The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 62 Crowds of people
A long-sleeved indigo shirt paired with khaki casual shorts. Her golden-brown short curly hair fluttered uninhibitedly in the breeze. Her wide shoulders and narrow waist were comparable to those of a model, exuding a unique Italian style. As soon as she appeared on the stage, she passed by quietly. The sunshine and breeze also became wild and cool.

After getting off the car, he stood still, holding a light gray jacket in his right hand and draping it casually on his shoulders. He looked like he had just returned from a vacation in the Mediterranean, but he also showed a kind of elegance and unrestrainedness in his movements. He turned around and walked in. Even in upper-class parties, he can easily control the entire audience with his effortless temperament.

Because of the sunglasses, I can't see my eyes, which adds a bit of mystery.

Nicholas was slightly startled——

Subconsciously, my index finger pressed the shutter.

Once was enough. He hadn't recognized the person's identity yet, so he should control himself and not waste the film casually, but without realizing it, he pressed his index finger again.

twice. three times.

Before he realized it, his index finger had pressed a series of shutters in rapid succession, trying to use the lens to capture the moment when the sun and breeze rested on the figure's shoulders, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

Indeed, this is Hollywood, a place where handsome guys and beautiful women gather. There are always younger and better-looking people emerging. Whether they are vases or powerful people, the eyeballs are always filled with pleasing and eye-catching objects.

However, once you are really used to this kind of eyeball baptism, you will know that some good-looking is just good-looking, a kind of two-dimensional good-looking, a kind of literal good-looking; while some good-looking is powerful, a kind of three-dimensional good-looking, a kind of good-looking in a literal sense. Kind of vivid and beautiful.

The former are countless.

The latter, one in a million.

And this time?
Plop. Plop, plop, plop.

The racing heart and thundering temples have already responded, recording time on film, allowing the moment to evolve into eternity.

then.

Anson Wood.

A name popped into my head.

Reporters have all seen Anson, at least that's what they think. Even if they haven't seen the episode of "Friends," they should have seen the photos in the Los Angeles Times. No one can say they haven't seen him.

but.

"Have seen" and "seen" are two different things.

Occasionally we meet each other on TV or in magazines, we occasionally meet each other passing by each other on the street, we meet formally face to face... these are all different encounters.

They have never seen Anson in person.

Coupled with the pair of sunglasses, almost half of the originally small face was blocked, making it impossible to see the eyes or eyebrows, making it even harder to recognize him.

Even if Anson was standing right in front of him, he wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Nicholas just had a hunch and a guess. He couldn't be sure, but his hunch was very strong. Maybe this was the little lamb they were waiting for.

An idea takes root and sprouts.

Click.

After he regained consciousness, Nicholas pressed the shutter again.

Step up, face forward, and get stuck in position immediately.

next second.

Click, click, click...

Overwhelming, the flashes burst out with an incredible energy, and rushed towards the figure in front of them with their teeth and claws. They couldn't even confirm the identity of the other party, so they couldn't wait to pounce on the little lamb in front of them like the wolf grandmother, opening their mouths with all their strength. sprint.

A piece of silver completely swallowed up the sunlight.

Film was not a problem at all at this moment, and the shutter sound was all over the place.

"Anson."

Someone made a sound, and at this moment, he finally realized the identity of the person in front of him.

"Anson! Anson Anson Anson!"

The bustling shouts collided completely, and the eardrums ached faintly. Abruptly, the figure stood next to the car door and stopped. There was no need to move forward as the reporters had already surrounded him.

Nicholas bore the brunt and was the first to get in front of Anson.

"Anson?"

An emergency brake was applied, and Nicholas aimed his camera lens at Anson. Only then did he realize that Anson was so tall that he stood out from the crowd. The reporters gathered in twos and threes like dwarfs, and they couldn't help but look up slightly.

Then, Nicholas saw Anson take off his sunglasses and take advantage of his height to look around. He immediately saw the crowd approaching like zombies, and a look of astonishment and joy emerged.

"There are so many people."

He said.

Nicholas was slightly startled, what was this... reaction?
But seeing Anson's slightly raised corners of his mouth and the lightness in his eyes, that kind of sincere admiration made Nicholas laugh too.

Nicholas couldn't help but turn his head and look behind him, and reflexively replied, "Is there any?"

Immediately afterwards, a chuckle came from my ears, "Ha, it seems I need to see a real big scene."

Ansen has seen so-called big scenes before. During the previous May Day and Spring Festival, he not only saw it, but also experienced it. It was a real sea of ​​​​people, and all other battles pale in comparison.

But the difference is that he is one of those seas of people, just like a drop of water; but in the sea of ​​people in front of him, he is the center of the eye of the storm.

Only those who have experienced it personally can feel the heat and madness that hit their faces, and they can't help but blurt out in surprise.

--so many people.

This is the real idea.

Nicholas couldn't help laughing. It was difficult for him to describe his feelings accurately, but his smile couldn't help but rise slightly. Anyway, such a reaction had never happened before, and if he thought about it seriously, it made sense.

But Nicholas is still experienced and has not forgotten his own job. He needs to confirm his identity and then conduct an interview about the news, "Anson?"

Anson said seriously, "No, I'm not."

Nicholas:…

other people:……

There was a brief moment of astonishment at the scene. You could clearly hear the sound of the collective brain shutting down. Question marks were about to overflow and grab your throat.

The questions that were already coming to Nicholas' lips were suddenly blocked and automatically silenced.

Wait, they made a mistake. The young man in front of them is not Anson at all?

This……

However, a voice next to him suddenly broke the brief stalemate, "But you are Anson, Anson Wood."

Anson was not embarrassed by being exposed, and showed a polite smile, "Ah, I almost got through."

Nicholas:? ? ? Is this okay?
Anson was not too disappointed. He let out a breath and showed a polite and gentlemanly perfect smile, "Yes, I am Wood, Anson Wood."

Luo Luo is generous and aboveboard, from his surname to his given name, he has his own strength.

The reporters in front of them were teased a little by Anson. They originally thought they would feel angry and humiliated, or ridiculous and aggrieved.

However, it did not.

Those eyes, smiles, and words were like a spring breeze, replaced by lightness, joy, and humor. The harmless pranks quietly broke down the tense atmosphere.

A smile crept up the corner of his mouth.

Although he didn't laugh out loud, it was obvious that the scene in front of him was slightly different from what he had imagined.

At this time, Nicholas was still experienced and immediately realized Anson's cleverness. With a little trick, he quietly took the initiative.

But Nicholas didn't have time to think carefully about the difference between Anson and his expectations. He just wanted to take the initiative immediately, "Anson, may I ask, have you heard the rumors that Brad Pitt tried to kick you off the crew of 'Friends'?"

(End of this chapter)