From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

The Emmy Awards ceremony had nothing to do with Scarlett Johansson. She didn't appear in any TV series, nor did she serve as an award presenter.

Moreover, Scarlett was still underage, not even close to the twenty-one-year-old drinking age, or even the eighteen-year-old adulthood.

However.

Scarlett still appeared at tonight's party, Jeff Robinov's party.

The reason was very simple—

She was now at an awkward age, not old enough to play adult roles, yet not young enough to continue playing child roles.

This transition period could be long or short. Some actors found their way after two or three years of wandering, while others struggled for ten years without a clear idea. Many more simply disappeared completely.

In Hollywood, almost every child star had to face such a transition period. How to reposition themselves, how to choose roles and projects, and how to continue their careers were undoubtedly unknown paths.

A little carelessness could spell disaster for a child star's future. Macaulay Culkin, Shirley Temple, Edward Furlong, and others were all cautionary tales, and no one wanted to repeat their mistakes.

Therefore, Scarlett's agent had her attend the party, hoping to break the deadlock. Although they weren't sure what to do next, they could only have choices by exploring more opportunities.

Tonight, Ryan Gosling also came—

Like Scarlett, Ryan was also a child star.

Ryan, along with Justin Timberlake, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and others, all came from the Disney Channel's "Mickey Mouse Club," but later chose different paths.

Unlike his companions, Ryan chose to become an actor and embarked on the path of independent art films. He was now also facing a crossroads in his transition after adulthood, pondering how to break free from the constraints without losing control.

Scarlett understood the reasoning, but standing in the bizarre party, surrounded by the bustling crowd, she couldn't help but feel lost:

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

Scarlett was vaguely getting in touch with the adult world, but still had a series of questions:

These people holding a glass of champagne that they will never drink, warming it bit by bit in their palms, standing there flattering each other, saying insincere words, and then what?

Following her agent, she met a series of different faces, and then finally stopped to have an in-depth conversation with a producer. Scarlett was left standing there, watching the two of them flirting between toasts. Scarlett very sensibly excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving the two of them a private space.

And she, this light bulb, wandered through the crowd.

Scarlett had an idea that she was more curious about this house than the people. Opening one door after another, there might be another world hidden behind it.

Creak.

On the sofa, two goblins were... fighting, a very intense kind.

Chewing over this thought while moving forward, Scarlett's footsteps wandered in the corridor, and she saw another dark wooden door, and subconsciously pushed it open directly.

Creak.

Opening the door and peeking inside, she saw a figure swaying inside:

Ah, bad!

Scarlett didn't have time to look around. The scene that had just happened was deeply imprinted in her mind. After dropping a sentence of "Sorry," she reflexively closed the door.

Closing her eyes, her heart beat like a drum—

Why not learn from a fall in a pit? The same thing happened twice in a row?

But, wait, something didn't seem right.

Scarlett thought seriously. It seemed that there was only one person behind this door panel, and that face was a little familiar. On a whim, she knocked on the door.

Knock knock.

The action was completed before her brain could react, and it was too late to regret it. She never expected that a deep voice would come from inside, and even through the door panel, she could feel the corners of his mouth gently rising.

With curiosity and confusion, Scarlett pushed the door open again.

At a glance, Scarlett saw a touch of azure blue, without a trace of impurities, so clear yet so deep; wearing a shirt and trousers, the suit casually draped aside, the tie loosened, sitting on the ground, obviously the clothes were neat and tidy, but exuding a fatal temptation.

The milky yellow light spilled all over the ground, setting off that face like jade, sitting on the ground like a teddy bear, with all kinds of books full of eyes and around him, leather shoes were thrown aside, and the casual and uninhibited temperament made the chaotic ground full of temperament.

The room was filled with the fragrance of books.

The sands of time filled the room with footsteps, seemingly unable to feel the passage of time, and all the light and color became dim.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat.

There was no one else, only the one in front of her. The mess on the ground was just her own wild thoughts, so what scenes was she imagining in her head just now?

In an instant, Scarlett was stunned.

Anson, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the immature face carefully poking out a head, her eyes full of inquiry and her expression full of astonishment.

The vivid little expression froze for a moment, with a bit of mischievousness.

Anson was also very surprised to meet Scarlett on this occasion.

"Hello."

Anson looked up and greeted her.

Scarlett finally recovered, watching the man in front of her look up at herself. Obviously, she was standing high, taking the initiative on a physical level, but she felt as if she was wrapped in that gaze, her heart beating wildly, and then she didn't even realize it, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

It was like this last time.

It's the same this time.

Scarlett used the door panel to block herself, "...Are you that reporter?"

As soon as she said it, Scarlett regretted it a little. What was with the reporter? She knew he wasn't a reporter. After all, Hollywood had been full of his news in recent months, and tonight he had become the focus of everyone's discussion at the party.

He certainly didn't know that when she first saw his photo in "GQ," she was choked by her own saliva and almost coughed up her lunch.

A smile climbed up the corner of Anson's mouth, his eyes reflecting Scarlett's face, "Yes, Princess Anne."

Scarlett was overjoyed: He, actually remembered.

This made Scarlett a little bolder, but her mind was still a mess. She didn't know what she was saying, "I'm here to...uh...look for Angelina Jolie, do you know where she is?"

Angelina Jolie:? ? ?

First chapter.