Chapter 107 Looking Back at the Reunion
“Why pretend that nothing happened?” Anson asked, “Cry if you want to cry, laugh if you want to laugh, express your emotions bravely and directly, and grasp them wholeheartedly. This is also a charm in every moment of life.”
Anne didn’t believe it.
Looking up at the sky, muttering, "What's so good about it, like a child who won't grow up."
Haha. Anson chuckled.
"Yes, like children."
"When we were young, we always longed to grow up and learn to control our emotions with reason, as if we could face any storm calmly; but when we grow up, we realize that it is necessary You pay the price, you can’t cry when you want to cry, which also means you can’t laugh when you want to laugh.”
Annie was stunned for a moment, then tilted her head to look. Xiang Ansen's face, hidden under the messy hair, was clear and indifferent, like the washed sky full of sunset after a heavy rain in the late June afternoon. He couldn't help but look quietly, trying to explore the depth and vastness hidden behind the cleanliness.
She said, "You say it as if what just happened was a good thing."
Liar!
The corners of Anson's mouth raised, "Yes, that's what I think."
He was generous and sincere in his eyes.
Anne couldn't help but be stunned.
Anson did not explain, but changed the topic, "So, how was your sleep quality? Are you awake now?"
As he spoke, he began to move his left shoulder with a ferocious look on his face, sighing and groaning with pain in his back. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that his skeleton was about to fall apart.
Anne understood immediately and was slightly embarrassed.
But the amazing thing is that after such a joke, it seems... not so embarrassing.
Anne grinned and made a face at Anson, "Slept well, thank you for the pillow."
Out of the corner of her eyes, she glanced at the water stains on Anson's shoulder, still feeling a little guilty, and quickly He lowered his head and quickly wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand again.
After thinking about it, he pulled out his carry-on backpack from under the seat, rummaged through it, took out a book and handed it over, "A thank you gift."
"Thank you", and Not an "apology."
It can be seen from the wording that Anne has also changed her perspective and looks at the episode just now.
Anson took the book -
"To the Lighthouse", from Virginia-Woolf, a famous British writer.
Anson made a little joke casually, "Did you write it?"
Anne was stunned.
The big watery eyes looked at Ansen, taking a closer look at Ansen's expression. Then, a smile bloomed. Although he was still embarrassed and embarrassed, his face stretched out as if the clouds had cleared the sky, and he was instantly stunning.
Anne also realized that this was a joke, "If so, that would be great."
Then.
Anne straightened her back, finally opened her shoulders to show herself, and stretched out her right hand in a very formal manner, "Anne Hathaway, nice to meet you."
Anson also returned the same courtesy, "Anson- Wood, I'm equally honored."
The plane docked smoothly.
Anne was a little impatient. When the seat belt indicator light went out, other passengers couldn't wait to stand up, so she stood up too.
Anson is not in a hurry.
In my previous life, the pace of life was getting faster and faster, just like a short video. I couldn’t wait to jump to the next video in five or ten seconds. Unknowingly, my life was involved in a hurricane. There was no breathing space, and naturally I couldn’t relax. Coming down, everyone was sprinting, sprinting at full speed——
However, no one knew where they were sprinting.
This time, he hopes that he can slow down a little. Life is so long but also so short. It is better to appreciate the scenery along the way to the end. It just so happens that there are no social networks, no smartphones, and even the Internet is not fast. It is still the era of dial-up Internet access, and everything is slowing down. For other people, their lives are getting faster and faster; but for Anson , life is slowing down now.
So.
Anson stepped aside and let Annie out.
Anne showed an apologetic smile, "I have an impatient personality."
Anson raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Don't worry, I won't misunderstand that you want to leave here quickly. . Even if you want to, it’s normal.”
Another joke.
Anne pursed her lips and said, "Ha, that's very funny. Haha." She laughed dryly twice, and then Annie came to the aisle, stood firm, and could just keep exchanging her heels in preparation for sprinting. It was obvious that she really wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.
Turning back, the long and silky hair like a waterfall became smooth again, and she was indeed like a princess.
"It seems that I have to leave first."
"It is a great honor to meet you, and I am very grateful for your help; but if it is possible..."
— —It’s best not to see you again. What happens in Rome, stays in Rome.
The following words were not continued. Anne stuck out her tongue and made a face. No words were needed, but they were enough.
Anson laughed dumbly, "Who knew, the world is big, but also small."
Anne's eyes widened, and she imagined the scene of their reunion, and couldn't help but shudder, and then she looked out of the corner of her eye. Catching Anson's smile, she quickly looked away, hurriedly said "goodbye" to Anson, followed the slowly moving team forward, and left quickly.
Take two steps and look back. His expression is as if he has seen a ghost. He quickly looks away, lowers his head, and quickly leaves the cabin with the team.
Anson also withdrew his gaze and looked down at the book in his hand -
The book was not new, to be precise, it was a bit old.
You can tell at a glance that the owner should read it carefully for a long time. It seems that the temperature of the fingertips left by the focused reading can be felt on the paper.
Open the book.
"'Well, if it clears up tomorrow, I'll let you go,' Mrs. Ramsay said..."
Originally, Anson just wanted to kill some time. After all, there is no smart phone in the world. In this era, the trivial time in daily life has begun to increase. The time waiting to get off the plane, the time waiting for the shuttle bus, the time waiting for luggage, time seems to overflow all of a sudden.
Books provide just the right amount of entertainment time.
But I didn't expect that after opening it, I would naturally read on. The passage of time would no longer matter, but I would enter a quiet world.
Squeak.
"Sir, we are here, Fairmont."
The voice of the taxi driver came from the front, and Anson's thoughts finally broke away from Woolf's words, and he easily Fold a corner of the page as a mark.
Opening the door, a retro building with a red brick exterior fills the field of vision. There is a white fan-shaped crown-shaped decoration on each window, but it is like Santa Claus’s beard, with a kind of The Nordic fairy tale-like playfulness makes the corners of the mouth slightly raise.
Although he only saw a corner of the entrance, if Anson's judgment was correct, this should be a resort, and it would be a five-star resort.
Sure enough, the name "Gary Marshall" still has appeal. No wonder the budget of a romantic movie that does not require computer special effects is as high as 25 million US dollars. You can see icebergs from the accommodation conditions in front of you. One corner, where the entire crew will live.
"Thank you. Thank you! I can do this myself, thank you."
Right ahead, Annie, who had just unloaded her luggage and was preparing to enter the hotel with the help of the doorman - Hathaway, thank you again and again.
Turn around and look back.
Annie saw a bright smile and waved to herself, "Hey, good afternoon."
Third update.
(End of this chapter)