From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Scarlett: What's wrong with Angelina Jolie? Why is she in this conversation?

The problem is, she's preoccupied with the scene from the next room. Would it be better to change the subject and ask about Billy Bob Thornton's whereabouts?

Anson's lips curved slightly upward. "I think she might be a little busy right now."

Scarlett was slightly stunned. Her thoughts raced briefly in her mind. Could Anson also…? She opened her mouth, looking at Anson with surprise.

Anson didn't explain, but put his index finger to his lips:

Shhh.

Scarlett's idea was confirmed, and the corners of her mouth also rose involuntarily, as if the two shared a common secret.

Scarlett herself didn't realize it, but she carefully squeezed forward a little, entering the room, craning her neck to look around, like a wary cat. Although she didn't speak, her actions were obvious.

Anson chuckled. "Actually, there's another person hiding under the sofa."

After speaking, Anson gestured towards the sofa. Scarlett immediately became alert, glanced at the sofa, and realized after a beat that Anson was joking.

Scarlett was a little embarrassed, baring her claws. "Him, or her?"

Unexpectedly, Anson remained calm, his expression still leisurely and unhurried. His composure only made Scarlett more flustered. She gently bit her lower lip, glaring at Anson in protest.

Then, Scarlett squeezed forward another small step, closing the room door again, blocking the noise and commotion from the outside.

Scarlett curiously looked at the books scattered all over the floor. "What are you looking for?"

Anson was flipping through the books one by one, and opening small wooden boxes, which looked like the boxes for wands in Harry Potter. But unfortunately, they didn't contain wands, but scrolls. Scarlett couldn't help but look curiously.

Anson said "Oh" without any panic. "I'm trying to steal the original score of Tchaikovsky's 'Pathétique Symphony' from Jeff Robinov's collection."

"I originally thought these were scripts from legendary Hollywood screenwriters, but I didn't expect a film producer to collect a whole room of scores and books."

Stealing?

Of course not.

This room was Jeff showing to Anson. There were four other guests with them, but unfortunately, the other guests didn't appreciate the scores and old books. Only Anson seemed to have entered a treasure trove.

So, after getting permission, Jeff took the guests to continue the tour, while Anson stayed behind, curiously examining Jeff's collection.

Scarlett was the same. "'Pathétique Symphony'?"

Anson looked up. "See, in this way, my goal is achieved."

Scarlett: ?

Anson: "I casually drop a few names, people who are ordinary know but don't understand, outsiders dare not comment, insiders disdain to comment, and then establish a high-end image, to cover up the fact that I actually like Britney Spears."

Pfft.

Scarlett laughed immediately. "But why cover it up?"

Anson shrugged slightly, but didn't stop what he was doing. "Image. People are easily trapped in stereotypes, defining people by their appearance, and are unwilling to think carefully."

"Seeing Matthew McConaughey, they shout 'idol', seeing Jack Nicholson, they praise 'actor'. Obviously, they haven't considered Matthew and Jack's feelings."

A smile climbed onto Scarlett's lips. "So, which school do you belong to?"

Anson looked up at Scarlett. "You've already made a judgment, haven't you?"

His gaze didn't linger, and he looked down again. His handsome face glowed with a soft light, exuding a warm and jade-like charm in every gesture.

Scarlett herself didn't realize it. "If Angelina wasn't here, then I should leave." But her feet went against her words, continuing to move closer, tiptoeing to look around, scanning the books scattered between Anson's legs.

Anson looked up, the indoor lights sparkling deep in his eyes. "I didn't know you knew Angelina. She's a dangerous woman."

Meaningful.

"She has a small part of rebellious spirit, which is very, very unconventional."

Scarlett caught a glimpse of Anson's eyes, and for a moment it was difficult to tell whether it was the flow of emotion or the reflection of light. In an instant, it was breathtaking, with an ambiguous and dangerous aura, which made Scarlett's mouth dry—

In her mind, the fleeting scene just now reappeared.

She quickly shook her head, throwing away the thoughts in her mind. Scarlett told herself that she needed to leave, but her feet took two more steps inside.

Finally, Scarlett squatted down in front of the pile of scattered books.

"It seems that you really like this music and these books."

What she just said about using high art to disguise himself wasn't true; perhaps the opposite was true. People often have stereotypes about Anson because of his appearance, but they ignore the rich and old soul beneath the skin.

Anson smiled. "Unfortunately, that's the truth."

Scarlett chuckled.

Anson: "'Sweet water comes from a muddy well,' as people say. Even if your feet are standing in the mud, you can still look up at the stars."

Even vulgar people can yearn for poetry and distant places.

Scarlett immediately heard the self-deprecation in this sentence. She also sat down cross-legged in the same way, although the reason in her mind kept persuading her to leave, her eyes fell on Anson, and a smile quietly climbed onto the corner of her mouth.

"The waltz suits me better."

Although the waltz has a long history, in fact, the waltz originated in rural areas, from farmers in Germany and Austria. Later, it was able to spread widely because of social changes and artistic tastes.

For a very, very long time, the waltz was accused of being vulgar, evil, and ugly, symbolizing contempt and provocation of tradition.

Therefore, Scarlett just said that sentence.

Anson looked slightly surprised—

Not everyone knows this history, and not everyone knows that the "waltz" is not the elegant and noble court dance of legend.

Obviously, Scarlett wasn't as "clueless" as she said.

Anson gently raised his chin, looking into Scarlett's eyes, "Me too. Who can refuse the waltz?"

Second update.