Chapter 652 It Takes Time
For a brief moment, Anson's brain malfunctioned and he was unable to react. He suddenly realized that Hollywood was crazier than he imagined.
This time, Anson did not hide his expression.
Brad noticed it. He spread his hands and had a bitter smile.
“You can express surprise or shock as much as you like, I don’t mind, because I also feel that I am terminally ill.”
hehe.
Brad chuckled lightly. Before he spoke, he felt it was a shame. He hoped to be buried forever and completely forgotten. He prayed that the assistant would not tell anyone. He wanted to take these secrets into the coffin forever. ; But after I opened my mouth, things didn't seem that difficult. Instead, I felt relieved. Unknowingly, the secret broke through the constraints and was spoken out.
He needs this catharsis.
“The matter is not over yet.”
“I couldn’t bear to lose face, so I asked the assistant why she didn’t reply to the message. At least she could reply to me via voice or text message. Maybe I was a lunatic. , but communication at work should be responded to as a matter of course.”
"She said that she doesn't work on weekends and she also has a private life."
"She said that maybe she is insignificant, but she refuses to be kidnapped by work. She is on call 24 hours a day from Monday to Friday. She is busy all day long, so on weekends, she has the right to turn off her mobile phone, computer and email, and deal with these trivial matters until the weekend. "
"The producers and directors are all on vacation and partying. Playing, she refused to sell her life to the devils from hell."
"Ha, haha."
"She has her own life, she has her own life." br>
"Obviously she didn't want to have to and shouldn't have to deal with an actor going crazy on the weekends."
Smiling and laughing, she fell silent without warning.
"Anson, I'm sick."
"And I'm very sick. I need help."
After saying that, Brad twitched the corner of his mouth, However, the muscles on his face were stiff for a while, and he couldn't laugh or cry. There was a trace of sadness and bitterness between his tangled and ferocious eyebrows.
The sun is still bright.
The sky is still vast.
Brad was quietly bathed in the halo, but he was more fragile than ever. It seemed that he might be swallowed up and destroyed by the golden halo at any time. The loneliness and confusion spread silently in the air. Come.
Sometimes, Anson has difficulty distinguishing whether they are winners or victims of Vanity Fair, or, in other words, both winners and victims.
Anson did not speak because he did not know what he should say and was not sure whether he could help——
Or should I help?
Brad rubbed his temples and took a deep breath.
“I don’t know, I don’t know myself, I don’t understand myself, I feel like a lunatic.”
“This is everything I long for, at least what I thought I longed for But in the end, I don’t know what I’m longing for at all, I just...”
Anson let out a breath, “You long to be the most famous actor in the world, so that everyone will love you They worship you, support you, remember you, and remember you forever; but at the same time, they are afraid of you, and they will not criticize you in any way, because they need to always look up to you.”
Brad stared at Anson, stunned.
Anson, "Me too."
"There is no difference between you and me. This is the life we long for, tirelessly climbing the peak of Vanity Fair, getting higher and higher, until He was left alone.”
Anson did not criticize and examine himself from above, and he did not think he was very noble and proud.
Without warning, Brad collapsed, his shoulders slumping heavily.
"But, at some point, I, I don't know, I suddenly had nothing." "No friends."
"I miss you, I miss Chris, I miss you James, I miss myself who was furious because of Hayden's refusal but still sincerely believed in friendship."
"Anson, I want to find myself"
Incoherent and vague. Unclear.
Maybe, as Brad said, he didn't know what he was longing for and what he was looking for. He was lost and fell deeply into the darkness.
Brad raised his hands, rubbed his eyes awkwardly, hiding his sadness and struggle, and trying to show a smile.
"Anson, I miss my friend."
All this time, pursuing hard and running with all his strength, Brad never really stopped to look back at himself, calm down and think about it. :
Are these really what you want?
"I want to sit in the back garden with you all afternoon, fretting and chatting. I want to spend time sharing real life with real people in real life. I want to capture something real."
"It is not an illusory reputation and reputation, nor is it a bunch of tool people who flatter each other and then completely forget about it after turning around."
"I think..."
Take a deep breath .
"I want to sit down and I want to know what you are busy with these days. Where is Chris? Are you still single? Does James still change partners every day? I strongly suspect that he is addicted to this. Disease.”
"Anson, I miss my old life."
The words seemed to be unfinished, but Brad did not continue speaking either. He was suspended in the air, stuck there without moving up or down, his eyes full of loneliness.
Under Brad's gaze, Anson let out a breath, and the tip of his tongue was full of confusion, which was difficult to describe simply for a while.
"...Thank you."
Anson said.
"Thank you for your honesty, Brad, I really need a moment like this."
"You know, I have always believed that life is long and lonely. We come to this world alone, and we are alone. Leaving alone."
"During this journey, we will meet all kinds of people, some are strangers we pass by, some are enemies we never deal with from beginning to end, and some are still enemies. Friends who share the same goals and move forward together. "
"But the point is, we will eventually be separated."
"For various reasons, even the closest and closest partners will eventually be separated. We can only accompany each other for a while, and then move on and embark on our own paths in life. In the final analysis, we need to complete this journey ourselves.”
"Life is lonely after all."
"But."
Anson stopped talking for a moment, and the smile at the corner of his mouth rose slightly.
“However, there is a difference here. Some people’s journey together is longer and some are shorter.”
“I sincerely hope that our journey together can be longer. Some. I still remember when Hayden left without saying goodbye, we stood there speculating with Chris, predicting the worst outcome, and comforting ourselves that it would not happen.”
"At that time, I thought we would go on forever. Vanity Fair, a palm-sized place, was too lonely."
"Later, I was worried that you would become the kind of person who would eventually part ways due to differences after being together for a short period of time. Friend, I don’t want you to just accompany me for a while. I really hope that this friendship can last a little longer.”
Such simple and simple words hit Brad hard.
Brad shifted his gaze in embarrassment, hastily covering up his embarrassment and embarrassment, but he still couldn't control it, and his eyes turned slightly red.
“So, thank you, thank you for being willing to come and say these words today.”
(End of this chapter)