The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 237 Silent Harbor
Nora Wood crossed the Atlantic and landed in New York. When she arrived home, night had fallen, the lights were starting to turn on, and New York was shrouded in the beauty of peacock blue. She was surrounded by the bustling and hustle and bustle of the city, but she seemed particularly alienated. The busier it became, the more The more crowded the lonelier it becomes.

Full of fatigue.

Apparently, the jet lag didn't help either.

Opening the door to the house, the lights were bright. Judy Buck was about to leave and walked up to her, "Hey, Nora, Anson is in the studio."

Nola was stunned for a moment, her slender and gentle eyebrows slowly unfolded, like jasmine blooming, elegant and intellectual, her face with heavy make-up and light makeup blooming quietly in the night, with a unique charm of its own, and her eyes revealed A touch of unexpected joy, the voice rose slightly.

"Anson is back? I thought he went back to Los Angeles."

Judy responded with a smile, "I came back yesterday, and it was so dusty. I said I came to audition. After I came back today, I went into the studio."

Nora's heartstrings moved, and after she was overjoyed, she showed a slightly worried look——

Her youngest son has outstanding talent for painting, has an innate sensitivity to colors and lines, and an innate temperament. However, Anson does not like painting because he is often easily distracted by his own thoughts when immersed in the world of painting. Trapped, escaping into darkness.

Nora herself is engaged in art exhibitions, and she knows the spiritual world of artists very well. Christopher-Wood, who suffers from delusions, John-Minton, who is trapped in a imaginary car accident, Vincent-von-Gogh who cut off his own ear and so on.

Therefore, Nora never forced Anson, but gave Anson freedom.

When Anson said he was going to Los Angeles to try out as an actor, Nora didn't object -

Maybe that's a good thing.

In my mind, Anson hadn’t picked up a paintbrush for a long time.

Nora was a little worried about Anson's condition.

Taking a deep breath, Nora put away those random thoughts, there was no need to scare herself, “Where’s dinner?”

Judy could understand Nora's concerns, but she didn't say much, "Anson said he needs to control his diet because this role may require fitness or even strenuous exercise."

But Nola waved her hand, "If you need intense exercise, the first thing is to build muscle. Only by combining diet with exercise can you achieve fitness effects. Anson needs to supplement protein and carbohydrates, and... I think he needs some sugar today. .”

After thinking about it, Nora looked at Judy, "What other fresh ingredients are there in the refrigerator? If I make soup now, it may be too late, but I think it's okay to make a simple dinner."

Judy understood, "There are beef and chicken, tomatoes, mushrooms, onions and other vegetables are also fresh. Anson had onion soup last night."

At this time, Nora showed her ability, "Then let's make a chicken stew with mushrooms. My mother's specialty dish, Anson will like it. Also, pair it with tomato cheese and a salad to balance the nutrition. Oh. , for dessert, just make a chocolate pudding, it’s all quick.”

Judy asked more, "Do you need my help?"

She could tell Nora was tired, and with the long flight and eight hours of time difference, maybe rushing into dinner right now wasn't a good idea.

The corner of Nora's mouth raised, "Thank you for your concern, Judy, believe me, I can do it. It's not a big deal, at least I can let Anson enjoy a good dinner. You are already off work, the children are waiting for you."

Nora patted Judy's shoulder lightly, "They should also be waiting for you to go back."

call.

After a slight pause in her steps, Nora let out a long breath, tied up her hair that was hanging around her shoulders, and prepared to perform magic like Mary Poppins. She swept away her tiredness, and walked briskly into the kitchen to get busy.

Don't look at Nola's usual strong-woman appearance, which has nothing to do with the kitchen. In fact, she often cooks and is not a master of cooking, but she can always complete the task smoothly by following the basic recipes.

What if there is no recipe? Eating out is always a pleasant solution.

Ping bell ringing.

After a while of busy work, Nora completed the work quickly, leaving the rest to time. The chicken stewed with mushrooms still needed to simmer for a while, so she wiped her hands on her apron, took off her apron, and poured herself a glass of red wine. , walking all the way towards the studio on the side of the hall on the first floor.

Yea.

Carefully, Nora pushed open the studio——

The music was gurgling, quiet and peaceful. Anson sat in front of the easel, immersed in the world of lines and colors attentively and wholeheartedly.

He didn't notice the movement at the door at all.

Nora did not step forward rashly. She just held the wine glass and leaned against the door, quietly admiring Anson's painting movements. The chirping of insects and the roar of engines in the breeze could be caught in the air. Time stopped here briefly.

Until Anson stopped painting.

Anson stretched and stretched his stiff shoulder muscles, and then noticed Nora holding a red wine glass, but he didn't know how long she had been there.

Startled.

On the one hand, I was not mentally prepared, and on the other hand, I was worried about my painting——

Painting and music are the same. They are the most authentic reflection of the inner world. All secrets are hidden in them. Changes in style and type cannot deceive others.

After the performance ended this afternoon, Anson quietly left, waited patiently for the tow truck to arrive, completed the handover, and then hailed a taxi to return home.

Obviously, James Franco's date with Alicia tonight does not need to be disturbed by others, and the afternoon performance not only has an impact on those listeners, it is also a rare experience for Anson himself, and he is ready to record those notes and lyrics , and does not need the help of alcohol.

After recording the music, Anson was not confused or hesitant. Instead, he became more and more determined to enjoy life. He came to the studio and picked up the paintbrush again after a long time, trying to slowly pick up the hobbies that he had once forgotten. Open up more possibilities.

Before he had time to mentally prepare, the painting showing his heart was exposed to others, and she was also the mother of this skin.

What if Nora sees the clues?
"...Ms. Wood?"

After a brief moment of hesitation, Anson joked. After the words were spoken, he breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his shoulders.

Nora could hear the ridicule in Anson's words, and it was obvious that he deliberately did not call him "Mom", which made a faint smile appear in her eyes.

"Mr. Anson." He also joked, "So, is this the Fairmont in San Francisco?"

Following Nora's line of sight, Anson looked at his unfinished painting, "Yes, I lived there for several weeks in the summer to complete the shooting of a work. When I entered the hotel lobby, I felt that the composition was full of It has a special atmosphere..."

"Summer." Nora came closer and looked at Anson's paintings carefully——

Anson was a little surprised.

No, very unexpected.

There is no stranger or alienation, but a feeling of intimacy and ease as if friends are reunited. Is this normal?
Something doesn't seem right?
　Third update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)