Chapter 237 Silent Harbor
Norah Wood crossed the Atlantic and landed in New York. When she arrived home, night had fallen, the lights were on, New York was shrouded in the beauty of peacock blue, and the bustling and hustle and bustle of the city would Surrounded by her, she seems extremely alienated. The more lively and crowded it is, the lonelier it becomes.
Fully tired.
Obviously, the time difference didn't help either.
Opening the door to the house, the lights were brightly lit. Judy Buck was about to leave and walked up to her, "Hey, Nora, Anson is in the studio."
Nola was stunned for a moment, her slender and gentle eyebrows slowly unfolded, like jasmine blooming, elegant and intellectual, her face with heavy make-up and light makeup blooming quietly in the night, with a unique charm of its own, and her eyes revealed A touch of unexpected joy, the voice rose slightly.
"Anson is back? I thought he went back to Los Angeles."
Judy responded with a smile, "He came back yesterday and was so dusty. He said he came to audition and will come back today. Then we went into the studio."
Norah's heart skipped a beat, and after she was overjoyed, she showed a slightly worried look -
Her youngest son has outstanding painting talent and an innate sense of color and lines. Sexual sensitivity is an innate temperament, but Anson doesn't like painting, because when immersed in the world of painting, he is often easily trapped by his own thoughts and escapes into darkness.
Nora herself is engaged in art exhibitions, and she knows the spiritual world of artists very well. Christopher-Wood, who suffers from delusions, John-Minton, who is trapped in a imaginary car accident, Vincent-von-Gogh who cut off his own ear and so on.
So, Nora never forced Anson, but gave Anson freedom.
When Anson said he was going to Los Angeles to try out as an actor, Nora didn't object -
Maybe, this is a good thing.
In my impression, Anson has not picked up a paintbrush for a long time.
Nora was a little worried about Anson's condition.
Taking a deep breath, Nora put away those random thoughts. There was no need to scare herself, "Where's dinner?"
Judy could understand Nora's worries, but she didn't say much. , "Anson said that he needs to control his diet, because this role may require fitness or even strenuous exercise."
Nola waved her hand, "If strenuous exercise is required, the first thing is to gain weight." To achieve fitness results, Anson needs to supplement protein, carbohydrates, and...I think he needs some sugar today."
After thinking about it, Nora looked at Judy. "What other fresh ingredients are there in the refrigerator? If I make soup now, it may be too late, but I think it's okay to make a simple dinner."
Judy understood, "There are beef and chicken, tomatoes, mushrooms, onions and other vegetables are also fresh. Anson had onion soup last night."
At this time, Nora showed her ability , "Then let's make a chicken stew with mushrooms, my mother's specialty, Anson will like it, and pair it with tomato cheese and a salad to balance the nutrition. Oh, and for dessert, let's make a chocolate pudding. Everything went very quickly."
Judy asked more, "Do you need my help?"
She could see that Nora was tired after a long flight. With an hour time difference, maybe rushing into dinner right now isn't a good idea.
The corners of Nora's mouth raised, "Thank you for your concern, Judy, believe me, I can do it. It's not a big deal, at least I can let Anson enjoy a good dinner. You are already off work, and the children are waiting. Let’s keep you.”
Nora patted Judy's shoulder lightly, "They should also be waiting for you to go back."
Huh.
After a slight pause in her steps, Nora let out a long breath, tied up her hair that was hanging on her shoulders, and prepared to perform magic like Mary Poppins. She swept away her tiredness and walked briskly into the kitchen to get busy. .
Don’t look at Nola’s usual appearance as a strong woman, which has nothing to do with the kitchen. In fact, she often cooks and is not a master of cooking, but she always succeeds in making basic dishes according to the recipes. Complete the task.
If there is no recipe? Eating out is always a pleasant solution.
Ping bells ring.
For a while, Nola completed the work quickly with her hands and feet, leaving the rest to time. The chicken stewed with mushrooms still needed to simmer for a while, so she wiped her hands on her apron, took off her apron, I poured myself a glass of red wine and walked all the way towards the studio on the side of the hall on the first floor.
Easy.
Carefully, Nora pushed open the studio——
The music was gurgling, quiet and peaceful. Anson sat in front of the easel, immersed in the world of lines and colors attentively and wholeheartedly.
He didn't notice the movement at the door at all.
Nora did not step forward rashly, she just held the wine glass and leaned against the door, quietly admiring Anson's painting movements. The chirping of insects and the roar of engines in the breeze could be caught in the air. Time is here. Stop briefly.
Until Anson stopped painting.
Anson stretched out and stretched his stiff shoulder muscles, and then he noticed Nora holding a red wine glass, but he didn't know how long she had been there.
Startled.
On the one hand, I am not mentally prepared, and on the other hand, I am worried about my painting——
Painting, like music, is the most authentic reflection of the inner world. The secrets are all hidden, and the changes in style and type cannot deceive others.
After the performance this afternoon, Anson quietly left, waited patiently for the tow truck to arrive, completed the handover, and then hailed a taxi to return home.
Obviously, James Franco’s date with Alicia tonight does not need to be disturbed by others, and the afternoon performance will not only have an impact on those listeners, it is also a rare experience for Anson himself, and he is ready to Those notes and lyrics were recorded without the help of alcohol.
After recording the music, Anson was not confused or hesitant. Instead, he became more and more determined to enjoy life. He came to the studio and picked up the paintbrush again after a long time, trying to slowly pick up the hobbies that he had once forgotten. Open up more possibilities.
Before he had time to prepare himself mentally, the painting showing his heart was exposed to others, and she was also the mother of this skin.
What should I do if Nora sees the clues?
"...Ms. Wood?"
After a brief moment of hesitation, Anson joked. After the words were spoken, he breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his shoulders.
Nora could hear the ridicule in Anson's words, and it was obvious that he deliberately did not call him "Mom", which made a faint smile appear in her eyes.
"Mr. Anson." He also joked, "So, is this the Fairmont in San Francisco?"
Following Nora's line of sight, Anson looked at him The unfinished painting, "Yes, I lived there for several weeks in the summer and completed the shooting of a work. When I entered the hotel lobby, I felt that the composition there was filled with a special atmosphere..."
"Summer." Nora came closer and looked at Anson's paintings carefully——
Anson was a little surprised.
No, very unexpected.
There is no stranger or alienation, but a feeling of intimacy and ease as if friends are reunited. Is this normal?
Things don’t seem quite right?
Third update.
(End of this chapter)