From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“Anson…”

Lucas's call pulled Anson's wandering gaze and scattered thoughts back, and he immediately saw the worry in Lucas's eyes. He quickly waved his hand and offered a smile.

“It's okay, don't worry.”

After searching around, Anson still couldn't find Jack, nor did he see any other students or children, which made him feel vaguely worried.

Lucas noticed, “Should we contact the mall security? Have them broadcast to find him, or have the security guards help search together?”

“Ha.” Anson laughed directly, “No need, no need, that would ruin their plan.”

Lucas, “What plan?”

Anson said mysteriously, “Teenage plan.”

Lucas thought for a moment and understood, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, “You're just fooling around with those kids.”

Anson spread his hands, “That's why they disappeared without a trace. Teenage assassin, haven't you experienced teenage rebellion?”

Lucas nodded slightly, “Of course.”

Anson's eyes lit up, “Wait, what rebellious things did you do during your adolescence? It's hard to imagine, completely unimaginable what you would do, that image, haha.”

Seeing Anson's expression becoming happier and happier, Lucas ignored him directly, silently turned around and walked towards the screening hall, leaving only a back view.

Anson almost shouted out, but the previous screening happened to end, and a bustling crowd surged out, which startled Anson. He quickly stepped forward and silently stood in Lucas's shadow, trying to conceal his figure in a normal and calm manner.

Lucas saw Anson instantly converge and become low-key in his peripheral vision, a smile appearing in his eyes, and deliberately took two quick steps forward.

Sure enough, he saw Anson hurriedly follow.

The corners of Lucas's mouth twitched slightly, suppressing his laughter with a little difficulty.

“…God, Anson's charm is turned up to the max.”

“I can't understand the bond between Little Frank and Carl. Did Steven romanticize it?”

“Wow, I finally know why everyone is always Anson Anson.”

Chatteringly.

From the snippets of conversation, one could feel that "Catch Me If You Can" was still the absolute focus, and the movie's popularity remained undiminished in the back-and-forth dialogue.

However, no one realized that the protagonist they were discussing was right next to them.

“I think Anson is just so-so.”

“Haha, if Anson is just so-so, then what are you?”

“Get lost. Anyway, I don't like Anson.”

“Jealousy makes you ugly. You're already ugly enough, really don't continue.”

Lucas turned to look at Anson, mouthing the words: Just so-so.

Anson shrugged lightly, his face calm: Yes, I agree.

True confidence will not be easily shaken by these few words.

Until the crowd dispersed, Lucas and Anson did not immediately enter the venue, but sat aside patiently waiting. After waiting for all the audience to enter, they waited for a while before belatedly checking their tickets and entering.

In the screening hall, all the lights were turned off. The Wood brothers walked along the wall all the way up to the back area, found an unoccupied area and sat down—

In this way, the risk of Anson being recognized was minimized.

A voice came from the big screen, surrounding the entire space three hundred and sixty degrees. One could tell at a glance that it was the imaginary quiz show at the beginning of the movie. Three Little Frank Abagnales were introducing themselves. The seemingly ordinary beginning easily grabbed the attention of the entire audience.

Instantly, it quieted down.

Unexpectedly, there was someone who entered even later than the two of them. The movie had already started for more than five minutes when a figure quietly entered.

Lightly and quietly, bending over and hunching back.

At a glance, one could tell that the figure also realized that they were late. In order to avoid disturbing other viewers, they tried their best to hide their presence, and found a seat to sit down without alarming anyone.

Seeing that they were about to succeed—

Pa ta.

All the popcorn in their hand spilled.

In the darkness, one could see that the silhouette of the figure clearly stiffened for a moment. Even if one couldn't see their expression, one could feel the despair from their movements.

“Sorry.”

The person said in a breathy voice, but paused for a moment, not knowing whether they should formally apologize, or continue to watch the movie quietly in a low-key manner. In the end, they obediently sat down without causing any more commotion.

However, from the silhouette, one could see that they reluctantly glanced at the popcorn on the ground, and exuded a sense of sadness all over their body.

This scene, falling into Anson's eyes, almost made him burst out laughing. Just a little bit more, he barely controlled his voice, but the corners of his mouth still turned up.

“…In these years, only a few gentlemen have been fortunate enough to be accepted as lifetime members. It is an honor. There are already fifty-seven names recorded on this wall of honor. Tonight, we will have the fifty-eighth…”

On the big screen, the movie continued, finally cutting into the main story.

The camera turned, the light and shadow brightened, falling on Little Frank Abagnale's youthful and energetic face, which was difficult to hide his handsomeness. A confident and flamboyant smile on the corner of his mouth instantly grabbed everyone's attention.

Just right, the silhouette who entered the screening hall last turned his head to look over. Inadvertently, his gaze and Anson's eyes met in the air—

Little Frank's face was reflected behind her face. A brief overlap and then misalignment, gradually revealing delicate and bright facial features.

Light and shadow, sprinkled down.

It was Anne Hathaway.

Anne also saw Anson. At this time, Anson had taken off his baseball cap to reveal his full face, and couldn't help but be stunned, completely unaware of this scene.

Obviously, Anson did not expect to meet Anne here; Anne also did not expect Anson to appear in her sight without warning.

Involuntarily, she held her breath.

Just a brief intersection, a pause, the camera on the big screen continued to rotate, the light and shadow continued to flow, the two people's faces returned to dimness, their eyes averted, and the screening hall returned to calm.

However, neither of them moved.

The light and shadow continued to flow, and their eyes reconnected. This time, the corners of both people's mouths turned up in unison, and their mood instantly brightened.

At this time, Anne turned her head, turned around, and continued to look at the big screen in front of her, watching the Anson in reality appear on the big screen in a different guise, the arc of the corner of her mouth gently rising.