The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 408 Bond of Trust
——"When Proust reached the last moment of his life, he looked back on the past and examined all the painful times in the past. He felt that the painful days were the best days of his life, because those days made him, those happy days What about the years? It was all wasted and nothing was learned.”

His fingertips gently rubbed the pages, he paused for a moment, and then turned back again. His eyes fell on the words, and he couldn't help but read them again.

The syllables jumped lightly between the lips and teeth, and finally turned into a mixed bitter and sweet taste on the tip of the tongue, and the mind slowly settled.

After "Cat and Mouse Game" was completed, Anson also entered a short vacation, skateboarding, learning to surf, lying on a beach chair, reading thick tomes, and falling asleep under the lazy sunshine. Go over there, wake up, and pick up where you left off.

Time, like grains of sand, slips away through the fingers while wiping the skin carefully——

a little. a little. Extremely clear. However, he missed its speed in a dazed moment, and by the time he realized it, it had already slipped away for the most part.

In the past few days, during breaks and pauses, the figure of the young man on the streets of New York flashed in my mind. The young man who aimed a gun at his father, the young man who shouted that he did not need salvation, the young man who fell into despair and fell apart, his thoughts I couldn't help but press the pause button.

But I don’t know what is happening to that young man now.

Did he escape successfully with his mother, but where could they escape to? Did they find shelter and completely escape the shadow of domestic violence? Or, in the end, they go back in circles and fall into the reincarnation of hell over and over again until the end of darkness?
In fact, Anson knows that he is not the savior and he cannot save everyone.

As he said that day, he could not save the boy. The only one who could save the boy was himself.

If you are always waiting for God to hear your prayers, always waiting for a superhero to descend from the sky to solve your dilemma, then this is an endless wait. What may be waiting quietly ahead is an infinite cycle of suffering and torture.

However, he still thought of that boy from time to time.

"I don't want to be a big shot, and I don't need your rescue," he said.

What he wants is very simple.

Ordinary life, ordinary daily life, just like all ordinary middle school students, they are worried about homework, excited about secret love, and quarreled over friendship. The worst thing in the world is a surprise test in class, and the happiest thing in the world I just don’t have any homework so I can stay up all night playing games with my friends.

The ordinary and ordinary that people are tired of, despise and reject are actually an illusory dream that they can't get.

The fingertips moved slowly over the page again, chewing the words carefully.

Once, he hoped that someone in the endless night could tell him that if he persisted for a while, those things that could not kill him would make him stronger. Until one day in the future, he would look back at the past with a smile on his face. Tell everyone that the painful days are the best days in life.

Now, he also hopes to pass on these words and beliefs to that boy.

Perhaps, in those long dark nights, they thought again and again that they could not persevere, and wandered on the edge of giving up and collapse again and again; but... it will pass, everything will pass, and they will eventually evolve into stronger ones. Existence breaks all darkness.

"...Anson?"

Until a call interrupted his thoughts, Anson suddenly looked up, and under the sun, he saw Edgar's worried face.

Anson gathered up his scattered thoughts, smiled at Edgar, and made a joke, "You are getting in and out more and more freely now. Who opened the door for you?"

"Shh, James isn't here today. Chris helped open the door." Edgar also joked.

Then, Edgar sat down opposite Anson, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Anson, is everything okay?"

Anson raised his eyebrows slightly, "Huh? Why, I'm fine, everything is fine."

Edgar hesitated to speak, but finally sighed softly, "Are you worried about things in New York? Don't worry, everything has been arranged." Anson:? ? ?
New York?

Could it be a matter of road rage drivers? Anson didn't mention the boy thing to Edgar, so New York could only be that one thing.

But that incident was already two months ago, and the media and paparazzi had long forgotten about it. Why did he need to worry about that incident?

Edgar looked at Anson and couldn't hold it back after all. "You were in trouble that day, right? It wasn't the driver, but before that."

"Although there is no surveillance video, I noticed the abrasions on your hands."

"I don't know what happened, but I believe you. You won't cause trouble easily. Since you don't want to talk, you have your reasons."

"I just want to say, please don't worry, I have finished it. There is no surveillance video and no witnesses. No matter what happens, even if the other party comes forward to accuse you, it will be your testimony against his testimony. We can still control it." Public opinion, so you don’t need to worry.”

Anson was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the back of his hand, which was already safe, "So, how long have you known about it?"

"From the first day." Edgar didn't hide it anymore, "Anson, this is my job."

Anson, "So, this was the original reason why you let the paparazzi release that photo? To divert attention?"

Edgar didn't deny it.

But this was already the answer, and Anson burst into laughter.

Edgar was slightly uneasy. He was not sure how Anson would react. To be precise, until now, he still doesn't know what happened that day. "Anson..."

The slightly raised curve of Anson's mouth slowly calmed down, and he looked at Edgar, "Captain, thank you."

Edgar was stunned.

"Thank you for your trust. You believed in me unconditionally without asking for any reason. I know that it is your job to protect me. No matter what the truth is, you need to protect me; but believing in me is not the case. You did not even ask me, so you unconditionally Stand by me and thank you for being my companion.”

Managers and artists are in the same boat. No matter what happens, managers and publicists must protect the artist, even if they confuse right and wrong and call a deer a horse. However, this does not mean that they need to trust the artist 100%. They can defend the artist while gnashing their teeth and hating their own artist. .

However, Edgar chose to believe him.

Anson understands that this is not easy, even difficult to achieve. After all, in the circle of Hollywood Vanity Fair, trust is the most valuable stupidity and naivety.

So, he needs to say thank you to Edgar.

Edgar blinked, hurriedly hiding his embarrassment, and cleared his throat, "I just...that's because...this is my job."

It's all because Anson trusts him, right from the first meeting.

Edgar took it for granted that he trusted Anson. After all, he had put all his career on Anson. But now Anson told him with practical actions that trust is a warmth worth thanking and cherishing.

Before becoming even more embarrassed, Edgar changed the subject in a panic. "So, what exactly happened that day?"

(End of this chapter)