From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Quiet, ordinary, everyday.

The passing vehicles and pedestrians didn't stop at all, nor did anyone linger to watch the crowd; there wasn't the slightest hint of a film crew.

A little carelessness, and you might miss it.

But Anson could still tell that the figures passing by in the school corridors and on the playground were carrying walkie-talkies, holding schedules or cargo lists, communicating as they hurried along; it was obvious they were part of a film crew.

Moreover, it seemed like there had been an NG (no good) take, or a prop malfunction, or perhaps the director had thrown a tantrum; the atmosphere of the crew was a little tense.

"Excuse me."

Anson stood by the roadside, observing the situation at the filming location ahead, when a voice carried by the wind reached him. Instinctively, Anson assumed someone wanted an autograph or a photo; this had become a conditioned reflex in Los Angeles recently. But he didn't expect to see a lady pushing a stroller, offering a polite smile to indicate the path ahead.

Anson understood and immediately moved aside.

"Oh, excuse me."

The lady looked at Anson, offered a smile, and nodded slightly, saying nothing more as she continued pushing the stroller forward, clearly not recognizing Anson—

Now, Anson was beginning to understand why Hollywood actors always thought they were the center of the universe, as if the whole world had to know them.

All of this was just an illusion created by the vanity fair that was Los Angeles.

Only when they stepped out of that small world could they rediscover themselves, regain humility, and find simplicity.

Portland was like that, and so was Vancouver.

It seemed that a single "Spider-Man" wasn't everything.

Only then did Anson start walking forward, and he could immediately see the security guard with a serious face, reaching out to stop him.

"Sorry, a movie is being filmed here; unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter."

This time, Anson wasn't surprised.

He had noticed earlier that this security guard had been secretly observing him, because no one else was lingering nearby, making Anson's figure stand out. He probably hadn't had a chance to do anything all day, so now that he finally had an opportunity, he naturally perked up with energy.

Anson was wondering if he should call Chris, but before he could even develop the thought, Anson said with a calm expression.

"Why don't you ask the stage manager or assistant director on the walkie-talkie?"

Composed, unhurried.

"Mr. Ford, there's an Anson Wood here, saying he's here to visit Chris Evans."

"What? Who did you say?"

"Anson Wood."

"…Are you sure?"

"That's what he said."

And then, there was no then.

The security guard's words didn't get a response. He raised his voice and asked two more times, "Mr. Ford? Mr. Ford?" But the other side of the walkie-talkie was silent.

The security guard looked puzzled, flipping the walkie-talkie back and forth, with a "Could the walkie-talkie be broken?" expression, but before he could figure out what was going on, he heard the sound of an engine.

Huh?

The security guard turned his head in the direction of the sound and then saw a golf cart speeding towards him, stopping at the entrance with a difficult drifting technique. Mr. Ford from the walkie-talkie made his appearance.

Security Guard: ? What kind of teleportation magic is this?

However.

Mr. Ford didn't have time to care about that. He completely ignored the golf cart, leaving it aside, and rushed out with agility, like a gust of wind.

"Mr. Ford…" The security guard's shout was blown away in the wind.

Benjamin Ford naturally assumed it must be a prank, and he was unhurried earlier, thinking about how he should teach the other party a lesson; but when he looked from afar, he immediately saw that tall and upright figure, simply standing there and attracting attention. He stepped on the gas pedal all the way, and the golf cart actually pulled off a Ferrari-like stance.

"Anson, huff huff huff, Anson…"

"Sorry…"

Benjamin couldn't catch his breath, trying his best to force a smile, but his wildly beating heart was about to explode. He felt like he was suffocating.

On the contrary, Anson seemed particularly calm, using his right hand as a metronome to press down continuously, with a smile on his face, "Calm down, calm down, we still have time, no need to rush."

Huff, huff.

Benjamin followed Anson's movements, constantly adjusting his breathing, and his chaotic heartbeat finally gradually calmed down. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and regained his composure.

However, before Benjamin could speak, the security guard had already sensed something was wrong and quietly approached, anxiously asking.

"Mr. Ford, what, what's going on?"

"I, uh, I just…"

Benjamin didn't have time to pay attention to the security guard, "Anson, why did you come to the film set? Sorry for stopping you here; it was our dereliction of duty."

One extreme to another extreme reaction, from winter to summer treatment.

Anson smiled wryly and gently waved his hand, "There's no need. I think this security guard is doing a good thing by fulfilling his duties responsibly."

The security guard looked at Anson and let out a long breath, "Is that so?"

His uneasy expression couldn't be concealed at all. Anson looked at him again, "That's right. So, don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong."

Then, Anson looked at Benjamin, "It seems I should work harder in the future."

A small joke made the atmosphere warm up, and finally, smiles could be seen again.

Benjamin also relaxed, "If 'Spider-Man' isn't enough, I don't know how else to work harder."

It was originally just a joke, but Anson never expected that Anson would look at the security guard, "What kind of movies do you like?"

The security guard was stunned, "I, I don't watch movies. I just like to watch TV occasionally."

Anson spread his hands, "It seems I should increase my TV appearances in the future."

Back and forth, the whole atmosphere couldn't be more cheerful.

However.

Anson looked at Benjamin, and Benjamin understood and made an inviting gesture, "Please."

Watching Anson and Benjamin get into the golf cart and leave straight away, the security guard stayed in place, watching their backs, pondering for a while, muttering the name "Anson" in his mouth, and associating it with "Spider-Man," actually generating a bit of interest.