well,' as they say. Even if you stand with your feet in the mud, you can still look up at the stars."

Vulgar people can also yearn for poetry and distance.

Scarlett immediately heard the self-deprecation in this sentence, and she sat down cross-legged in the same way, even though the reason in her mind kept telling her that she should leave, her eyes fell on Anson, and a smile crept up to the corner of her mouth.

"The waltz suits me better."

Although the waltz has a long history, in fact, the waltz was first born in the countryside, originating from farmers in Germany and Austria. Later, it became widely spread due to various reasons such as social changes and artistic taste.

For a long time, the waltz was accused of being a vulgar, evil, and ugly dance, symbolizing contempt and provocation against tradition.

That's why Scarlett said this sentence just now.

Anson was slightly surprised——

Not everyone knows this history, and not everyone knows that "Waltz" is not the elegant and noble court dance in legend.

Apparently, Scarlett wasn't as "clueless" as she claimed.

Anson gently raised his chin and looked into Scarlett's eyes, "Me too. Who can refuse a waltz?"

　Second update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)