From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Does Anson believe in unicorns?

No, he doesn't.

Having experienced the ups and downs of his past life, he no longer believes in fairy tales. If he continues to believe in them, he would be a complete fool.

Perhaps unicorns exist; perhaps they don't. What truly matters is that unicorns won't appear before him, and he has no connection to them.

Love?

That's a luxury.

In real life, it's a 'luxury' that everyone, regardless of wealth or status, can enjoy and possess. However, the cruelest and most ridiculous aspect of reality is that a small group of people can never touch this luxury. They can only admire it through a glass case—

This small group of people is either extremely wealthy or extremely poor.

Who would have thought that Anson, having fallen to the bottom, would share the same troubles as billionaires?

So, to some extent, Anson understands Annie.

Not only understands, but also completely empathizes. Beauty, happiness, joy—those things seem to have nothing to do with him. If they occasionally occur in his life, he would eagerly cherish them, then withdraw and extinguish all expectations and greed, to avoid ruining that beauty.

But the difference is that this is Anson's second life. Regardless of whether he believes in the existence of unicorns, he has already decided to give himself a chance:

To adventure, to experience, to explore. Don't be afraid of getting hurt, don't be afraid of disappointment. After all, this life is an extra reward.

Who knows, maybe at the end of time, at the edge of the universe, he will see a whole new world?

"We descend into this burning world, destined to meet."

"Whenever worldly flames fill the air, you are always by my side, the air is fresh because of you."

"You make me feel at home, you are my haven, love grows wherever you go, you are where my heart belongs."

Joy, happiness, and bliss sprout in his heart, then spread rampantly, burning fiercely, and finally flowing out as musical notes.

After leaving the garden, Anson walked Annie home until she stopped.

Annie hesitated slightly, unsure whether to invite Anson upstairs for a cup of coffee; but instead, Anson put on the brakes and took the initiative to say goodbye and leave.

"Don't rush, there's plenty of time. The future is very, very long, there's no need to hurry."

Turning to leave, Anson skipped and twirled with light steps, tapping his feet in a tap dance, finally climbing onto a lamppost and spinning three hundred and sixty degrees, singing heartily—

"Singing in the Rain."

"Damn, be quiet!"

Curses from the apartments on both sides pulled Anson and Annie back to reality.

Anson spun around the lamppost, then gave a bow towards Annie, before turning and striding away, leaving behind a lighthearted figure.

The corners of Annie's mouth lifted slightly, and it wasn't until she finished washing up, got into bed, and was about to sleep that she realized she had been maintaining the curve of her mouth all evening, causing her facial muscles to stiffen. She felt she would sleep well.

And Anson?

Anson strolled along the street, walking through the quiet Manhattan after midnight. Without the roar of vehicles or the dazzling lights, the whole city calmed down, leaving only him and the buildings and streets. At this moment, the city's sounds finally became clear, as if he could hear his heartbeat and the flow of blood. Musical notes flowed slowly beneath his light footsteps.

Everything was so natural.

Light, gentle, like the night breeze, unpretentious, not dazzling, not unrestrained, not gorgeous, tranquil and soothing, the surging emotions transformed into a gentle stream, humming softly under the vast city night sky where all sounds were silent and no one was around.

Closing his eyes, spreading his arms, he let himself get lost in the New York night in late spring and early summer.

"We explore this world separately, and you appear in all my blurred memories."

"Even if the dark clouds are thick and the day is dark, your heart is still my desire, I am immersed in every fragment."

"You make me feel at home, you are my haven, love grows wherever you go, you are where my heart belongs."

It's not just sweetness or happiness, it's not just joy or pleasure, but a kind of peace, a kind of serenity, a long-lost tranquility.

All the disturbances and noises disappeared, all the unease and anxiety were soothed, and he found the long-lost peace amidst the storms and tempests.

Over the past period, Anson had experienced the most turbulent, darkest, and longest time since his transmigration, walking alone in the endless night without seeing the direction or the end. He believed he had finally crossed the darkness and reached the other shore, but the chaotic emotions were still churning in his nightmares.

Until now.

Compared to happiness and joy, this peace is especially precious.

"No more fear, with you nestled by my side; where you are, there is paradise; just holding you in my arms, time always flies so fast, I ask for nothing else."

Simple, pure, light as clouds and gentle as the breeze, yet penetrating deep into the bone marrow.

Breaking through layers of masks and armor, stirring up ripples in the depths of his soul.

Now, Anson can finally appreciate the unique charm of musical films. He still remembers the first time he watched a musical film, it was the later 'High School Musical'. Watching those people start singing and dancing at the slightest disagreement, he was so embarrassed he almost died of poison, and couldn't help but think of Bollywood movies.

However, life is like this.

Sometimes language cannot accurately express one's emotions. How can complex feelings be accurately conveyed with simple words?

So, they sing, they dance, using this method to express themselves clearly.

An instinct, a return to the original.

Just like when we were young, we had perceptions and emotions, but our barren vocabulary and terrible expression skills couldn't accurately convey them. So we cried and laughed, we ran wildly, we stepped in puddles in the rain, we used body movements to express emotions, even if we were bloodied, we still went forward without hesitation.

On the contrary, after growing up, we began to restrain ourselves, refusing to express ourselves with body language. The rigidity and coldness of language created barriers between each other.

The reason why later musical films lost their charm was because the creative team didn't grasp the essence. They were just singing and dancing for the sake of singing and dancing, losing the expression of the characters' emotions through music and dance, and also losing the interpretation of the plot through singing, failing to resonate with the audience.

No more movies can be like 'Singin' in the Rain', using a dance in the pouring rain to show the wonderful and happy feeling of being in love.

'Singin' in the Rain' deserves to be a culmination of Hollywood's golden age of musical films, and time has proven its classic and legendary status.

Perhaps, if there is a chance in the future, Anson thinks that acting in a musical film would also be a good challenge—

Of course, it shouldn't be 'High School Musical'.

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