The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 966 Miraculous Experience
Ah!
At this moment, on the surface, Carl was flipping through a newspaper, with his hands raised high, using the newspaper to cover his cheeks, solemnly reading the latest issue of "The Wall Street Journal", just like a high-end financial person busy flying between Europe and the United States.

Ahhhh, ahhhh.

However, inside the brain, a little Carl was screaming, and a group of little Carls were running around in panic like headless flies. The whole world was turning upside down, and they covered their cheeks with their hands, discovering the shrill shouting with excitement and horror.

What could he do, what else could he do except scream?
At this moment, the man on the left turned his head, and his profile changed to a frontal face. Suddenly, the scream in Karl's mind was cut off.

Man, "You're holding your newspaper upside down, Mr. James Bond."

Carl: "Ah!"

A scream mixed with exclamation and excitement rushed out of his throat uncontrollably, but was cut off again the next second. Carl opened his mouth and screamed silently.

Eyes wide open, heart pounding, palms sweating, knees shaking.

However, none of this mattered, because Carl finally saw the face in front of him clearly—

Anson. The one and only Anson.

Honestly, it was hard for Carl to imagine that there was someone in the world who looked like Anson.

There was no doubt that this was Anson.

Carl was stuck. His words, movements, brain, and heart were all stuck, just like the data in a game that had malfunctioned. His entire body turned into a mosaic.

The man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, "You should try Martini."

Karl was stunned, “Shake well, don’t stir.”

The movie lines come out of my mouth like an instinct.

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

After saying this, Carl finally came back to his senses, smiled at Anson, retracted his gaze, and stared straight ahead stiffly and woodenly.

Slowly, slowly, I felt a tingling sensation in my fingertips, and my senses returned to my body. My brain seemed to start working again, although a little slowly.

So, what is going on?

Why did Anson appear in Amsterdam? When the whole of Europe and the United States were curious about Anson's whereabouts, how did Anson appear here quietly?

Is Anson heading to New York now to film Spider-Man 2?

All kinds of thoughts were surging in my mind.

Later, Carl wrote this in his blog.

“At that time, because I was too excited, I was in an abnormal state and couldn’t think normally, but countless question marks continued to pour out and couldn’t be stopped at all.

If possible, I would like to conduct an interview on the spot——

This is an opportunity for a one-on-one interview. For the next ten hours, we will be trapped in the cabin with nowhere to escape. I can ask as many questions as I want about topics that I am curious about and seize my opportunity.

But I know I can't.

This is not working time, this is his own private time and space. I know how much I hate others discussing work during my break time, and I also know how much I long to be away from work interruptions in my private time. I think Anson should be the same.

So, after much hesitation, I resisted the urge and tentatively asked if I could take a photo with him. Anson declined very politely, but he was still kind enough to sign the poster of "Elephant" and my personal movie diary for me.

In the blog, Carl included pictures.

These two pictures speak louder than any words.

Although there is no photo with Anson, the signed poster confirms that Carl's magical experience really happened and that the man was Anson.

However, things don’t end here.

"…If the matter ended here, I would also doubt myself, because from beginning to end, the man did not admit that he was Anson Wood. He might be an ordinary person who was often mistaken for Anson. He might have been too lazy to explain and so skillfully signed Anson's name to cut off the possibility of subsequent conversation. I accept all doubts.

Here, I can only say, 'It seems like a chance encounter with Anson'.

But that’s not all, the really exciting part of the story is yet to come.”

As a member of the new generation of young people, Carl knows how to use blogs to develop his hobbies into a career. He naturally understands the questioning and provocations of the Internet age. He doesn't even need to wait for netizens to complain, he has already taken the initiative to come up with a twist and push the story in another direction.

When netizens read this article, their attention was firmly grasped.

“…Honestly speaking, I personally don’t like airplanes. Although I’m not afraid of them, it’s still a torture every time the plane takes off. I need to close my eyes, pray constantly, and hold on to the handrails with all my strength to barely get through that painful time.

I thought business class might be better, but it wasn't.

Anson, standing aside, seemed to notice my fear - apparently my arms, which were clinging to the handrails like a lifeline, betrayed me, so he took the initiative to ask.

At that time, my first reaction was, 'Jesus Christ, are you kidding me? Didn't you see that I was using all my strength to avoid the ugliness of incontinence? And you still talked to me? Why don't you just roll away smoothly? I don't care who you are. Or maybe I was worried that I would expose myself in front of the real Anson and fall to the lowest point in my life, so I tried my best to avoid the tragedy from happening, and I didn't care about anything else and just stared at Anson like a madman.'

But my ferocious look did not scare Anson away.

Anson asked again, "What did you gain in Karlovy Vary?"

It must have been when I fished out the 'Elephant' poster from my backpack that the official brochure of the Karlovy Vary Film Festival slipped out.

Of course, I only figured this out afterwards; when the plane took off, all my energy was focused on controlling my bladder and maintaining my remaining civilized dignity. I didn't have the time or energy to think so much, and just reacting to the information in Anson's words consumed what little energy I had left.

As I was thinking about how I should respond, Anson continued, 'I personally enjoyed Peter Greenaway's retrospective very much.'

Wait, what? The DNA moved!

'Shut up! You like Peter Greenaway too?'

'To be precise, this should be the first time I discovered this director's attempts in images and lenses. It's a bit regrettable that I didn't discover him until now.'

'Shut up! Me too!'

'Sometimes, Peter Greenaway's staging is too stagey, but no one can deny his attempts, and in the end the film exudes a charming charm, everything is perfect.'

'Shut up! I thought so too!'

I realized that I had been telling Anson to shut up, but I couldn't control myself because I was so shocked and surprised. For a moment, I couldn't tell whether I should be surprised at my own stupidity for not being able to control my mouth, or at the fact that this conversation was heading towards a completely new unknown.

(End of this chapter)