The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 926 The blood is boiling
boom.

A loud bang exploded in his mind, and Karl froze in place.

My brain went on strike and stopped functioning. I had no thoughts or ideas at this moment. I just stood there subconsciously, staring blankly at this scene.

The night is just right.

The bright moonlight gently sprinkled down, passing through the orange street lights and covering the Film Palace with a layer of gauze. The gentle waves were singing softly, and the hustle and bustle of the streets seemed to add a bit of laziness. After a busy day, Cannes faded away from the summer heat and slowly quieted down. The audiences who were rushing to and fro only slowed down a little at this time.

In the end, only those fanatical movie fans are still chattering and lingering, with a cup of coffee, a bottle of beer or a cigarette. It doesn't matter if there are no seats, they can just stand on the street and forget themselves.

Squander your youth recklessly and make wasting time a unique enjoyment.

This is really rare.

All those who come to Cannes are from the media. They have been working in the industry for a long time and have unknowingly smoothed over their edges. Film has become a job and the passion they once had seems to have cooled in their blood.

However, film festivals have such charm.

Everything is about movies, awakening the love and passion that have been covered in dust in the corners of the soul. A good movie can keep people awake all night, and a bad movie can make people curse. The emotions are so vivid and strong, and people dare to love and hate, and experience ups and downs. Life becomes hot again, as if they use all their strength to spend every day.

Quietly, Carl watched the scene quietly.

Then, as if possessed by some mysterious force, he took a step and walked towards that place.

Even though my body was aching all over and protesting; even though I was exhausted and my brain was completely on strike; even though I had already decided to return to the hotel to rest.

However, as if fascinated, he moved closer unconsciously.

——It’s Anson indeed.

At this time, Anson was no longer the focus. Several people in front of him were debating passionately, with their sleeves rolled up and ready for a real fight, with saliva flying everywhere; but Anson also remained focused, interjecting from time to time with a few words, which were concise but to the point.

Maybe Anson is not the focus, but he is always the center and the center of gravity.

Cardo couldn't help but look at Anson twice, recalling their encounter at the Movie Palace this morning. He was now 100% sure -

The one in the morning was Anson, otherwise how could he talk so freely about the topic of "Dogtown"?
Things are a little bit subtle.

Anson, it seems, is not that Anson Wood. He is just an ordinary film festival goer. Like them, he passionately defends his favorite movies and speaks boldly for movies he doesn't like. His emotions are all written on his face.

But Anson is still the same Anson, his every move is the focus of attention. At this moment, no one pays attention to his appearance. It is purely a collision of opinions. No one cares who puts forward the opinion. They just discuss the facts. However, Anson's opinions are equally attractive.

So, what kind of charm is that, hormones? Or brains?

Everything seems magical.

Less than twenty-four hours ago, reporters had lined up outside the hotel room, hoping to get a chance to interview Anson, but not everyone was able to do so; and now, Anson was right in front of them, beside them, becoming one of them, engaging in a passionate debate.

Is this Cannes?
The topic extends from "Dogville" to "Elephant" to "Father and Son" and beyond, and is not even limited to this year's Cannes Film Festival, but is spreading to a wider field. The real theme is movie, and only movie.

Carl thought he had overdrawn his brain and all his brain cells had stopped working, but when they were discussing whether "A Clockwork Orange" was an offense to the audience and whether "2001: A Space Odyssey" was an offense to the audience, he was injected with a shot of chicken blood and finally couldn't help but speak out, joining the topic naturally without any trace of editing.

Fatigue is gone; sleepiness is gone.

Carl felt that he could fight for another ten days.

The atmosphere was lively. Unconsciously, some people left and some joined, the crowd shrunk and swelled, participants came and went, and only the movie remained. It seemed that they could chat endlessly until dawn.

In Cannes, movies are the real protagonists, and the only protagonists.

No one noticed Anson's departure.

"...Are you sure? Is it really okay to leave like this? Wouldn't it be impolite?" Scarlett was unsure and looked at Anson in surprise.

He followed Anson away, but he couldn't help looking back repeatedly, worried that their departure might be discovered.

Anson waved his hand. "Don't worry. Their attention is on the movie."

"But if you keep hesitating, you might be discovered. Run!"

Without warning, Anson shouted.

Scarlett: ???

"What?" Scarlett was full of questions and panicked, but she still ran after him reflexively, "Wait, you can't run away secretly by yourself."

Yelling, Scarlett saw Anson slow down, turn around, and walk backwards. She bit her lower lip, accelerated, and sprinted past Anson.

However, she didn't expect that Anson's long legs would catch up with her less than two seconds after she took the lead. This made Scarlett scream and run at full speed as if she was sprinting a 100-meter race.

The two of them ran wildly, one in front of the other, one behind, one left and one right. Their brilliant and wanton laughter spread across the seaside avenue. Many passers-by looked over. The flickering light flowed over the two young faces. The two exchanged glances and ran breathlessly again.

Be careful not to be discovered.

After running all the way, after rushing out six hundred or seven hundred meters, he finally stopped, panting and sweating profusely.

Scarlett looked at Anson, and Anson looked at Scarlett. Both of them couldn't help but burst into laughter happily, "Hahahaha".

Scarlett, "Where are we heading now?"

Anson looked back and said, "When running away, there is no direction. Be careful!"

Scarlett was startled and looked back, preparing to start again, but found that there was no one behind her. Then she realized that she had been fooled, "Even if you need to be careful, it's not me. They are all chasing you, okay?"

Anson spread his hands. "But now you're my accomplice, just like Clyde and Bonnie, so you can't run away even if you don't want to."

Scarlett chuckled, "So, I'm Clyde and you're Bonnie?"

Anson tilted his head. "Didn't we agree that I'm the criminal leader?"

Scarlett had not expected that her ridicule would be interpreted in a different way. She laughed again, her mouth dry, her breath heavy, her chest heaving violently. She looked at Anson bathed in the moonlight, that brilliant smile so gentle and so dazzling.

My heart shrank.

Scarlett quickly shifted her gaze to the coastline on her right. The sparkling deep blue ocean stretched quietly and vastly towards the horizon. Stars were scattered all over the sky and the ground, and the scene was magnificent. Her breath was cut off in an instant, and exclamations involuntarily rushed out of her throat.

Beautiful.

(End of this chapter)