From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Shock, astonishment, surprise.

The entire Washington Square Park was completely stunned, brains ceasing to function—

Once again.

Generally speaking, promotional events are just that: promotional events.

After the pleasantries and customary exchanges, the guests depart, leaving the audience to continue the buzz.

That's usually it.

After all, it's just a commercial activity, no need to take it too seriously.

However!

Anson actually got invested.

Anson chose to stay and enjoy the movie night with the entire audience.

Beyond the promotional event, he was willing to shed his actor's aura and return to the identity of an ordinary viewer, genuinely enjoying the screening organized by New York University.

This is truly rare—

Authenticity.

As mentioned before, Hollywood still favors mystique, with celebrities maintaining distance from the public, shrouding the entertainment industry in a veil.

But Anson is different.

Since the "New York Times" interview last year, he has been showcasing his true self, and now he's taking it a step further, proving himself with practical actions.

Things immediately became extraordinary.

Moreover.

Anson chose to stay, not to watch "Catch Me If You Can," but to return to the original intention of the New York University film event, watching "Superman II" with everyone.

The media: ???

This unpredictable move completely threw the media into disarray.

If it were for promotion, he should have watched "Catch Me If You Can" and then engaged in interaction.

But if it wasn't for promotion, why would Anson be staying on site, his brain addled?

Didn't he see the fans arriving one after another, completely surrounding Washington Square Park?

Did Anson really want to watch "Superman II"?

Absurd!

The media, all were in shock.

Imagine, even the media was like this, let alone the average audience?

That's how things happened, step by step.

From the moment Anson appeared in Washington Square Park, his every move was defying expectations, yet also harmonizing and colliding with the situation on site, sparking a chemical reaction.

Then, things became unstoppable, ultimately forming a storm that even Anson and DreamWorks themselves couldn't control.

So, what about Anson himself?

Travis recalled, "Whether you believe it or not, the truth is, he was happy, even excited, just like an ordinary movie fan."

His answer was, if you want to watch 'Catch Me If You Can,' just go to the movie theater.

For an outdoor collective viewing, old movies are more exciting."

"God, at that moment, who couldn't like Anson like that?"

In fact, Anson was indeed happy and excited, shaking off the fatigue and weariness of the promotional event, radiating a joyful vitality from head to toe.

Promotions, box office, work—all were temporarily put aside.

The only important thing at the moment was to watch the movie, returning to the identity of an ordinary viewer.

Moving forward, into the crowd—

Ah.

Ahhh!

Small screams rose and fell.

This made Anson smile, "Haha, your actions will make me sad."

It wasn't screaming, but one or two people with surprised faces moving backward.

A teasing remark made the crowd burst into laughter.

The next second, someone immediately issued an excited invitation.

"Anson, come over here, with us."

"Here, here, Anson, boo hoo hoo."

Everyone was trying to seize the opportunity, but Anson's gaze swept across the audience and finally landed in one direction.

"Thank you for the invitation, but I see my friends, movie night should be with friends, right?"

He said as he stepped forward.

Friends?

The whole place was a question mark, the bustling gazes fixed on Anson's footsteps.

Magically, the dense crowd in the crowded area actually automatically cleared a path according to Anson's steps, following his pace to find the target.

"Hey, Blair, Karen, you guys came to see the movie tonight too?"

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Blair could clearly hear the sound of her heart pounding against her chest, so solid and powerful, it seemed like it could break free in the next second.

Then, explode.

All that remained above her eardrums was a roar.

The world suddenly became quiet.

Forgetting to cheer, forgetting to scream, forgetting to cry, forgetting to react, Blair felt as if her soul had left her body, floating in a mass of clouds, drifting up and down.

Looking down, she could see her body staring blankly at Anson, feeling light and weightless, to the point of lacking a sense of reality.

Everything radiated a honey-like halo.

"Blair…"

"Blair."

The shouts dragged her soul into free fall, crashing heavily back into her body, a jolt, finally regaining some sanity.

"May I sit here?"

Anson didn't rush to sit down, but asked with a smile on his face.

Blair nodded blankly.

Subconsciously turning her head, Blair saw the infatuated expression on Karen's face, drool almost escaping.

Blair quickly nudged Karen with her shoulder, forcibly waking her up—

Otherwise, if drool really escaped, Karen would probably want to die afterward.

Karen finally regained some reason, words blurting out without thinking, "Anson, you're really so handsome tonight."

Hoo hoo hoo.

The surrounding audience booed, accompanied by low screams.

Anson smiled, "Thank you.

That's the purpose of dressing up carefully."

Pfft.

A burst of laughter.

Only then did Karen realize what she had said, but before she could feel embarrassed, she also giggled, her mood soaring as if flying into the clouds.

People always say that distance creates beauty, especially with Hollywood stars.

Once you get close, they often lose their allure, because they are not quite the same as their image on the screen, or worse, they may be a completely different person.

However, Blair didn't think so, at least Anson wasn't like that.

Approaching Anson at close range, one could truly feel his charm.

A faint fragrance floated in the air, a dry scent of pine mixed with vanilla and amber, like a March afternoon breeze, gently enveloping her, unconsciously losing herself.

Involuntarily, she felt a little dazed.

So, is everything tonight real?

Or just a long dream?

Shouldn't Anson be in Boston?

They had basically given up, trying to guess Anson's next move in the flash mob surprise event was really too difficult.

Instead of harboring expectations but being disappointed time and time again, it was better to escape temporarily and breathe fresh air, which is why they came to Washington Square Park.

And then?

Then, things were swept into a storm, like Dorothy entering the Land of Oz, full of surprises along the way, finding the Yellow Brick Road in a fairy tale world to embark on the journey home again.

But what if she doesn't want to go home?

Blair thought she already liked Anson very much, that she couldn't like him any more, but tonight was still unbelievably wonderful; before they had even parted, Blair couldn't help but secretly grieve.

"Are you alright?"

A voice came from her ear, Blair suddenly looked up, and the next second, she crashed into Anson's clear and azure blue eyes, her heart stopping.

The world, all that remained was a roar.

God, if this is a dream, can she stay in Oz forever?