The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 107 Looking back and meeting again

"Why pretend that nothing happened?" Anson asked, "Cry when you want, laugh when you want, express your emotions bravely and directly, and grasp every moment of life wholeheartedly. This is also a kind of charm. "

Anne didn't believe it.

He looked up at the sky and muttered, "What's the point? I'm like a child who won't grow up."

hehe. Anson chuckled.

"Yes, like a child."

"When we were young, we always longed to grow up and learn to control our emotions with reason, as if we could face any storm calmly; but when we grow up, we realize that there is a price to pay. You can't cry when you want to, which also means that you can't cry when you want to. Don’t laugh when you laugh.”

"How frustrating."

Anne was stunned for a moment, then tilted her head to look at Anson. Her face, hidden under the messy hair, was clear and indifferent, just like the washed sky full of sunset after a heavy rain in the late June afternoon. She couldn't help but look quietly, trying to explore that clean area. There is depth and vastness hidden behind it.

She said, "You say it as if what just happened was a good thing."

Liar!

Anson raised the corners of his mouth, "Yes, that's what I think."

Luo Luo is generous, eyes full of sincerity.

Annie couldn't help but be stunned.

Anson did not explain, but changed the subject, "So, how was your sleep quality? Are you awake now?"

As he spoke, he began to move his left shoulder with a ferocious look on his face, sighing and groaning with pain in his back. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that his skeleton was about to fall apart.

Annie understood immediately and was slightly embarrassed.

But the amazing thing is that after joking like this, it seems... not so embarrassing anymore.

Anne bared her teeth and made a face at Anson, "Slept well, thanks for the pillow."

He glanced at the water stains on Anson's shoulder from the corner of his eyes. Still feeling a little guilty, he quickly lowered his head and quickly wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand again.

After thinking about it, he pulled out his carry-on backpack from under the seat, rummaged through it, took out a book and handed it over, "A thank you gift."

"Thank you" instead of "apologise".

It can be seen from the wording that Anne has also changed her perspective and looks at the episode just now again.

Anson took the book——

"To the Lighthouse" comes from Virginia Woolf, a famous British writer.

Anson made a little joke casually, "Did you write it?"

Annie was stunned.

Those big watery eyes looked at Ansen, carefully studying Ansen's expression, and then a smile bloomed. Although he was still embarrassed and embarrassed, his face relaxed as if the clouds were clearing, and he was instantly stunning.

Anne also realized that this was a joke, "If so, that would be great."

then.

Anne straightened her back, finally opened her shoulders to show herself, and extended her right hand in a very formal manner, "Anne Hathaway, nice to meet you."

Anson returned the same courtesy, "Anson Wood, I'm equally honored."

The plane docked smoothly.

Anne was a little impatient. When the seat belt indicator light went out, the other passengers couldn't wait to stand up, so she stood up too.

Anson was in no hurry.

In my previous life, the pace of life was getting faster and faster, just like a short video. I couldn’t wait to jump to the next video in five or ten seconds. Unknowingly, my life was involved in a hurricane. There was no breathing space, and naturally I couldn’t relax. Come down, everyone is sprinting, sprinting at full speed——

However, no one knew where they were sprinting.

This time, he hoped that he could slow down a little. Life is so long but also so short. It is better to appreciate the scenery along the way to the end. It just so happens that there are no social networks, no smartphones, and even the Internet is not fast. It is still the era of dial-up Internet access, and everything is slowing down. For other people, their lives are getting faster and faster; but for Anson , life is slowing down now.

then.

Anson stepped aside and let Annie out.

Annie showed an apologetic smile, "I have an impatient personality."

Anson raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Don't worry, I won't misunderstand that you want to leave here quickly. Even if you want to, it's normal."

Another joke.

Annie pursed her lips and said, "Ha, that's very funny. Haha." After laughing twice dryly, Annie came to the aisle and stood firm. It could be seen from the constant exchange of heels preparing to sprint that she really Hope to escape from here as soon as possible.

Turning back, the long and silky hair like a waterfall became smooth again, and she was indeed like a princess.

"It seems that I have to leave first."

"It's a great honor to meet you. Thank you very much for your help; but if you can..."

——It’s best not to see you again. What happens in Rome, stays in Rome.

However, she did not continue with the rest of her words. Anne grinned, stuck out her tongue, and made a face. No words were needed, but they were enough.

Anson laughed dumbly, "Who knows, the world is big, but also small."

Annie's eyes widened, and she thought about the scene of their reunion, and couldn't help but shudder. Then she caught Anson's smile in the corner of her eyes. She quickly looked away, said "goodbye" to Anson in a hurry, and followed. The slowly moving team moved forward and left quickly.

After taking two steps, he looked back. His expression was as if he had seen a ghost. He quickly looked away, lowered his head, and quickly left the cabin with the team.

Anson also withdrew his gaze and looked down at the book in his hand——

The book is not new, to be precise, it is a bit old.

You can tell at a glance that the owner should read it carefully for a long time. It seems that the temperature of the fingertips left by the focused reading can be felt on the paper.

Open the book.

"'Well, if it clears up tomorrow, I'll let you go,' Mrs. Ramsay said..."

Originally, Anson just wanted to kill some time. After all, in the era before smartphones, the trivial time in daily life began to increase. The time waiting to get off the plane, the time waiting for the shuttle bus, and the time waiting for luggage seemed to go by all at once. It overflowed.

Books provide just the right amount of entertainment time.

But I didn't expect that after opening it, I would naturally read on. The passage of time would no longer matter, but I would enter a quiet world.

squeak.

"Sir, we are here, Fairmont."

The taxi driver's voice came from ahead, and Anson's thoughts finally broke away from Woolf's words, and he folded a corner of the page as a mark.

Opening the door, a retro building with a red brick exterior fills the field of view. There is a white fan-shaped crown-shaped decoration on each window, but it is like Santa Claus's beard, with a Nordic fairy tale-like playfulness. The corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

Although he only saw a corner of the entrance, if Anson's judgment was correct, this should be a resort, and it would be a five-star resort.

Sure enough, the name "Gary Marshall" still has appeal. No wonder the budget of a romantic movie that does not require computer special effects is as high as 25 million US dollars. You can see the tip of the iceberg from the accommodation conditions in front of you. The whole crew is all The staff will live here.

"Thank you. Thank you! I can do this myself, thank you."

Right in front, Anne Hathaway, who had just unloaded her luggage and was preparing to enter the hotel with the help of the doorman, expressed her thanks again and again.

One turned and looked back.

Annie saw a bright smile and waved to herself, "Hey, good afternoon."

　Third update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)