From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Every story has an ending, just like every encounter has a farewell.

Karl's article tells of an encounter, but not a farewell, a missing piece of the puzzle that makes the authenticity of the article questioned countless times.

In response, Karl seemed to have anticipated this, and prepared in advance, launching a surprise attack in the form of a side story, drawing a conclusion.

Rarely, Karl hoped that the flight time could be longer, longer, in the past he always looked forward to landing as soon as he took off, but this time it was different.

Throughout the flight, Karl felt like he was neurotic, peeking at Anson every now and then, always unable to believe all this, although he kept telling himself, don't deify Anson, don't deify Anson, Anson is also an ordinary person, just like him; but getting close to Anson still didn't feel real.

Fortunately, Anson was sleeping most of the time, otherwise Karl might have made himself neurotic.

Then, the long flight finally landed smoothly at New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport, as if a long dream had finally awakened.

After the plane landed, while taxiing on the ground, Anson generously exchanged souvenirs from the Cannes and Karlovy Vary film festivals with Karl.

When Karl gave Anson a small film manual given to the media by the Karlovy Vary International Film Festival, Anson was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly, and finally reluctantly gave Karl a set of Cannes commemorative poster postcards that he had treasured, completing the exchange of goods between film fans.

Until the plane came to a steady stop at the jet bridge.

Honestly, Karl was also curious about how Anson would leave.

The first reaction, Karl guessed it should be the VIP通道, or simply a special car into the apron, quietly leaving before attracting any attention.

But soon, Karl rejected this possibility, the more fanfare, the more likely to attract attention.

Imagine, Anson wandering around Europe, street performances, and going to the Karlovy Vary Film Festival, but has not attracted any attention, the bottom line is low-key --

True low-key.

Now some Hollywood superstars, on the surface say low-key low-key, but every time they go out, they are surrounded by a group of people, and top luxury sports cars, it is simply high-profile, eager for the world to pay attention, and then aggrievedly complain that they have no way to enjoy the peace of personal life.

Such operations also make people call out that they can't understand.

Anson like this is low-key.

Karl couldn't help but wonder how Anson was going to quietly leave the airport.

Throughout the process, Anson didn't make any special moves, just put on the hood of his clothes.

Then... then there was no then, that's all, even sunglasses were not worn, simple, ordinary, truly light travel.

After the plane stopped, business class passengers could leave the cabin first.

Karl hurriedly took out his luggage, and then looked at Anson, who had prepared by simply carrying a backpack, and realized what is called easy travel, even more relaxed than a business person.

Involuntarily, Karl thought of the rumor that Mariah Carey needed twenty-five suitcases every time she traveled, she said, "This is easy travel."

That is, after a slight daze, Anson had already bent down and left.

That figure, slender and tall, stood out from the crowd, but the face was not clear, a hasty glance was slightly curious, but after all, could not see a reason, and disappeared into the vast crowd in a blink of an eye, without attracting any attention.

Karl: ... So, Anson has been traveling in Europe like this?

Like a backpacker.

But seriously thinking about it, Karl also realized that this may be the truth.

Precisely because it is simple and light, it successfully hides in the crowd.

On the streets of Europe, such figures can be seen everywhere, especially Northern Europeans, no one will pay special attention; even if they occasionally glance at each other, even if their eyes occasionally collide, they will not be able to react for a while, the first reaction should be to doubt their eyes, not believing that it is Anson.

Like Keanu Reeves.

This Hollywood superstar often appears casually on the streets of Los Angeles or New York like a tramp, without sunglasses, no hat, no concealment, but because it is too common, so no one pays attention.

So.

Now the hottest superstar in Hollywood is walking the streets, hiding his figure in the crowd as if no one else is there.

When reporters are searching every corner to find Anson, this person may be in the crowd watching the excitement together, with a calm face.

Although incredible, this may be the best ending of everything.

The reason, he understands; however, when he really realized this thing, shock and impact were still intertwined, his face was stunned, and he was dumbfounded --

Who can tell him, how did Anson Wood do it?

In his mind, thoughts were surging, Karl hurriedly chased after him; but this time, Karl did not get close, but followed Anson not far or near, like a bodyguard, guarding on the side.

Looking in all directions, listening in all directions.

Karl took out the digital camera from his pocket and secretly aimed it at Anson's back --

Click.

This back, honestly, can't see anything, it's just a back wearing a hoodie; and because it's only the upper body part, even the gender is difficult to distinguish, it may be any stranger in the world.

However, Karl still couldn't help but take a sneak shot as a souvenir.

When netizens questioned the authenticity of the story, Karl recorded the postscript in the form of a message, and attached this photo, drawing a conclusion to this encounter.

"...I always kept a distance of two steps, pretending to be a bodyguard, accompanying Anson all the way to customs, watching Anson prepare to cross the border.

In front of customs, Anson took off his hat, revealing that face.

The other party recognized him, 'Oh, Anson Wood.'

Obviously, his passport information is recorded like this.

Anson, 'Yes.'

Customs, 'I really like Spider-Man.'

Anson, 'Thank you!'

Customs, 'Welcome back to New York.'

Anson, 'Have a nice day.'

Then, Anson put on his hat again and strode away.

Just when I was stunned, customs had already shouted 'Next', I hurriedly stepped forward and successfully passed the customs, and when I went to the baggage claim hall, our luggage was not out yet, but Anson had disappeared.

Obviously, Anson didn't have any checked luggage.

From Amsterdam to New York, Anson only carried a small backpack, as if he was just going to school.

Looking at the baggage claim hall with people coming and going, I am still half-dreaming and half-awake, and I still can't believe that all this really happened."

Until this time, the story really came to an end.