From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

James Franco, with his unshaven beard and messy hair, looked like a homeless man. His simple shirt and jeans, and the crumpled shirt that looked like it hadn't been changed in days, gave off a visual effect that you could almost "smell" the sweat. If you weren't paying attention, you might think a stranger had broken into the house.

However, the homeless man himself was completely oblivious, and opened his arms wide to give Chris a big hug.

Chris turned to Anson for help, only to find that Anson had moved away, as if to distance himself, which left Chris full of question marks: ? ? ?

"Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations!" James was extremely happy. After letting go of the hug, he looked at Anson, "You've heard the news too, Chris got the role."

Anson raised his beer in acknowledgment, "Just now."

Chris punched James in the chest, "I thought you went to Johnny's party."

James waved his hand, "Seth and them went. I knew you got the role, so I naturally couldn't miss it. Johnny's parties happen every other day, believe me, his parties are more frequent than we think; but you landing the lead role in the next project isn't."

"Wait a minute." Anson raised his hand, "Chris, you told James, invited him to the party, but didn't call me. I'm hurt."

Chris couldn't believe his ears, "Anson, I called you three times, all of them went to voicemail. I was thinking this superstar had abandoned us and entered the upper class."

Anson clutched his chest, as if struck by an arrow in the heart, "Damn, I've been exposed."

The ashamed expression on his face made James shake his head with a look of disgust, "With acting like that, everyone still praises him? I said I was more suitable for Peter Parker."

Unexpectedly, Chris seriously sized James up, "No, I still think Anson is more suitable."

"Chris Evans, I'm going to fight you!" James immediately rushed over, but didn't start wrestling with Chris. Instead, he grabbed a can of beer, opened it, and chugged it down, his bold movements were as smooth as could be.

Chris wasn't to be outdone, and tilted his head back to finish his own beer.

Then, Chris and James exchanged a knowing look and both looked at Anson.

Anson: ? ? ?

Relaxed, natural, cheerful, comfortable —

They could still tease and joke with each other, nothing had changed.

At least for now, the things Lucas was worried about hadn't happened yet.

But perhaps it was precisely because of this that taking a little distance before those worries turned into reality was the right thing to do.

"Ah, right, right!"

Chris cheered, and you could tell he was very happy right now.

"Scarlett, this time, I'm partnering with Scarlett, she said she knows you."

Anson wiped the beer from the corner of his mouth, "Looks like I should visit the set. You just said you're starting filming in Vancouver?"

Chris nodded, "Yes, next month."

Anson had a profound expression on his face, "I'll check my schedule, you know, Hollywood superstars always have packed schedules."

"Busy partying, right?" James quipped.

Anson didn't panic, and nodded, "Correct answer. Soon, I'll only be eating with Leonardo and Tom."

Chris burst out laughing.

Seeing that James was about to continue his attack, Anson beat them to it, "The Leonardo on the next street, the Tom at the corner coffee shop."

"Haha," James finally couldn't hold back, clutching his stomach and laughing uncontrollably, unable to say a word, just giving Anson a thumbs up.

Putting down the beer in his hand, Anson didn't hesitate any longer and said, "I'm planning to move, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be next week."

The air, froze slightly.

"Phew…" James let out a long breath, "I wanted to say this too, I didn't expect you to say it first. Actually, I'm also looking for a house. I feel like this place might not be suitable to continue living in. You know those paparazzi want to secretly photograph me, and then constantly rummage through my trash, it's really annoying. My agent also suggested I move to a neighborhood that can protect my privacy, after all, everyone wants a little piece of me."

Chris: James, are you sure the paparazzi want a piece of *you*?

James glared fiercely at Chris, "Shhh!"

Chris couldn't help but laugh.

Despite James's teasing, Anson still looked at his two friends, "Sorry."

This time, there was no teasing, no joking, just a hint of sincerity.

Chris looked at Anson, "Actually, I'd been expecting this day for a while now, although it's a little earlier than expected, it should be a good thing, because it proves that we already have the ability to survive on our own in Los Angeles."

"Before, when we were young, we fantasized that when we got old, a group of good friends would live together, like a nursing home, but all of them would be our good friends, having our own space, but playing cards, drinking, and watching movies together. If someone's heart suddenly stopped beating, everyone could help call 911."

As he spoke, Chris fell into thought.

Just for a brief moment.

Then, Chris came to his senses and showed a smile.

"But after growing up a little, I thought, that's too absurd. I need to have my own private space, I don't want to grow old alone with you guys, I want to live with my other half on Sicily, you guys can all get lost, seeing each other once a year is enough."

James and Anson both laughed.

"Originally, I was also thinking about this, this trip to Vancouver might take three to four weeks, after I come back, I should think about how to bring it up, maybe I need my own independent space."

"Now that you've brought it up first, I'm relieved."

"I was worried you'd think I was like Hayden and Brad…"

Halfway through his sentence, Chris suddenly stopped, his expression a little strange.

James also had an embarrassed look on his face.

On the contrary, Anson was the most calm, "Those two names aren't Voldemort, don't worry, you can say them. In fact, I don't think we're enemies, we're just… on different paths forward."

James couldn't believe his ears, "What? You're too kind, Anson, they're enemies, enemies! I still can't believe their behavior, I can't accept it."

Anson grinned —

In his previous life, when he was young, he was the same, daring to love and hate, with great joys and great sorrows, pouring all his strength into his emotions, burning all his life's energy.

But later, he slowly calmed down. Not because he had experienced the vicissitudes of life and seen through the world, but because as he grew older, life had more and more trivial matters consuming him, he no longer had so much passion and energy to love and hate. Intense emotions also require energy, so he gradually became calm. Instead of spending time paying attention to others, it was better to focus on himself.

Looking at the indignant James and the worried Chris, Anson couldn't help but sigh, sure enough, they were still young. Although this body was young, his mentality ultimately couldn't return to his twenties.

But Anson didn't refute James, but naturally changed the subject, "Looks like the timing is right, you guys are already prepared."