The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 521 Teenage Troubles
The young man stared at Anson quietly. Although Anson always smiled, he could catch a touch of sadness in the brightness and splendor.

Is this an illusion?
"What is your dream?" the boy asked.

Ansen was stunned, "Ah..." he let out a low sigh, and his memory went back along the long river of time. The memories of his youth in his previous life were so far away that he couldn't remember clearly which ones really happened and which ones were his own memories. Arrangement things.

His dream has long been scattered in the long river of time.

"My dream is to be like you." Anson said——

Even if you are scarred, you still love life, even if you are in jail, you still move forward resolutely, and even if you fall into the abyss, you still grit your teeth and persevere.

The boy didn't understand.

Anson is only nineteen years old now, almost the same age as him, but why does Anson exude a sense of loss and fragility that has gone through vicissitudes of life, and the power of time falls on his shoulders in a contradictory and complex manner.

The young man thought for a while, "Do you want to go back to the past?"

"Yeah." Anson nodded lightly.

Young man, "What do you miss most about that time?"

Ansen did not speak immediately, he cleared away the fog and dug out the past life memories hidden deep in the corners of his mind. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about it——

Those pure and simple years, he thought he would miss those happy times, but that was not the case.

"Miss those worries."

“Worrying about the unfinished homework, worrying about the abnormal test papers, worrying about the teacher catching me passing notes in class and asking parents to come to school, worrying about going out to play with friends on the weekend but not knowing how to tell my parents... …”

"I'm worried that the school stage play might go wrong, I'm worried that my parents might find out about playing game consoles secretly, I'm worried that the girl I have a crush on won't like me..."

Once, they thought those worries were the scariest and worst things in the world; but when they grow up, they realize that those worries themselves are a kind of happiness.

The words lingered in the air, and the sound fell crisply and disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the sadness and loss hidden in it became dense.

The young man couldn't help but hold his breath——

He understands, he understands 100%.

This is the life he wants, he wants to have those teenage worries, he wants to have an ordinary adolescence.

Obviously, Anson is also a man with a story. They all have their own stories, like two parallel lines that intersect at some point.

Anson noticed that the young man's eyes were slightly embarrassed. He did not expect that he would actually speak like this, and those words would come out naturally; but he knew that he saw his former self in the young man.

Sincerely, Anson hopes that teenagers can completely get rid of the shadows and truly live the lives of teenagers, worrying about those trivial worries.

cough.

Anson cleared his throat and concealed his expression, "Maybe you can become an actor and sign up for the school stage play to try."

The boy's eyes lit up, "Really? Do you believe I can become an actor? Just like you?"

Anson raised his eyebrows slightly, "Oh, did you recognize me?"

"Hehe." The boy giggled, "Not only me, but my mother also recognized you. Let me tell you a secret, I have watched 'Spider-Man' four times. I have become a superhero like you and shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting my mother. .”

Simple words hide too many scars.

It turns out that this is the power of movies——

It is far more than just a means of entertainment.

Anson nodded lightly, "If you are willing, you can also challenge an actor to try. This time, I came to Portland just to shoot a work. The director should start casting auditions in your middle school. If you are interested, I can recommend you to the director.”

"Really!" The young man stared at Anson with wide eyes, full of joy, "Can I really become an actor? And also perform with you?"

Happiness, blowout.

However, it only lasted for half a second, and the boy's face immediately darkened. "No, I can't."

"I, uh, if I become an actor, my existence and my mother's existence will be exposed. I don't want to be found, at least not yet, before I have the ability to protect my mother."

"Next time, maybe there will be a chance next time."

Anson looked at the struggle and hesitation on the young man's face, but his words of persuasion still stayed on his lips.

Maybe there are many solutions to the matter, but after all, this is the life of the other party. As bystanders, they can only see the tip of the iceberg and can only provide some help within their capabilities. The final decisions and choices still require them to take their own steps. .

At least, they have left New York and started a new life, which is a good thing, and the rest can be done step by step.

"This time, we are filming here. You are welcome to come and visit us at any time. You can see if you are interested. Filming is very different from what you imagined."

"After it's over, you can sign up for the school stage play and challenge yourself. That's Shakespeare. Who doesn't want to challenge Shakespeare!"

In just two sentences, the young man's expression became clear again.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it." The boy couldn't help but jump up. Just when he was about to say something more, he was interrupted by the sound of the school bell.

The young man showed a sad expression, "Ah, trouble."

"Haha." Anson was immediately amused.

The young man also smiled again, and ran towards the classroom as he took steps. Just after running a few steps, the young man stopped and looked back.

"Anson, I'm very happy to see you again."

"Thank you, I want to say, thank you!"

The young man shouted to Anson, smiling broadly, just as a ray of golden sunshine penetrated the clouds and fell on him, outlining a golden edge, which was completely different from the haze and gloom of the last time they met on the streets of New York.

"Hey!" Anson called, and the boy who was about to leave stopped again, "We have met twice, but we still haven't introduced ourselves. It's not fair."

"Haha, sorry." The boy scratched his head.

Stop and turn around.

The young man stared at Anson, and from a distance, he stretched out his right hand generously, held his head high and shouted loudly.

"Jake-Forest."

"My name is Jack Forrest, nice to meet you."

So bright and sunny, this is Jack's original appearance.

Even without the need for more words, the corners of Anson's mouth were already raised after a self-introduction, and then he followed suit and wrote Jack, stretched out his right hand, and shook hands from afar.

"Wood. Anson-Wood."

"Hey Jack, nice to meet you."

There was a long distance between the two people, more than ten meters apart, and even the conversation required shouting; but the two right hands completed the handshake in the air, and even high-fived, and a tacit understanding spread quietly. .

Then, without stopping any longer, Jack waved and retreated.

"Anson, the filming went well."

Watching Jack's back turn and leave, Anson stood still. Finally, the playground became quiet again, and all the students entered the classroom, and all the noise and bustle settled down in an instant.

Anson stared in the direction Jack left.

"I'm really, really happy to meet again."

(End of this chapter)