The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 533 No word
As soon as he sat down, the red sofa opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Anson whole, leaving only a golden head like a mushroom.

However, Anson did not resist. He sat quietly on the sofa, curled up awkwardly and stiffly into a ball, looked up at the ceiling, and his mind went blank——

Not without ideas.

On the contrary, there are really too many thoughts in my mind, and thousands of thoughts are rushing to my head, and there is no way to sort them out for a while.

He didn't know what was going on with his father. He really doesn't want to go to school today. Will Lucas make it in time? What if dad sneaks away. Will you be given a warning if you are late to school? What class is this morning? Mr. Ruth's office is actually covered in cobwebs. If Mr. Ruth asked the parents to come, should he call the father in?

It seems that he has no choice.

The messy thoughts came out one after another, but disappeared before they could be unfolded. They were like a messy ball of yarn. After searching for it, the clues were lost, and finally they fell into a blank.

No sadness, no loss, no pain, no annoyance, no anger.

There was nothing, just blank space.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, waiting patiently for Mr. Ruth's reprimand.

Time freezes at this moment.

Harris watched the camera lock on Anson, the scene completely frozen, watching the time gurgling on Anson's shoulders motionless.

There was no movement or expression, just a profile of Anson's face, but it was inexplicably sad, like a butterfly standing gently on the flowers.

The golden sunlight falls on the wings of the butterfly, flowing brightly and brilliantly. It is so gorgeous but so fragile that it may break with the slightest touch, so that you hold your breath and keep a distance, not daring to get close easily.

Alex turned his head awkwardly and rubbed his eyes hastily.

Eric noticed, but he made no move.

Eric stared intently and quietly at the blond boy not far away——

He understands, he understands everything.

Those trivial worries, those heavy emotions, those faint sorrows are not earth-shattering disasters, nor are they the pain of life, separation, and death. For those who are really in dire straits, their troubles seem insignificant, and they are even ashamed to speak out.

But they are real.

Like a gurgling stream, it flows gently, slowly and quietly, flowing through the ankles, flowing through the calves, flowing through the knees, quietly rolling up the body and diving into the bottom of the water, waiting until it is too late to realize that the stream has flooded the chest, and then Just follow the flowing water and escape into a deep blue.

An unfathomable deep blue.

He tried to breathe, struggled, and shouted, but he had no strength.

Sometimes, he wonders, is there no end to youth?

He was really tired of being seventeen. Why was seventeen so long and never ending? He might never get out of this haze.

Slowly, slowly disappear.

The blond boy was him, but not him, just another weak soul trapped in youth.

Eric blinked, expecting to cry.

but no.

The eyes were dry, no tears, no warmth, nothing.

There was only confusion.

The camera, like time, and like their seventeen years old, is frozen in place, motionless.

One second, two seconds...

Thirty seconds, sixty seconds...

Gus stared intently at the monitor screen, watching Anson sitting quietly on the sofa breathing. No words or movements were needed, but the characters and story in front of him began to breathe, and everything suddenly became alive.

This is the movie moment——

Break time and space, get rid of the plot and lines, let the camera and the actors collide, allow the audience to breathe with the camera, and feel the beating of the heart.

Audiences tend to like explosive moments, whether it is plot, performance or the energy released by computer special effects; but the real test of a director is those moments when he slows down, calms down, and feels his pulse.

An atmosphere. a state.

Finally, Gus waited.

There was no sound in the entire audience, just watching Anson's breathing. In fact, Anson was just stunned for a moment, completely unaware of the passage of time. He briefly wandered into the sky, letting his thoughts spread in the void and his body falling into the abyss.

then.

Without warning, Anson withdrew his thoughts and returned to reality.

He adjusted his sitting posture, tried to straighten his back, and looked at Mr. Ruth calmly.

Anson thought Mr. Ruth would speak.

But he didn't.

Mr. Ruth folded his hands on his chest, leaned on the desk, and looked at Anson.

Neither of them spoke.

Mr. Ruth could notice the restlessness and uneasiness in Anson's eyes, which were quietly hidden under the calmness. After all, he did not speak the words that were already on his lips and swallowed them all, showing a little helplessness between his brows.

Mr. Ruth stood up straight, lowered his arms, then turned back to the desk and stood behind the chair with an expression of helplessness and trouble.

After struggling for a moment, Mr. Russ still looked at Anson.

"Go to class."

"But don't be late for after-school detention again."

Harris' camera focused on Mr. Ruth.

Outside the camera, Anson struggled to stand up, still immersed in his own thoughts, walking heavily in front of the camera, always looking at the ground, nodding slightly, but not sure if he heard it.

Harris' camera naturally follows Anson as he leaves Mr. Ruth's office.

As soon as he went out, he could notice that Anson took a deep breath to regain his attention, and seemed to have returned to normal——

The teacher's office is full of people, including teachers and students.

"Sorry ma'am, we need to sign out."

Directly in front of them was a couple who were popular on campus. If Anson remembered correctly, that boy was on the school football team, and many girls had a crush on him.

Clearly, Anson didn't want to attract any attention.

How to do?
Anson raised his head and glanced around, finding a poor excuse to cover himself up, "Hey, where was that photo taken?"

Anson pointed to the landscape photos on the wall and asked the busy teacher.

"Hawaii. Maui."

Anson was a little uncomfortable, adjusting his hair and clothes, trying to hide his embarrassment, and deliberately looked at Liang Liang again with admiration, "Wow, beautiful!"

The teacher noticed something unusual about Anson.

She walked forward and asked, "Do you need help?"

Anson paused and suddenly remembered, "Yes." He took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, "My brother will come over to get these keys later."

Teacher, "Okay."

Anson, "He'll be here about half-past eleven."

The teacher took out a brown paper envelope, "Put it in the envelope and write your brother's name."

"Luka, oh, Lucas, his name is Lucas."

The camera moves forward quietly——

Leave Anson.

Harris pushed forward and moved sideways, taking in the entire teacher's office. Others were still talking and busy.

"Card!"

Gus's voice broke the calm, but there was no sound in the entire space, and his heart stopped beating.

Could it be that it’s NG again?
(End of this chapter)