The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1202 It’s better to dance
It was obvious that Scarlett was joking, and the light in her eyes was teasing:

To be honest, she had a hard time imagining Anson dancing.

Anson spread his hands, "Hey, I know I'm not a Broadway boy, but I can dance."

Scarlett was skeptical.

Anson, "Well, before the age of seven."

Scarlett just laughed out loud.

Anson couldn't help himself, and the corners of his mouth rose. "You know that when you are a child, you desperately need playmates. So every time I heard the sound of my father's best friend's car pulling up at the door, I couldn't control myself."

"I would start running around the house break-dancing and pretending I was Michael Jackson on stage in front of 100,000 people."

"God, I was so annoying that my dad had to stop me and say, 'Quiet, Anson, you need to be quiet now'."

Scarlett burst into laughter and couldn't stop.

"But I couldn't control myself. I ran like crazy around the house, all the way to the door, waiting for it to open so I could see my friends, the twins of my dad's best friend. They were my age and liked the same things as me."

"You wouldn't believe how crazy we were back then."

As he spoke, Anson's brows revealed a hint of contemplation:
He seemed to have let something slip.

These memories come from his previous life. At that time, he was the only child in the family, so he always looked forward to his father and mother's friends visiting their home, because they always brought their children with them.

But now, what about "Anson Wood's" childhood?
Scarlett didn't notice, "Believe me, I know, I hate my brothers and sisters."

After saying this, Scarlett laughed heartily.

Anson reacted: Fortunately, nothing was wrong. There was an obvious age difference between him and Lucas. To outsiders, he should not be Anson's playmate.

But if you recall carefully, you can see Lucas in every corner of the original owner's childhood memories.

Scarlett looked at Anson. "You know what? Many animals dance when they are courting."

Anson pulled his thoughts back to his senses. "Like a peacock spreading its feathers?"

Scarlett nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that's it."

Anson's mouth corners also rose again, "When we were young, we were just simply happy, and we might not even know the reason..."

Scarlett, "Can't help dancing."

Anson, "Yeah, an instinct, so, actually I'm pretty good at dancing, you know, maybe people miss a great dancer."

Scarlett nodded slightly, "I agree."

Anson: ...I was stunned. "Do you agree?"

Scarlett responded at this point, "I agree with the animal instinct part, not the world dancer part."

"Haha." Anson didn't mind. "So you like dancing too?"

Scarlett tilted her head, "When I was little, I was obsessed with the Spice Girls."

Anson sighed, "Oh."

Scarlett, "Do you know them?"

Anson: "Of course. Victoria Beckham? But it's not just about her, their music is everywhere, who doesn't know it?"

Scarlett was full of surprise. "I still remember the first time I saw the music video of the song 'Wannabe' on TV. They wore leopard print, lace, and suspenders, showing themselves to the fullest. They showed themselves to the fullest in the Midland Hotel. They danced under the crystal chandeliers, broke into the party and caused havoc. They were brave enough to be themselves."

"I still remember it, it was the morning, I was getting dressed, eating corn flakes, getting ready to go to school, and the music video came on and I was like, 'What the hell is this', you know?"

Unable to help himself, Anson laughed heartily and nodded repeatedly, "A whole new world." Scarlett, "Yes, you won't believe the visual impact of that moment. The music was also a magical sound that kept spinning in my mind. I even choreographed a set of dance steps for it, imagining myself dancing under the crystal chandelier, and the whole world was applauding me."

Anson, "Wow." The corners of his mouth turned up completely, "Really?"

Scarlett couldn't help but smile as she thought of her silly childhood experiences. "Do you want to see it?"

Anson quickly sat up straight, "Of course!"

Scarlett also stood up straight, "I'm not sure if I remember it. It's been many years. My dance steps must be rusty now. Don't laugh at me."

Anson rubbed his hands together. "No, no, no, of course not."

Scarlett adjusted her posture and said, "Let me recall."

Anson blinked and stared with his big eyes, "I am already amazed by you."

Scarlett noticed Anson's gaze, and a half-smile was flickering in his eyes. She finally came to her senses and looked around the lobby of the Hilton Hotel. People attending the award ceremony were coming and going. She couldn't believe that she was being stupid here, and then she looked back at Anson.

There was clearly a hint of teasing and mockery hidden in those deep blue eyes.

Scarlett facepalmed, "No."

Anson's eyes widened. A good show was about to begin, so why did it end so suddenly?
"Hey, Scarlett, don't worry, I'm the only one here." It was like the devil's whisper.

Scarlett glared at Anson, "I am now 100% sure that you are fine."

Anson was filled with regret, "I was actually discovered."

Scarlett, "Do those fans know that you deserve a beating?"

Anson shrugged slightly. "I guess they didn't know, otherwise they might have really waved their fists."

"Haha." Scarlett couldn't help herself and smiled completely.

As she laughed, Scarlett couldn't help but quiet down -

She knew the feeling.

Everyone treats you as a child and a vase, looking down on you with a condescending attitude. All the comfort, inquiries, and care hide a kind of pity and contempt. Behind the smile is malicious discrimination and prejudice.

It's uncomfortable.

Maybe Anson really doesn't care about nominations and awards, but the constant scrutiny is annoying because Scarlett herself is going through the same thing, standing under the spotlight and being scanned by malicious eyes.

If she is like this, what about Anson?
At last year's Ballon d'Or, Anson was a thorn in the eye; this year's Ballon d'Or, he will probably go a step further and stand at the center of criticism.

But they cannot complain or be angry, and even cannot be irritable or vulnerable. People will condemn them for not knowing how to appreciate the blessings they have. What's worse is that this will reveal their soft side, which will then become a weak spot for people to attack.

Vanity Fair is such an arena.

So, Anson has been hiding himself and trying to protect himself strictly.

But tonight's awards ceremony has just begun.

Of course, maybe she was thinking too much, maybe Anson was not so sentimental, maybe Anson could respond to those doubts lightly.

After all, Anson said he was fine.

Scarlett took a deep breath. She wanted to confirm it again, but the words came to her lips, "Anson..."

Then they were interrupted. People were coming and going in the hotel lobby. Someone noticed Anson and Scarlett and unwisely intervened, joining in the conversation with great interest.

Anson and Scarlett exchanged glances, and a smile flashed in their eyes, which made Scarlett unable to control herself. A smile crept up the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were full of smiles.

(End of this chapter)