From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

A turn, a glance back.

Then, Annie saw that smiling face, and was stunned unexpectedly. It was…

Before, that man had always been sitting. She didn't remember seeing him standing up, so she couldn't react for a moment when she saw him now.

Tall, upright.

The whole feeling was different. The visual impact brought by his height and frame rushed towards her, causing subtle changes in his temperament and impression.

Her brain pressed the pause button. Surprise and confusion surged in the hustle and bustle, and before she could even digest it, the other party had already waved hello.

“Hey, good afternoon.”

Annie's gaze couldn't help but follow the man's waving right hand, noticing the book, "To the Lighthouse".

Annie: …

Blinking her eyes, Annie's first reaction was to look up at the sky, gazing at the palm-sized, square sky between the tall hotel buildings.

— How does the universe operate?

Annie admitted that she had some strange ideas stirring in her mind, such as whether the other party was a stalker, but considering the misunderstanding just now, she had to warn herself that the earth was not revolving around her, and she shouldn't associate everything with herself.

Although, but.

Annie looked down at the man, hesitant, "How did you appear here? You shouldn't be…"

The second half of the sentence was swallowed, unable to say it or not say it, and finally, she said half and swallowed half, without beginning or end, inexplicably.

However, not saying it didn't mean Anson couldn't accurately interpret it.

From Annie's hesitation, confusion, surprise, and unexpected intertwined nerves, it could be seen that in just a short meeting, thousands of thoughts should be surging in Annie's mind. Although he couldn't accurately interpret Annie's thoughts, Anson had some ideas.

Anson's words didn't end there.

“I'm here for work, the 'Princess Diaries' crew, playing a small role.”

Annie: …

Gulp.

Annie swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Her chin seemed to be dislocated. "I, you… I'm also in the 'Princess Diaries' crew… playing a role…"

She stammered for a long time, and then noticed that Anson didn't look too surprised, as if he already knew she was also an actress in "Princess Diaries".

Wait—

In a flash of lightning, all the clues were connected. Annie stood there as if struck by lightning. Her drooping jaw should be dislocated.

Now, Annie finally understood why the man in front of her had that expression when she said she hoped they would never meet again.

Wham.

Her expression collapsed instantly, completely without any image to maintain.

Tears welled up.

What would happen if she started wailing again and shouted about losing face and ran away in despair? Would a familiar scene happen again?

Annie desperately buried her face in her hands, making a painful struggle, "Ah, Jesus Christ… Sir, could I trouble you to go to the hotel and borrow a shovel? I want to dig a hole and leave here."

Ha, hahaha.

Anson didn't expect such a reaction. The corners of his mouth completely turned up, "So, you're alone? Or do you need some help?"

He's still joking at this time?

Annie lowered her hands, meeting Anson's gaze with a look of hopelessness, trying to struggle, but immediately realized that struggling was futile.

Then, she finally understood.

Annie spread her hands, completely frank, looking like she was lying flat and letting him mock her, "I know, you know, and I also know that you know I've embarrassed myself again. This isn't the first time, and now it seems it probably won't be the last time."

If she hadn't slammed on the brakes just now and pulled back from the brink, and had accused Anson of stalking again, then…

Uh.

A shiver. The consequences were unimaginable, even just imagining it made goosebumps pop out like crazy, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Annie looked at Anson with a completely frank face.

But she didn't expect Anson to reveal a smile, "Very happy to meet you. From now on, we're colleagues. I look forward to a pleasant collaboration."

These words…

Considering it carefully, the subtext was that they should forget what happened on the plane, treat this as their first meeting, and then start collaborating.

Annie met Anson's gaze, upright and straightforward. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, but when she saw the book "To the Lighthouse" in Anson's hand, her cheeks couldn't help but burn again, and her gaze was slightly uneasy.

But this time, Annie controlled herself, "I'm very much looking forward to this collaboration."

Obviously, Annie's skin was still thin, not comparable to someone else. She lowered her eyes in a panic, changing the subject, "Which role are you playing?"

“Michael.”

Annie: …

Michael? Which Michael?

Wait, wouldn't it be that Michael who has a crush on Mia and has emotional scenes and even a kissing scene with Mia? Or just some random extra Michael without any lines?

Annie blinked her eyes, looking at Anson.

Anson revealed a smile, "Hey, Annie."

The gloating hidden in his greeting could no longer be concealed.

Annie immediately understood that the worst thing had finally happened. Sure enough, today was a day with terrible horoscope luck, and she couldn't help but let out a wail from the depths of her dantian, "Ah…"

Her last bit of ladylike image had vanished.

Anson, "Haha, hahaha."

Joking aside, Anson still stepped forward to help Annie put some scattered luggage on the trolley, otherwise they would become the culprits of the traffic jam at the door.

Back and forth, Annie completely relaxed instead—

After all, the ugliest and worst side had already been shown in front of Anson. There were no secrets and no image to maintain. Although she was extremely embarrassed, it also meant letting go of burdens and being true to herself.

Okay, if she's not a lady, then she's not a lady. Anyway, she doesn't like being a lady.

Annie immediately showed her bold and tomboyish true colors, without burdens or constraints, exuding a kind of heroic spirit that didn't match her appearance.

“This is my first mainstream movie.”

“Me too.”

“Ah, I'm really nervous. Honestly, I don't even know how I got the role. I performed terribly at the audition. Because I was too nervous, I fell off the chair, hahaha. After the audition, I thought I had messed up, and there was no chance for this role at all…”

“Maybe, that's why you got the role.”

“Ah?”

“There's nothing special about it. There are really too many good-looking faces in Hollywood, but interesting souls are especially rare. Everyone tries to show their perfect side during auditions, but that's not real and it's really boring.”

“Hmm… Why does it feel weird? Honestly, I think you're making fun of me, right?”

“Ah, damn, I've been discovered. My sarcasm skills should be practiced more.”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

Although they had just met, it was clear that the unusual encounter had already fostered some tacit understanding, directly skipping the restrained and polite stranger steps and quickly entering friend mode, as if they had known each other for a long, long time.

Fourth update.