From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“… … Tonight, I want to be alone.”

Keller and Evan meticulously dressed up for tonight's candlelight dinner, but now, the neat evening gowns are becoming a kind of restraint.

The night is slightly cool.

The two are heading to Keller's dormitory. The entire campus is eerily quiet, with no vehicle engine sounds, no student noises, nothing. The whole world is silent, with only the night accompanying them along the way.

Keller tried to lift the hem of her skirt, but found that her shoulders seemed unable to bear the weight, and she involuntarily drooped, the gravity more distinct than ever.

Evan didn't pay attention to Keller because he was constantly watching the surrounding movements, fearing that Tommy would emerge from the shadows, his whole body tense.

“No.”

“You can't be alone, I want to be with you.”

Evan was very firm.

Keller looked slightly helpless.

She stopped and looked at Evan, but didn't get the expected response. Evan ignored her and didn't prepare to respond, just motioning for her to continue forward.

Like Kevin Costner protecting Whitney Houston in “The Bodyguard.”

Keller frowned slightly, lowered her head, and sullenly stepped forward.

“Evan, I just… I don't want Tommy to see us together at this time.”

Moonlight, penetrating the tall plane trees, sprinkled down, gurgling under their feet. Keller's face flickered in the light and shadow, revealing a hint of fragility and struggle, like a magnolia quietly blooming.

This time, Evan noticed.

Evan lowered his head and carefully looked at Keller's delicate profile.

“Keller.”

“I've lost you once, I don't want to lose you again.”

That fragility, like butterfly wings, would shatter with a gentle touch—

He lowered his eyelids, and through the shadows of the trees, you could see the shadows cast by his eyelashes trembling slightly.

He once again recalled his last meeting with Keller. After the two separated, Keller chose to end her life, completely ending everything.

Evan shuddered, unable to tell whether it was from fear or cold.

However.

The joys and sorrows of different people are not shared.

Keller didn't understand Evan's words, “You said you lost me once, what does that mean?”

Evan was stunned.

But Keller fell into her own confusion and anger, “Evan, you never lost me, what are you talking about?”

Evan looked at Keller, but didn't know how to explain or where to start. He slowed down slightly, falling behind, watching Keller continue forward, then reacted and quickly chased after her, fearing that if he was too slow, he would lose Keller again.

Keller glanced at Evan, “God, you've been acting strange lately.”

Evan took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and changed the subject, barely finding an excuse, “Look, my car was just smashed to pieces, I'm a little out of control right now…”

Keller exhaled softly, “I know that, but…”

“Your accent has changed, even the way you walk is different…”

Keller was immersed in her own thoughts. Those subtle changes that she hadn't noticed before now all surfaced, which surprised Evan:

“What? The way I walk is different?”

Keller didn't notice Evan's emotions, and continued to talk.

“I mean, you were so handsome and charming at dinner today, but it just felt like it wasn't you.”

This time, it was Evan's turn to be confused and annoyed—

He didn't know what was happening to him in this timeline. After traveling back from the diary, he faced a series of unsolvable and unknown situations, being cautious at all times, fearing that he might expose himself or accidentally ruin everything in front of him.

And now?

Evan, “Am I not allowed to be nice to you?”

Moonlight gently fell on Keller's eyelashes. She also noticed the annoyance and frustration in Evan's words. She raised her eyes to look at Evan, and in the interplay of light and shadow, she could see her struggle and pull. She had no idea how to describe her strange feelings, and the words were already on her lips, but stopped at the tip of her tongue.

Then.

“Wait…”

Keller's peripheral vision noticed an anomaly.

This triggered Evan's alarm, and he subconsciously followed Keller's gaze.

“Isn't that your jacket?”

A lemon-yellow jacket lay alone on the ground with its sleeves spread out.

Keller stared at the jacket, Evan looked around, the two walked forward side by side, and finally Evan picked up the jacket with a confused look—

Nothing unusual.

Indeed, there was nothing unusual about the jacket, but the oak tree behind the jacket, with a diameter that required two people to hold hands to encircle, was a natural hiding barrier.

Keller, “Tommy!”

Tommy, enters the scene.

Tommy supported himself on the oak tree with his right hand, leaning his body casually, relying all his strength and weight on it. He held a silver baseball bat in his left hand, twirling it up and down with flexible wrists, his face and upper body hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to explore his expression.

In an instant, he took the initiative.

So, from the muscle lines of his shoulders and arms, one could see his relaxation and ease, like a cat toying with a mouse, looking down at the man and woman in front of him.

With one glance, Tommy noticed Keller's movements—

He patted Evan's arm at the first moment, issuing a reminder, and then, carefully approached Evan, as if he might hurt Evan at any time.

Heh.

Tommy chuckled lowly from deep in his throat.

Almost at the same time, Evan also noticed Tommy, quickly picking up the jacket, vigilantly staring at the figure.

Eric always firmly remembered Mackie's words: closely follow the actor's eyes.

The camera completely locked onto Anson's and Rachel's eyes, and then, Eric captured the “action.” Between the exchange of glances, he could clearly feel the flow of emotions and the spread of tension. The camera's filming became an action for the audience to cut into the relationship between the characters and the context of the plot.

The feeling was subtle.

Slowly, slowly, Eric tasted the ultimate pull of that undercurrent, and before he realized it, his heart began to pound:

Anson.

Clearly there were no special actions, clearly there were no special close-ups, but it still silently controlled the movement of light and shadow and the flow of emotions. The camera lens kept circling around Anson, unknowingly grasping the rhythm of the performance and the focus of the scene.

A wonderful experience.

It was as if an invisible spotlight was constantly covering him.

It turned out that some people were born to be the darlings of the camera; it turned out that some people could look different under the lights.

Before his eyes, it was even more so.

When Anson looked at Heath—

Or rather, when Evan looked at Tommy, the camera lens also followed Evan's line of sight, falling on Tommy, and then through Tommy's eyes, looking back at Keller and Evan.

A triangular confrontation, the invisible smoke and tension spread out in the night.

Tommy noticed Keller's movements, Evan's eyes. With just one glance, the answer he had been searching for emerged.

Heh heh.

One step, then another.

Tommy walked out of the shadows with the baseball bat, like a cheetah preparing to hunt.