Chapter 4 Catching the Eye
David noticed Anson’s brief pause. As a veteran who has been in Hollywood for twenty years, an eighteen-year-old child is as transparent as crystal and can see through it at a glance; but he There is no fluctuation in my mood——
There is nothing wrong with the vase.
Although there is no shortage of vases in Hollywood, the point is that the audience loves the new and hates the old. They are always looking forward to more fresh vases, look at Leonardo DiCaprio and Julia Roberts.
Then, Anson spoke.
"My theory is..."
Calm, calm, smiling, nothing special, his eyes did not change or his facial features were relaxed. Everything was the same as before, as if it was just an ordinary conversation.
David smiled and said nothing.
He guessed that Anson would be looking for excuses or theories to defend himself. After explaining a lot, there was still no reliable performance. He had no strength and relied solely on his words. There are many such types in Hollywood. ; And don't underestimate them, they can often succeed.
“When parents divorce, they give a statement.”
David:? ? ?
Things are not quite right.
But David looked at Anson, still smiling and calm, as if he was just sharing his story.
For a moment, David didn't know whether he should stop him or not, and then Anson continued.
“When my parents told me they were separating, they told me three things.”
"First, it's not your fault."
"Second, it's not your fault."
"Third..."
With bright eyes and a calm expression, There was no special change between the words, and even between the pauses, the smile on the corner of the mouth slightly rose.
However, behind that indifferent smile, David could taste a touch of loss and bitterness, and easily awakened his memory.
He was like this -
When his father and mother divorced, they called him in front of them, told him their decision to divorce, and repeated it over and over again.
"...It's not your fault."
David watched the words come out of Anson's mouth, opened his mouth slightly and tried to speak, but no sound came out, he just froze. In situ.
Anson was not in a hurry, but exchanged glances with David, letting his thoughts and emotions surge and burn in the quiet air.
"The problem is, I don't believe it."
Anson shook his head slightly, sat up straight, and let out a long breath.
“No child will believe it.”
“I have seen photos from your wedding ceremony. In the photos, you are so young and beautiful, smiling at each other, with your eyes full of happiness. "
"But now you don't even want to look at each other."
Oh.
Anson chuckled lightly, and his focused gaze slowly became dense in the air. There was no surge of emotion, and he seemed to be just stuck in his own memories.
Then, he whispered, seeming to be asking himself, and also seemed to be asking David.
“So, what happened all these years?”
“I tried to think and find, but you were unwilling to give me the answer, so I could only explore by myself, and finally, I finally found it. Answer.”
The focus of the collapsed sight regrouped, and then the sights of Anson and David collided. David could see a smile in those clear blue eyes, and the twinkling light trembled slightly.
“Me.”
Anson said.
David was stunned.
“I showed up.”
"The only difference between the photo and now is me. I shine and I make you tired, weird, irritable, and anxious."
A pause.
Anson twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to hide the trembling that inadvertently leaked out at the end of his words, but failed. So he quickly lowered his gaze and took a deep breath, and began to trace the patterns on the desk with his eyes.
"I made you lose your hair, I made you gain thirty pounds, I made you busy to the point of exhaustion, and then you lost the ability to continue to love each other."
大Wei was silent——
He couldn't take his eyes off Anson. Suddenly, Anson raised his eyes and looked over, and their eyes collided again, but David didn't have time to think, he just felt guilty.
But why?
Why is he feeling guilty, why is he panicking, why is he looking away?
David had no answer, because the memories and emotions in his mind stirred up a storm. The time he once thought he had forgotten long ago was still so clear that he could even see the expressions of his parents.
Anson's words seemed to be talking to his father, opening his heart carefully; but they also seemed to be talking to himself who was young and scarred, trying to reconcile with himself.
David, a little confused.
In my ears, I heard the voice of Anson becoming strong again after being weak.
“So, I have my own opinion on this statement.”
“Why don’t you tell me.”
"First, happiness is difficult."
"Second, don't make the same mistakes we made."
"Third..."
The voice stopped. .
David raised his head reflexively, and immediately saw Anson's blue eyes, as if he could hear the sound on the surface of the ocean. The sound of the waves and the wind were intertwined, pulling hard on his body, Trembling slightly, it seemed that he might disappear in the violent hunting wind at any time.
"...Okay, maybe it's really a little bit of your fault."
Calm, light, but fragile.
David opened his mouth. He didn’t know what was going on. He just wanted to speak, but when the voice reached his mouth, he stopped suddenly because he saw the deep eyes. Strength and tenacity.
He said.
“What if you want me to be honest?”
"Okay, do it first. Don't treat me like a child and continue to deceive me with lies."
Be frank, sincere, and naked.
At that moment, it was as if he had taken off all his defenses and armor, and carefully showed his inner truth. Between the collision of his eyes, the pure and simple temperament quietly blended into his words.
The world is quiet.
David was still watching Anson quietly, feeling his breathing and heartbeat. The sunlight shining through the window fell lightly on Anson's shoulders like a butterfly, slightly hot, and the golden halo slowly outlined it. The tough and clear lines on that face made his heart tremble slightly.
Time stopped for a short time and seemed to have forgotten the steps to move forward.
Then, Anson lowered his gaze, and his tight shoulder lines relaxed, faintly showing a little tiredness, but the arc of the corner of his mouth rose slightly, as if he could feel the sadness slowly passing through his fingertips. , chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"I'm sorry. I think I must be irritating you by talking about myself all the time."
False and false, true and false, from reality to performance and back to reality.
A simple sentence, but it suddenly pulled David from his thoughts into reality. He suddenly raised his eyes and couldn't help but look at Anson carefully again.
Everything seems to have not changed -
Still calm, still calm, still smiling.
However, the quicksand of memories has completely escaped the control of his hands, like a free fall. David once again felt the weight of gravity, and his thoughts swayed vaguely between the boundaries of reality and reality.
So, what is reality and what is performance?
But David was still wise after all and gradually came to his senses.
Rather than saying how great Anson's performance is, it is better to say that Anson cleverly grasped his own psychology and used his own resonance to create such an atmosphere. It was like magic, with the performance occupying half and the psychology occupying the other half.
If there were other people on the scene, the effect would be greatly reduced; but Anson cleverly seized the opportunity and let David step into the trap from the first sentence he spoke.
This is also an ability.
My eyes always fell on Anson, but this time there was a little more playfulness -
"Is this your audition performance?"
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(End of this chapter)