The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1177 Street Stroll
Anne looked at Anson in front of her and breathed a sigh of relief without realizing it. She slowed down her movements and was finally able to put on her coat properly.

He paused slightly, then walked to Anson and looked around.

"Not a single taxi?"

Anson sighed softly, "The streets should be full of taxis but none of them belong to me."

Anne laughed out loud.

Anson retracted his gaze and looked at Annie, "Why did you run out? Where are your friends?"

Anne shook her head. "We are not friends..." She paused. "We are just Hollywood friends. They can survive without me."

use as you learn.

Anson's eyes were full of smiles.

Anne noticed it and the corners of her mouth rose, then she quickly looked away to hide her smile, "The snow has stopped, and a taxi should be available after a while."

Anson, "No, I'm going to take the subway."

Anne, "Subway? Aren't you worried about being recognized?"

Anson, "No, not at all."

Anne was skeptical.

Anson, "Imagine that you are an office worker, exhausted after a busy day at work, and finally take the subway to go home. Your brain freezes and you get lost in the crowded evening rush hour. Do you still have time to pay attention to who is around you?"

"Honestly, they don't even care if the person sitting next to them is a man or a woman."

Anne imagined the scene in her mind. She really couldn't imagine the scene of the subway during rush hour in the morning and evening. "How did you know?"

Anson shrugged lightly. "I've been preparing for a role recently, and I take the subway to and from work every day. I don't want to drive my Lamborghini here to experience life."

"Haha." Annie couldn't help laughing out loud.

Anson looked around at the street's gradually increasing traffic flow.

"We have to hurry. It's just the beginning of the evening rush hour. If we wait any longer, hell mode will begin."

Anne, "Ah, why?"

Anson, "You don't think all Manhattan office workers leave on time?"

Just look up and see the brightly lit skyscrapers and you will find the answer.

"go!"

Anson grabbed Anne's wrist and ran away without hesitation.

Annie exclaimed, and before anyone could react, she rushed out.

Whoosh, whoosh, the wind was howling and beating wildly on the eardrums.

They were running freely and selflessly like children. The huge world turned into a colorful stream of light flowing back madly. Their hearts began to beat, their breathing became rapid, and their blood began to burn. A kind of happiness and joy that was difficult to describe in words began to gush out.

Unconsciously, laughter was stirring in my chest.

The two people rushed into the subway station without thinking about anything else and made their way through the surging crowd.

In front, Anson was running wildly. He did not stop when he saw the gate. He supported the gate with both hands, leaped into the air, and jumped directly in.

Only then did Annie remember that she didn't buy a subway ticket.

what to do? What to do? What to do? What to do?
Anne, who was always well-behaved, well-behaved, and never took any risks, was stunned, but she was too busy to think. Reason told her:
She should stop.

However, on impulse, Anne also rushed out following Anson's footsteps, supporting the gate and leaping over lightly.

You can see Anson tidying up his guitar from the front, his face full of excitement and excitement, waving his hands constantly and shouting "Hurry, hurry, hurry".

Anne rushed towards Anson like a ball of light, grabbed Anson's hand again, and ran away.

The crowd around them, as numb and slow as zombies, stared at the two psychopaths with dull faces, automatically made way for them, and watched the two people whizzing past like a tornado, as if they were escaping from life and death.

The problem is that there is no one chasing them. As expected, there is only one answer -

madman.

However, Anne and Anson didn't care.

Anne, who had never taken any risks or done anything out of line, could feel the adrenaline being secreted like crazy. Even if it was just a small thing, the guilt mixed with annoyance and regret still burned up in her.

As I ran, a smile involuntarily crept up to the corners of my mouth and blossomed completely.

Haha, hahaha.

Laughter spread all over the ground and whistled through the crowd.

Finally, he rushed into the subway car and got in at the last second before the door was about to close, luckily catching up with him.

flutter!
Anne couldn't brake in time and fell forward into Anson's arms.

In an instant, a clean scent of pine mixed with metasequoia surrounded Anne, and the restless and surging warmth flowed through her pores and into her flesh and bones.

The heartbeat disappeared.

Anne held her breath involuntarily without realizing it.

Fortunately, the embrace loosened immediately.

"Don't worry, no one is chasing us, you don't have to worry about being on Fox News."

Anson's teasing came to her ears, and Anne realized at this moment that Anson should have heard her heartbeat which had lost its rhythm and frequency. Her cheeks felt slightly hot, and she quickly covered herself up and distanced herself.

But she didn't expect that Anson would pull her back into his arms again.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

Anne could clearly hear the sound of Anson's heart beating in his chest.

Anson, "I'm sorry."

Anne heard a buzzing sound in her ears, and she quickly turned her head to look back, only to realize that there was someone behind them. She almost bumped into someone when she stepped back.

It was a little late for Anne to realize that the entire carriage was bustling with people. Although it was not shoulder to shoulder, it was already crowded.

So, this is not considered the evening rush hour?

Anne was startled; such a scene was extremely unfamiliar to her.

She was born and raised in New York and had taken the subway many times, but when she thought about it carefully, she realized that she had never taken the subway during rush hour in the morning or evening and seen another side of New York.

Moreover, because of the snow today, the traffic jam on the ground is more serious, so many people choose to take the subway, which makes the carriages crowded with people.

"Oh, I forgot to ask you, which line is your home on?" Anson's voice brought Annie back to reality.

Anne, "What line are we on now?"

“Line 5.”

"Oh, don't worry, we can transfer to Line 7... Is that okay?" Annie was a little uncertain and looked carefully on the subway map. "Line L or Line E is also OK. Don't worry, I can get home smoothly."

At this time, the two people finally found a space and stood up again.

Anson looked at Anne, then calmly used his back to block the view from all around, shielding Anne in his arms.

Unlike him, Anne did not cover up or make up, and if someone looked over, they would easily notice this unusual face.

"I haven't asked yet, why are you Hollywood friends gathered together tonight?" Anson changed the subject very naturally.

But Anne still noticed Anson's actions. She didn't understand at first, but after thinking about it carefully, she immediately reacted and a smile welled up in her eyes again.

"Audition. We are all here to audition for a project. I remember telling you just now, but I guess you don't remember it."

Ah, why are you bringing up this matter? Annie immediately realized that she had stepped on a landmine.

(End of this chapter)