The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 922 Rookie Mistake
That's too late.

This was the only thought in Anson's mind. He now needed to get to the Riviera Palace within five minutes, otherwise he would miss the last screening of "Life is Splendid" in Cannes. He had to sprint.

Tap tap tap, tap tap tap.

Running and sprinting all the way, Anson could even feel his lungs burning and his breath stained with the smell of blood. Finally, he arrived at the last minute and quickly entered the venue and found a seat to sit down before the lights went out.

Panting and sweating.

Now, I finally feel like I'm at a film festival. I'm running from one show to another, jumping between movies. Lunch and dinner are usually only three to five minutes away. I don't even have time to eat the sandwich I brought with me. I can only stuff a soda cracker in my mouth and slowly dissolve it.

This is where chocolate and candy come in handy.

Not to mention the food, there wasn't even enough time to digest and comprehend the movie.

Slowly, slowly, his eyelids began to twitch, and pinching his thighs was no longer effective. The darkness swarmed in from all directions and surrounded him.

Snapped.

There was a slap on his forehead, like a watermelon being slapped. Judging from the sound, it should be ripe. Anson sat up straight and perked up.

Half asleep, half awake, bleary-eyed, dizzy-headed—

Who am I where am I and what am I doing?
He was a little slow to realize that he almost crushed the lady next to him. Anson quickly lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

"Feel sorry."

The lady also nodded slightly in response, but did not say anything to disrupt the atmosphere of the movie. She continued to look at the big screen, concentrating and immersing herself in the movie.

Anson exhaled lightly, adjusted his sitting position, patted his cheeks, and tried to wake himself up and re-enter the world of the big screen.

However, it's not easy.

There is no need to repeat the madness and exhaustion of the past 72 hours of non-stop work, so let’s just focus on today’s intensive schedule:
"Dogville," three hours.

"Brilliant Life", six hours.

He worked non-stop from morning to night without any breaks. His lunch was still in his backpack, and he quickly finished a hamburger in two minutes for dinner. After watching all the movies, Anson continued to watch the third part of the day.

"Fathers and Sons," the one Nicholas recommended.

However, this is a stream-of-consciousness film with a strong artistic atmosphere, focusing on an emotion in a mumbling and wandering manner. A hazy and psychedelic, ambiguous and quiet atmosphere permeates the camera. The expression method of weak plot and strong atmosphere slows down time, which is very similar to a lullaby.

Now, Anson finally understood the joke among fans:
"Every year at the film festival, there are always one or two movies that are suitable for catching up on sleep."

On the one hand, some art films are truly hypnotic, in the same way that Olympiad mathematics or quantum mechanics are.

On the other hand, watching movies is also a double test of physical and mental strength. If you are too greedy and schedule too many films like Anson, an amateur, then even if the movie is very exciting, it will be useless if your brain cannot fit it all in. In the end, you may end up sitting in a cinema chair and receiving insomnia treatment.

It's clear at first glance that Anson is a newcomer to the film festival—

There is no strategy for scheduling films. People just put whatever is on the schedule into their list without considering the genre or the length of the film. They treat themselves like robots, full of enthusiasm, and just roll up their sleeves and get started. It is easy to make such mistakes when talking about things on paper, and as a result, they are overloaded on the first day.

And then... nothing happened. I fell asleep while watching.

Anson tried very hard, was positive and enthusiastic, and tried hard to cheer himself up, but in the end he couldn't resist the affectionate call of the movie's stream of consciousness, and fell into sleep again.

until--

Cold. The air conditioning in the theater was too strong, and Anson was woken up by the cold. He woke up from his sleep with goose bumps all over his arms and back. He looked at the big screen with sleepy eyes and a confused mind. The movie was not over yet, but the magical thing was that the emotions conveyed in the picture could be connected, and it had no effect at all after a nap.

But my left shoulder feels a little heavy.

It was a beat late before Anson noticed the head drooping on his left shoulder. It seemed that he was not the only one who was hypnotized.

So, should he wake the lady?

It’s better not to do that. Who knows how many screenings that lady has been through today? She’s probably as tired as he is.

The movie ended soon, less than ninety minutes; but the screening, which was like a dreamlike mumbling, felt like three hours.

One after another, the audience in the screening room stood up and prepared to leave, and the trivial commotion was stirred in the cold air of the air conditioner.

Anson glanced at the lady on his left shoulder again, still no movement; but, wait, this face... the distinct facial features were very recognizable. Just now, his attention was always on the movie - on hiding his embarrassment, and he didn't pay any attention to the audience on both sides. Now it was different.

Anson was stunned. He didn't expect to meet here.

After thinking about it, Anson did not stand up. He kept his posture and continued to sit where he was. Anyway, there were no other films scheduled for tonight.

There is plenty of time, so you can wait a little.

At this moment, the lady suddenly sat up straight, rubbed her eyes in a panic, and tried her best to stay calm and continue looking at the big screen. The series of actions were smooth, just like a good student who dozed off in class and continued to pretend to listen carefully in order to avoid being discovered by the teacher.

However, looking at the dark screen, she was stunned:
The end... the movie is over?

Subconsciously, she looked around and saw Anson's profile, who was studying the official brochure seriously, as if he didn't notice her sleepiness at all.

but--

She was also stunned. She had never expected the face in front of her. She took a deep breath and said, "You saw everything, right?"

Anson turned around and said, "Secrets for secrets, we didn't see anything, what do you say?"

After a pause, Anson raised his finger and pointed to the right corner of his mouth. "However, we'd better destroy the evidence to avoid exposing ourselves to others."

She was stunned, and hurriedly wiped the saliva marks from the corners of her mouth. It took her a little while to react, her face stiff, "Actually, there's nothing on my face, right?"

"Appreciate the traces of the movie carefully." Anson nodded slightly with a serious look on his face.

She looked up at the ceiling with a helpless look on her face, but she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. "It seems that I should be able to get a high score. When I was in school, I never got a high score. This is a good thing and worth celebrating. Ha. Haha."

That dry laughter, without any joy in it, was very funny.

Anson simply turned sideways to face the other person, "There's no need to be so harsh on yourself. You've been busy all day at the film festival, and you're tired from watching movies. You're not in your best condition, so it's normal to feel sleepy. Which movie have you watched today?"

She took a deep breath, looked at Anson, with a look of despair on her face, and said nothing.

Anson was slightly stunned and blinked his eyes, "Wait, could it be..."

She nodded, "This is my first one today..."

Before she could finish her words, Scarlett Johansson covered her cheeks with her hands in despair and let out a depressed wail.

(End of this chapter)