The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 9 Hero saves beauty
The Hayworth Theater is a small, unknown theater located on Wilshere Avenue, less than two kilometers from Anson's residence, where the latest plays of James Franco and Seth Rogen will be staged.

During rehearsals, James would often run back and forth as a way to get extra exercise.

But today, Anson and Chris weren't going to walk -

Parking the car in a parking space on the roadside, Chris pulled out two cardboard boxes from the back seat, which were full of promotional posters and peripheral T-shirts.

This is James' idea, and everyone in attendance today can get a copy for free.

Anson was about to step forward to help, but Chris suddenly raised his head and said, "Ah, I forgot to buy water, not for the audience, but for the actors, a bottle of mineral water for each person."

Anson glanced at Chris and said, "I'll go. If you can't do it alone, go inside and call James and Seth. He should bring them with him when he sets off in the morning."

Chris laughed heartily, "Wherever you need help, it's not a heavy thing."

While talking, Chris stacked the two boxes, picked them up easily, turned around and walked towards the theater door, with a strutting posture as if he was not carrying any weight at all.

Anson closed the car door, turned around and scanned the neighborhood. He was worried that he was like a headless fly with no direction. After all, he had just arrived in this strange city for a few hours. Then he saw a Ralphs, and his sense of familiarity guided him. Follow him to take steps.

It seems that it should be a supermarket.

Tall trees line the street, and a parking lot is circled in the square in front of the supermarket entrance. It is convenient for customers coming in and out to sort out their shopping lists. Neatly parked carts are parked on the side of the bushes, maybe It can be used to transport mineral water.

Involuntarily, I glanced at the tree. It was not the palm trees that people think of all over the streets of California, but more like a sycamore. The umbrella-shaped crown spread out vigorously and vigorously, casting a shade.

Wait, it doesn’t seem to be a sycamore, could it be a mango?

But, is it possible to grow mangoes in the climate of Los Angeles?
Snapped!
The moment Anson passed by, something fell from the treetops, a black mass, emitting a strange smell in the hot golden halo.

Anson reflexively distanced himself a little, and when he took a closer look, one question mark after another appeared crazily.

That's a shoe. Platform shoes.

So, was the witch Kiki passing above just now?
Anson took another half step back and looked up along the tree crown. Between the branches and green leaves, he could see a figure curled up into a ball, like an injured kitten, with a lotus root exposed. His calves were drooped, and he tried to shrink his shoulders to hide his figure.

But apparently, little success was achieved.

The figure seemed to be aware of Anson's gaze, and carefully revealed half of his face. His short golden hair was spread out, and his gaze was wrong.

Realizing that he had failed to hide his whereabouts, he showed a naughty smile and stuck out his tongue to make a face.

A girl.

Anson looked at the figure hidden in the shade, a little surprised and a little amused, "So, did you see any unique scenery up there?"

The girl also giggled because of Anson's unconventional answer, "I think the sycamore tree bathed in the golden sunshine is particularly beautiful."

Anson was a little surprised, turned around and looked around, then looked up again with confusion on his face, "Are you sure?"

The girl also looked around -

architecture. architecture. Beyond architecture is architecture.

This is the heart of Los Angeles, the center of the city. Even if you climb to the treetops, you can't see anything else. This is why celebrities in Los Angeles like Beverly Hills. When you climb up and look into the distance, the city scenery is fully exposed under your feet; but a tree The height of the tree simply cannot achieve such an effect.

The girl immediately understood what Anson meant, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

Anson continued, "Of course, I understand. When you stand on it, you can not only see the horizon in the distance, as if the world extends infinitely; you can also smell the subtle breath brought by the breeze, sunlight, trees, weeds, The sea fills the body with the sweet air.”

The words, like a magic wand, made the smile bloom on the girl's face little by little.

The girl raised her voice, "These words make you sound very old." Anson: ...

Actually, that's right, because the soul in this skin is already forty years old. Even after time travel, from forty to eighteen, he still can't fully adapt to the mentality of young people. So, does this count as revealing his age? ?
Anson raised his head, "Then you should be careful not to be deceived by the strange uncle."

"Giggle." The girl laughed heartily, "Okay, to be honest, I have no interest in climbing trees, I just do it for this little guy."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl adjusted her body slightly, revealing a little kitten in her arms. It looked so small that she didn't know how to climb up.

"I saw her hanging on a branch asking for help, so I tried to help. But now it seems like I'm trapped too, hahaha."

Anson looked at the treetops and was thinking about how the girl should get down when a call came from the direction of the parking lot——

"Scarlett!"

Like thunder.

Anson followed the sound and looked over. A young man of eighteen or nineteen years old ran rampant in the parking lot with a face full of anxiety and anger. The aura emanating from his body was very oppressive and offensive, as if he had a weapon in his hand. , that’s “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” encore.

Looking back with a question mark, Anson was about to ask the girl if she needed help, but he saw the girl put her fingers on her lips nervously.

"Shh!"

So, the target that young men are looking for is her?
Anson blinked and used the corner of his vision to indicate the direction of the sound in the parking lot——

"Scarlett! Jesus Christ!"

The girl nodded repeatedly, her fingers pressed tightly to her lips, her expression and eyes were very nervous, and then she shook her head again and again, hugging the little milk cat tightly, and curled up into a ball.

Then, the young man was already walking towards Anson——

After all, there was no obstruction in the parking lot, and Anson was the only pedestrian in sight. He was like a polished commander, and his whereabouts were easily exposed.

There is nowhere to escape.

"Hey guy."

The young man had already raised his voice and asked.

"Did you see a girl? Height, about as high as my chest; blond hair, wearing a green T-shirt, looking a little rushed."

Anson:......

From the corner of his vision, he could see the girl clinging to the tree trunk like a chameleon, trying to hide her whereabouts with the color of her clothes, but the cherry red pants still easily revealed her whereabouts——

By the way, who would wear a green top with cherry red pants? Is this strawberry or cherry?
Despite this, Anson's expression did not change and he pretended to be recalling, "Uh, red pants? Blonde hair with a bunch of braids?"

The young man's expression lit up, "Yes, yes, that's her."

From the corner of his eye, Anson noticed the platform shoe lying alone on the ground, whining pitifully, as if trying to attract attention.

Ah, oops.

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