The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1063 Return to the Original Color
"…slow down, keep the rhythm, slowly, yes, slowly."

"You can't just repeat the movements mechanically. You need to feel the changes in your back muscles, tighten, relax, and feel the muscles. You need to establish a connection between your body and your brain, not only for recovery, but also to get familiar with your body."

"Hold on, hold on."

"Remember to breathe, evenly and slowly."

On the side, the physical therapist was helping Anson with rehabilitation in a leisurely manner.

The seemingly simple and gentle movement actually requires great control and absolute concentration. With his abdomen facing downward and his limbs in the air, Anson was sweating profusely while doing the airplane pose. Big beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. Although he tried his best to keep his breathing steady, it was still a little difficult.

This was especially difficult when the physical therapist kept asking Anson to feel his muscles.

Feeling? How?

puff.

Finally, Anson could not control himself and broke down because of laughter. His limbs were exhausted and he fell directly on the yoga mat with his face buried.

The physical therapist looked at Anson's slightly shaking shoulders with a slightly worried expression, worried that the training volume had reached its limit.

Didn't you see that Anson's muscles were shaking uncontrollably?

"Anson, are you okay?"

Phew, hahahaha.

Anson couldn't control himself anymore and burst out laughing. He turned his head to look at the physical therapist and said, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

"I know this is rude, but I don't really know how to make the connection between the body and the brain. Have you studied Indian yoga?"

The physical therapist immediately understood, "Anson, this is not the time to joke."

After a pause, he asked, "Are you using this joke to cover up the fact that you're secretly taking a break?"

Anson rolled his eyes, "Ah, my back, my back..."

He turned his head and lay face down again, with his hands neatly placed on both sides of his thighs, lying down obediently.

The physical therapist was used to it. "Rest for thirty seconds. One more set."

Anson wailed in a muffled voice, "You just said the last set. We've repeated this last set three hundred and thirty-three times. Is this some Groundhog Day time loop?"

Physical Therapist, "Really the last set. After you finish, there's a lollipop."

Anson, "Tsk, lollipop, do you think I'm three years old?"

Physical therapist, "Forget it, there is no reward."

Anson turned his head to look at the physical therapist again. "A bag of chips. Hiding it from Luca."

Physical therapist, "A lollipop. Otherwise, forget it."

Anson protested, "Lollipops and potato chips are the same thing."

Physical therapist, "...a bag of chips. But I can't hide it from Lucas."

Anson, "How about this, I'll finish eating here, and then you can tell Luca?"

Physical Therapist: …

Anson looked at the expressionless face that inadvertently revealed a bit of helplessness, and smiled, "I'm well rested, let's get started right away. Did you just say the last group?"

The physical therapist looked at Anson, who was full of energy and had no sign of fatigue. Although he had been reminding himself every day for the past 20 days, he was still shocked again inadvertently:
It turns out Anson is an actor.

The superb acting skills played him in the palm of his hand every time; but the key point was that he didn't hate it at all, instead he felt it was real.

It is completely different from the image seen on movie and TV screens. It is not a glamorous fictional character, but a real person with flesh and blood in life.

In fact, Hollywood stars are ordinary people just like them.

When realizing this, ordinary people tend to be intimidated because the actor's aura disappears; but for him, this is the moment when the actor is injected with new charm again.

"Yes, the last set, but this time, let's change the movements a little bit and increase the intensity a little bit." Anson immediately became alert, "Just a little bit, are you sure it's just a little bit?"

The physical therapist said seriously, "Really."

Five minutes later, Anson was lying on the yoga mat, sweating like a dead fish, without even the strength to speak.

A set, indeed just a set, but a set whose strength and quality are tripled.

The physical therapist remained calm and patted Anson on the shoulder. "Very good, you completed the last set successfully. I give you a star as a reward."

Anson:......

As the physical therapist was about to leave, Anson remembered something important.

"Chips, my chips."

Before Anson could stand up, a pair of light yellow thin-strap high heels appeared in front of him. The fair and delicate skin seemed to be shining, and the white spinning skirt could be vaguely seen floating above. Then she bent down and placed the potato chips in front of Anson.

Anson looked up with confusion on his face, and then saw Anne Hathaway's face, which was trying very hard to hold back a smile, with the corners of her mouth pursed tightly.

Anson lowered his head again, resting his forehead on the yoga mat, and remained silent.

Seeing this, the smile in Annie's eyes became even wider, but she quickly controlled herself, "I didn't see anything, really."

Anson had recovered and stood up swiftly. "So that means you've seen everything, right? Where do I start?"

Anson stood up, picked up a towel from the side and quickly wiped the sweat off his face.

Anne felt relieved. "It seems that you still have some strength left. The therapist was right."

Anson turned around immediately. "Shh. Don't let that guy hear it, or he'll be punished twice as much tomorrow. He hates it most when his authority is challenged. If I say I'm capable of doing it, he'll definitely continue to challenge his limits."

Anne had never seen Anson like this before. The smile on her face blossomed completely. "Does this mean that you have almost recovered?"

After wiping the sweat off his face, Anson took the potato chips from Annie, opened them skillfully, and handed them over.

Annie waved her hands repeatedly, "You worked so hard to earn these potato chips, you should just enjoy them."

Anson, "Oh no, you saw me behave like a rogue just now. Should I seriously consider silencing him?"

Annie burst out laughing.

Anson's eyebrows also rose. "Since it is hard-earned, it should be shared with friends. Happiness can be doubled after sharing, right?"

Anson looked at Annie.

"Wait, are you on a diet and can't eat potato chips? Look at me, I forgot how hard Hollywood is on actresses."

Annie waved her hands repeatedly, took out a small stack of potato chips from the bag, put them in her palm, and threw them into her mouth one by one. "No, I do need to control my diet, but I am not always so well-behaved and obedient."

"A little candy, or a small beer, shh, we should keep it a secret."

Anne also started to tease.

"Besides, Hollywood is just as harsh on male actors. Where are your six-pack abs?"

"I guess there's a scene in Spider-Man 2 where people take off their shirts for no reason?"

Anson said seriously, "So, are you looking forward to it?"

Anne was caught off guard, her cheeks turned red, and she was so flustered that she didn't know how to respond.

Anson noticed, "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean that, really, I just..." He made a joke, "Or are you really looking forward to it?"

Anne almost choked on her saliva, "I didn't expect you to be such an Anson!"

Anson raised his hands in surrender. "This proves once again that I am an excellent actor. It is really a waste of my talent to be used as a vase. Remember, all men are wolves in different clothes."

Annie, "Haha, hahaha." Looking at Anson, her smile completely blossomed.

(End of this chapter)