From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Obviously, Scarlett was joking, the light in her eyes teasing:

Honestly, she found it hard to imagine Anson dancing.

Anson spread his hands, "Hey, I know I'm not a Broadway boy, but I can dance."

Scarlett expressed doubt.

Anson, "Okay, before I was seven."

Scarlett laughed directly.

Anson couldn't help but smile, "You know, when you're a kid, you desperately need playmates, so whenever I heard my father's best friend's car stop at the door, I couldn't control myself."

"I would start running around the house ecstatically and start breakdancing, pretending I was Michael Jackson standing on a stage at a concert for a hundred thousand people."

"God, I was so annoying that my father had to stop me, 'Quiet, Anson, you need to calm down now'."

Scarlett chuckled, unable to stop at all.

"But I still couldn't control myself, running around the house like crazy, rushing to the door, waiting for it to open, and then I could see my friends, my father's best friend's twins, they were the same age as me, and they liked the same things as me."

"You wouldn't believe how crazy we were back then."

As he spoke, a hint of contemplation appeared between Anson's brows:

He seemed to have let something slip.

These memories came from his previous life, when he was an only child, so he always looked forward to his parents' friends visiting, because they would always bring their children with them.

But now, what about "Anson Wood's" childhood?

Scarlett didn't notice, "Trust me, I know, I hate my siblings."

As soon as she said that, Scarlett laughed heartily.

Anson reacted: Fortunately, he didn't give himself away. Lucas was obviously much older than him. To outsiders, he shouldn't have been Anson's playmate.

But after carefully recalling, Lucas could be seen in every corner of the original owner's childhood memories.

Scarlett looked at Anson, "You know what? Many animals dance when they are courting."

Anson's thoughts were pulled back, "Like a peacock spreading its tail?"

Scarlett nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that's right."

Anson's mouth also turned up again, "When we were young, we were just purely happy, maybe without even knowing the reason…"

Scarlett, "Dancing involuntarily."

Anson, "Yes, an instinct, so, actually, I'm very good at dancing, you know, maybe people missed a great dancer."

Scarlett nodded slightly, "I agree."

Anson: … He was stunned, "You agree?"

Scarlett reacted at this time, "I agree with the animal instinct part, not the world dancer part."

"Haha." Anson didn't mind, "So you also like to dance?"

Scarlett tilted her head, "When I was little, I was obsessed with the Spice Girls."

Anson sighed, "Oh."

Scarlett, "Do you know them?"

Anson, "Of course. Victoria Beckham? But it's not just because of her, their music is everywhere, who doesn't know them?"

Scarlett's face was full of surprise, "I still remember the first time I saw the music video for 'Wannabe' on TV. They were wearing leopard print, lace, and suspenders, showing themselves off to the fullest, showing themselves off to the fullest at the Midland Grand Hotel. They danced under the crystal lamps, they broke into parties and wreaked havoc, they bravely did their own thing."

"I still remember the scene at the time. It was morning, I was dressed, eating cornflakes, and getting ready to go to school. As soon as the music video came on, I thought, 'Damn, what is this?' you know?"

Involuntarily, Anson laughed heartily and nodded repeatedly, "A whole new world."

Scarlett, "Yes, you wouldn't believe the visual impact of that moment. The music was also mind-blowing, constantly spinning in my head. I even choreographed a set of dance steps for it, imagining myself dancing under the crystal lamp, the whole world applauding for me."

Anson quickly sat up straight, "Of course!"

Scarlett also stood up straight, "I'm not sure if I remember, it's been many years, the dance steps must be rusty now, you're not allowed to laugh at me."

Anson rubbed his hands, "No, no, no, of course not."

Scarlett adjusted her posture, "Let me recall."

Anson blinked, staring with wide eyes, "I'm already amazed by you."

Scarlett noticed Anson's gaze, the light in his eyes, which seemed like a smile but wasn't, was flashing, reason finally returned, she looked left and right at the Hilton Hotel lobby, the crowd attending the awards ceremony was coming and going, she couldn't believe that she was actually being stupid here, and then looked back at Anson.

In those deep blue eyes, there was clearly a hint of teasing and jest.

Scarlett covered her face, "No."

Anson widened his eyes, a good show was about to start, why did it end?

"Hey, Scarlett, don't worry, only I'm here." Like the devil's whisper.

Scarlett glared at Anson, "I'm 100% sure you're okay now."

Anson looked regretful, "I was actually seen through."

Scarlett, "Do those fans know you're so annoying?"

Anson shrugged lightly, "I guess they shouldn't know, otherwise they might really wave their fists."

"Haha." Scarlett couldn't help it after all, her smile bloomed completely.

Laughing and laughing, Scarlett couldn't help but quiet down —

She understood that feeling.

Everyone treats you like a child, like a vase, looking down on you with a condescending attitude. All the comfort, inquiries, and care hide a kind of pity and contempt. Behind the smile is ill-intentioned discrimination and prejudice.

It's uncomfortable.

Perhaps, Anson really doesn't care about nominations and awards, but those noisy examinations are annoying, because Scarlett herself is also experiencing these, standing under the spotlight, accepting the scan of malicious eyes.

If she is already like this, let alone Anson?

Last year's Golden Globes, Anson was a thorn in their side; this year's Golden Globes, I'm afraid it will be even more so, standing on the cusp of the storm to be measured.

However, they cannot complain or be angry, and they cannot even be irritable or fragile. People will condemn them for not knowing what's good for them and not knowing what blessings they have. What's worse is that this will expose their soft side and then become a weakness for people to attack.

The Vanity Fair is such a colosseum.

Therefore, Anson has been disguising himself, trying to protect himself tightly.

But tonight's awards ceremony has just begun.

Of course, maybe she was thinking too much, maybe Anson wasn't so sentimental, maybe Anson could lightly counter those doubts.

After all, Anson said, he was fine.

Scarlett took a deep breath, she wanted to confirm again, but the words were only on her lips, "Anson…"

Then she was interrupted. People came and went in the hotel lobby. Someone noticed Anson and Scarlett, and intervened inappropriately, enthusiastically joining the conversation.

Anson and Scarlett exchanged a look, a smile appeared in their eyes, which made Scarlett unable to control it. A smile climbed to the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were full of smiles.