Chapter 653 Keeping a Distance
Anson is not an innocent child who is ignorant of the world.
He knows that the bond between people is not an easy thing. Family, love, and friendship are all like this. This is the case in ordinary life, and even more so in Vanity Fair.
Looking for trust and bond in Vanity Fair is a stupid idea.
However, Anson still had hope, a weak and naive hope.
Even in Vanity Fair, you can still find like-minded friends. Not because of stupidity, but because if you see everything too clearly and rationally, life will be too lonely, as if you have no dreams.
Especially after experiencing the long darkness in the previous life.
Anson realized that believing in dreams and hopes is not stupid, but still loving life, standing in the mud and looking up at the stars in the sky.
So, cautiously, Anson still chose to believe and look forward to it.
Today, Brad's appearance was a little surprise.
Anson could feel Brad's sincerity and helplessness. Although Anson didn't know what Brad had gone through, he also believed that what Brad said was just the tip of the iceberg; Struggles are real -
Whether he or Brad, they are all ordinary people, they will make mistakes, regret and fall; it is always more important to be able to recover from the brink and make a new start than to make mistakes.
Those thanks are sincere.
At least, Brad proves that kindness in Vanity Fair is not all stupidity.
However.
Things are not that simple.
Those hurts, losses, and bitterness are all real; they are so real and so distinct, leaving a deep mark, but they will not disappear easily just because of a few words.
What's more, friendship is not a Lego toy. You can just put it back together after being broken up, and there will be no trace at all; trust is not something that can be easily restored.
They need time and space.
“But.”
"Brad, I don't think I can invite you to stay for a drink. At least not now."
Anson's words were a little difficult, but in the end, he still said it.
Brad was a little panicked.
"Anson...no, I..."
"I promise, I will not be stupid, I will not make trouble unreasonably like a madman."
"I won't talk about 'me, me, me', and I won't discuss work - including mine and yours. I just..."
Anson couldn't bear it.
The Brad in front of him was like a drowning man clinging to life-saving driftwood.
But Anson knows that this is always the case for people who are experiencing withdrawal reactions. Whether they are addicted or bid farewell to addiction, they will feverishly grasp at any life-saving straw, and their words and actions cannot be easily trusted.
Taking a deep breath, Anson stayed calm.
"I know, Brad, I believe you."
"It's just that we all need time and space, not just me, but you too."
"What happened has already happened We don’t have to dwell on it, but we can’t pretend that it didn’t happen, pretend that everything is fine, pretend that things can be restored to their original state by pressing the production settings button.”
“Sorry, Brad, I don’t want to hurt you...”
This time, Brad waved his hand to stop Anson.
Brad sat quietly, shoulders slumped, slightly lost in thought, as if abandoned; but he took a deep breath and straightened his back again.
"No, no, no, no, I understand." "I mean, I am like a person who has been lost in the desert for a long time. When I see a clear spring, I want to plunge my head into it; but the reality That is, if I am too eager, I may drown."
"You need time, and I also need time."
It's not difficult.
However, Brad still felt empty and stood there with a lost look.
Life is really not easy, and life in Vanity Fair is even more so.
When I was worthless, I longed to become famous overnight; only after I became famous overnight did I realize that the world wrapped in weirdness was completely different from my imagination, but the cruel thing was that I could no longer go back. .
Anson let out a long breath.
“If it were a Hollywood movie, I should punch you twice in the chest right now, escort you on the plane to leave Los Angeles with tears in my eyes, turn around and sit lonely in front of the bar with a glass of whiskey, silently mourning , there are so many towns and bars in the world, but you just walked into mine.”
Ha ha.
Brad couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
Anson, it is indeed Anson. Who would have thought that the lines from "Casablanca" would actually appear here, changing the atmosphere immediately.
“But life is not a movie.”
“It’s not the time for me yet...”
Brad took a deep breath and waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't worry, I understand, I understand, you are right, I am always here anyway."
"The main thing is that I have no other place to go, and I just I can stay in Los Angeles, so you pretend that I am still hanging around here, waiting for your call, and then the paparazzi secretly followed us and took pictures of us going to the bar to drink. Chris was so jealous that he called to complain, but we didn’t shout when we drank. Him. "
Bah, bah, bah.
A smile crept onto the corner of Anson's mouth.
The Brad in front of him has regained some of the unruly and free spirit in his memory.
Anson didn't know how deeply Vanity Fair had left a mark on Brad, or whether Brad could regain his former self; but at least, he was aware of it.
This is a beginning.
Anson shrugged lightly.
“Although I can’t buy you a drink, for the sake of you coming all the way to Malibu, I can tell you that I made a movie with Heath Ledger, and God, he’s a A real madman."
Brad's eyes widened, "His? Wait, the madman who competes with you for Peter Parker? Really?”
"I'm not sure he hit himself, but I'm sure we hit each other."
"You? You're kidding!"
"I didn't."
"Jesus Christ, Anson, you are a bad learner. I thought you would never fight. Even that good boy Chris can fight, but you don't look like it at all. I can't imagine you throwing a punch. "
"Shut up, you just apologized, otherwise I would give you a punch and give you a lesson to vent my anger."
"Oh, Anson, you don't want to try it. My fighting skills are very dirty. They were all learned from street gangsters. Once I get started, it's a dirty trick. You, a good boy, better not learn it badly."
"Monkeys stealing peaches?"
"Oh, my ears, God, my ears!"
You come and go, laughing and joking, laughter is stirring in the air again Getting up, unknowingly, it seemed as if they had returned to the careless and carefree years before. The two of them were making fun of each other without any restraint. If one of the ten sentences was true, it would be great, and the rest were all nonsense. But these silly jokes kept the laughter going.
However, Brad did not stay long after all. He only stayed for a short while and left the villa with a smile. When he stood outside the carved iron door, the heavy burden on his shoulders seemed to be lifted. down.
(End of this chapter)