Chapter 62 Crowds of people
A long-sleeved indigo shirt paired with khaki casual shorts, a head of short golden-brown slightly curly hair fluttering uninhibitedly in the breeze, and a model's wide shoulders and narrow waist filled with a sense of aura The unique Italian style has just appeared, and the sunshine and breeze that quietly passed by have become wild and cool.
Get off the car and stand still, holding a light gray jacket in your right hand and draping it casually on your shoulders. It looks like you have just returned from a vacation in the Mediterranean, but it also reveals a kind of elegance in your movements. Chic, with a temperament that can easily break into a high-class party and easily control the whole room.
Because of the sunglasses, I can’t see my eyes, which adds a bit of mystery.
Nicholas was slightly startled——
Subconsciously, my index finger pressed the shutter.
Once was enough. He hadn't recognized the person's identity yet, so he should control himself and not waste the film casually, but without realizing it, he pressed his index finger again.
Twice. three times.
Before he realized it, his index finger had pressed a series of shutters in rapid succession, trying to use the lens to capture the moment when the sun and breeze rested on the figure's shoulders, and he couldn't help but feel excited.
Indeed, this is Hollywood, a gathering place for handsome guys and beautiful women. There are always younger and better-looking people emerging. Whether they are vases or powerful people, eyeballs are always filled with pleasing and eye-catching objects.
However, once you are really used to this kind of eyeball baptism, you will know that some good-looking is just good-looking, a kind of two-dimensional good-looking, a kind of literal good-looking; while some good-looking is powerful, a kind of three-dimensional good-looking, a kind of good-looking in a literal sense. Kind of vivid and beautiful.
The former, countless.
The latter, one in a million.
And now?
Poof. Plop, plop, plop.
The racing heart and thundering temples have already responded, recording time on film, allowing the moment to evolve into eternity.
Then.
Anson Wood.
A name breaks into the brain.
Reporters have all seen Anson, at least they think so. Even if they have not seen the episode of "Friends", they should have seen the photo in the "Los Angeles Times". No one can say that they have not seen it. Pass.
but.
“Have seen” and “Have seen” are two different things.
Occasionally we meet each other on TV or in magazines, we occasionally meet each other passing by each other on the street, we meet formally face to face... these are all different encounters.
They have never seen Anson in person.
Coupled with the pair of sunglasses, almost half of her small face was blocked, making her eyes and eyebrows invisible, and even more unrecognizable.
Even if Anson was standing right in front of him, he wouldn't be able to recognize him.
Nicholas was just a hunch and a guess. He couldn't be sure, but his hunch was very strong. Maybe this was the little lamb they were waiting for.
An idea takes root and sprouts.
Click.
After he came to his senses, Nicholas pressed the shutter again.
Step up, face forward, and get stuck in position immediately.
Next second.
Crack, click, click...
The flashes burst out with incredible energy, and they rushed towards the figure in front of them with their teeth and claws. They couldn't even determine the identity of the other party and couldn't wait. Like a wolf grandma, she pounced on the little lamb in front of her, opening her mouth wide and sprinting with all her strength.
A piece of silver completely swallowed up the sunlight.
Film was not a problem at all at this moment, and the shutter sound was all over the place.
"Anson."
Someone made a voice, and at this time, he finally realized the identity of the person in front of him.
"Anson! Anson Anson Anson!"
The bustling shouts collided completely, and the eardrums ached faintly. Abruptly, the figure stood next to the car door and stopped. He didn't even need to move forward as the reporters had already surrounded him.
Nicholas bore the brunt and was the first to get in front of Anson.
"Anson?"
A sudden stop, Nicholas aimed the camera lens at Anson, and then he realized that Anson's height stood out from the crowd. They reporters gathered in twos and threes. They looked like dwarfs together, and couldn't help but look up slightly.
Then, Nicholas saw Anson take off his sunglasses and take advantage of his height to look around. He immediately saw the crowd approaching like zombies, and a look of surprise and joy emerged.
"There are so many people."
He said.
Nicholas was slightly startled, this... what was his reaction?
But looking at Anson’s slightly raised corners of his mouth and the lightness flashing in his eyes, that kind of sincere admiration made Nicholas laugh too.
Nicholas couldn't help but turn his head and look behind him, and reflexively replied, "Is there any?"
Immediately afterwards, a chuckle came from the ear, "Ha, it seems that I need to see a real big scene."
Ansen has seen the so-called big scenes. During the previous National Day and Spring Festival, he Not only have I seen it, but I have also experienced it. It is a real sea of people, and all other battles pale in comparison.
But the difference is that he is one of those seas of people, just like a drop of water; but in the sea of people in front of him, he is the center of the eye of the storm.
Only those who have experienced it personally can feel the heat and madness that hit their faces, and they can't help but blurt out in surprise.
——Many people.
This is the real idea.
Nicholas couldn't help laughing. It was difficult for him to describe his feelings accurately, but his smile couldn't help but rise slightly. Anyway, such a reaction had never happened before, and if he thought about it seriously, it made sense.
But Nicholas is still experienced and has not forgotten his own job. He needs to confirm his identity and then conduct an interview about the news, "Anson?"
Anson's face is serious, "No, I am not .”
Nicholas:…
Others: ...
There was a brief moment of shock at the scene. You could clearly hear the sound of the collective brain shutting down, and question marks were about to overflow and grab your throat.
The question that was already on Nicholas's lips was suddenly stuck and automatically silenced.
Wait a minute, they made a mistake. The young man in front of them is not Anson at all?
This...
However, a voice next to him suddenly broke the brief stalemate, "But you are Anson, Anson Wood."
Anson was not embarrassed by being exposed, and showed a polite smile, "Ah, that's bad. I got through it little by little.”
Nicholas:? ? ? Is this okay?
Anson was not too disappointed, let out a breath, and then showed a polite and gentlemanly perfect smile, "Yes, I am Wood, Anson Wood."
Leave and generous, aboveboard. , from surname to first name, it has its own strength.
The reporters in front of them were teased a little by Anson. They originally thought they would feel angry and humiliated, or ridiculous and aggrieved.
However, no.
The eyes, the smile, and the words were like a spring breeze, replaced by a lightness, joy, and humor. The harmless pranks quietly broke down the tense atmosphere.
A smile creeps up to the corners of your mouth.
Although he didn't laugh out loud, it was obvious that the scene in front of him was slightly different from what he imagined.
At this time, Nicholas was still experienced and immediately realized Anson's cleverness. With a little trick, he quietly took the initiative.
But Nicholas didn't have time to think carefully about the difference between Anson and his expectations. He just wanted to take the initiative immediately, "Anson, may I ask, did you hear that Brad Pitt tried to kick you out of 'Friends' Rumors about the crew?”
(End of this chapter)