The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1205 Heartbroken
"Are you trying to play hide and seek?" Scarlett asked curiously.

Anson spread his hands. "It seems that my skills need to be improved. Isn't this what got discovered?"

Scarlett couldn't help laughing, "I thought you left immediately."

Anson maintained his posture, without moving particularly, but indicated the direction with his eyes, "Unfortunately, I was left here by the crowd. They were too enthusiastic, and I had no way to refuse."

Following Anson's gaze, Scarlett saw the long queue in front of the Hilton Hotel again, and an inexplicable sense of joy came over her.

Be it actors, directors, producers, or film company executives, no one is exempt at this moment.

They had to hand over their number plates to the parking attendant, who would then drive a golf cart to a parking lot a mile away to bring their cars over before they could leave.

reason?

Not enough space.

More than three thousand people gathered here for the award ceremony tonight, and everyone has a car, so relying solely on the Hilton Hotel’s underground parking lot is far from enough.

This is the case in Los Angeles and New York, where there is always a shortage of parking spaces at those award ceremonies.

It was glorious when he arrived on the red carpet, but a disaster after the awards ceremony.

Actually, the Golden Globe Awards weren't that bad, after all, the Hilton Hotel has its own parking lot; but the Oscars are held on Hollywood Boulevard, where there is no parking lot. When the awards ceremony is over, the heavy traffic is truly... a disaster.

So, after the award ceremony, some people stayed at the ceremony to continue socializing, some left early to prepare for the post-ceremony party, and most people could only stand here in line.

Scarlett couldn't help but chuckle at the little teasing. "You don't need to be so nervous. They are all immersed in their own world and have no time to care about others. You are safe here."

Anson shook his head with a serious expression, "You should have seen what happened just now..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure passed by. He first saw Scarlett, then saw Anson. He immediately put on a sad expression and opened his arms to give Anson a hug. "Oh, dear, are you okay?"

Jennifer Aniston, wearing a black deep V-neck fishtail evening gown, looked grand and sexy, but she stopped with her long fishtail just for Anson.

Anson looked over Jennifer's shoulder at Scarlett and mouthed, "Look, exposed."

Scarlett quickly lowered her head to hide the upturned corners of her mouth.

Anson politely responded, "I'll be fine, I'm sure I can make it through the night. Thanks, Jennifer."

Jennifer hugged Anson tightly, "Oh... that's good, it really couldn't be better."

Then, she loosened her arms and held Anson's right hand again, squeezing it hard. She showed an expression between sympathy and comfort, tilted her head and looked Anson up and down, "Promise me, you'll be fine."

Anson responded with a bright smile.

Jennifer was finally satisfied. She nodded to Scarlett and then turned and left.

Not far away, Brad Pitt looked at Anson carefully with a playful expression on his face. He was no longer distant and unfamiliar as before, and his eyes flickered in the night.

can not see clearly.

For a moment it was hard to tell whether he was gloating over Anson's "misery" tonight, or whether he felt the same way as Anson was going through what he was facing.

Scarlett witnessed it all with a hint of amusement in her eyes. She looked at Anson again and opened her mouth slightly, not knowing how to start.

Anson seemed contented, pointing at his burger, "Do you need some energy? I have cash on me, so one burger is no problem." Scarlett couldn't help herself, her smile blooming perfectly, watching Anson take another big bite of the burger, his cheeks puffed up, "So, they've always been like this?"

Anson shrugged slightly and waved his hand in front of his face to indicate his facial expression. "They saw the hidden sadness and pain in this face. I guess they know myself better than I do."

Scarlett took a deep breath, "Originally, I wanted to check on you, but now it seems that if I ask 'are you okay' again, you might explode."

"Puff..." Anson puffed up his cheeks and made an explosion gesture with his right hand, while his facial features also cooperated to make an explosion expression.

Scarlett was so happy that she laughed so hard that she fell over.

Anson raised his eyebrows slightly and took a sip of Coke. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm not heartbroken."

"I don't know what happened to Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt before. Did they cry and break into pieces after failing to win an Oscar, put their fists in their mouths, and get drunk on alcohol? But..."

Scarlett couldn't stop smiling as she watched Anson make a gesture of putting his fist into his mouth.

“But I’m really enjoying what I’m seeing.”

“Even if it’s a vase, not just anyone can be called a vase.”

Scarlett opened her mouth in astonishment, obviously not expecting Anson to be so straightforward and frank. "I didn't expect to hear this term from you. Hey, aren't you a little too frank?"

Anson smiled and said, "Dear Scarlett, if you can rely on your looks, why do you have to rely on your strength? Aren't those who don't have good looks the ones who need to rely on their strength?"

Scarlett tilted her head and looked at Anson, "Why do I feel this sentence is weird?"

Anson, "It's like Alain Delon, a delicate and handsome being, who makes one suspect that the creator spent several times more time to create him; but in the movie, he is an alienated and empty carrier, his emotions and performance are all on the surface, everyone can see that he is "performing", he melts all the turbulence and delicacy into the abyss of nothingness."

"If such an Alain Delon can also have the ability, we may have to doubt whether the Creator has spent all his time fabricating him."

"No, that's not fair."

Scarlett laughed heartily, "So, are you comparing yourself to Alain Delon?"

Anson said seriously, "I didn't deny it."

Haha, hahaha.

Scarlett burst out laughing, her lungs began to vibrate violently, her laughter was so hearty and unbridled that she quickly covered her mouth and looked around in panic. She could see rustling eyes casting towards her, this scene was so embarrassing that she had to raise her hands to cover her cheeks——

Although the effect is mediocre.

Scarlett looked at Anson, her eyes full of smiles, "Has anyone ever told you that you are narcissistic?"

Anson, "You're the first."

Scarlett was stunned by the matter-of-fact expression, and then the corners of her mouth rose greatly, "What should I do? I don't think you are Alain Delon."

Anson opened his mouth slightly, revealing a heartbroken expression.

Scarlett's eyes flashed with a sly light, "In fact, I don't think you should put yourself in the position of a vase. Marlon Brando never thought of himself as a vase. What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)