Chapter 766: The world is spinning
“Good morning, Mr. Cook.”
The person who opened the door was Noah, Anson’s assistant, who was slowly getting into his role.
Edgar was about to ask about Anson's situation when he saw...a piece of lettuce on Noah's hair——
He was not joking, it was a real, fresh piece of lettuce. dripping, green lettuce, even if it is a prank, it will not be so exaggerated, so how did a large piece of lettuce leaves crawl into Noah's hair?
He hesitated to speak, but there were countless thoughts surging in Edgar's mind.
But in the end, he shook his head slightly, gave up asking for the reason, and just reminded, "There is a leaf in your hair."
Noah, "Leaf?"
Looking up, he raised his hand and touched it.
“Ah, it turns out it’s here, I’ve been looking for it just now.”
Edgar: ...
He really had a lot of questions, but looking at Noah's joyful expression, the joy was sincere, so he still swallowed the questions.
“Where is Anson?” Edgar returned to the topic.
Noah smiled while holding the lettuce, "Mr. Wood is swimming."
Edgar glanced outside, and there was no one in the clear swimming pool.
Noah added, "In the sea. There are no waves today, and Mr. Wood said it is suitable for swimming."
Edgar was stunned for a moment and laughed dumbly. Anson always makes surprising moves, " I thought he was going to learn to surf."
Noah nodded, "But now, he said he would get used to swimming in the sea first, and then he made an appointment with Mr. Evans."
“Chris Evans?”
“Yes, Mr. Evans spent the night here the day before yesterday.”
After a brief conversation, Edgar walked towards the backyard, but noticed an easel next to the floor-to-ceiling window in the hall. On it was an unfinished painting. The bright and strong colors formed a vertical and horizontal structure. It was obviously just lines, but it could still be painted. Feeling the power of emotion from the shades of color made Edgar look twice.
Edgar hesitated slightly, "Is this Anson's work?"
Noah also looked over and nodded in affirmation, "I came back the night of the Golden Globe Awards, and Mr. Wood was sleeping No, he painted it while sitting in the hall, but he said it was not finished yet and it would take some time. "
Edgar said he understood and was ready to move on, but his steps couldn't help but stop where he was, and his eyes fell on those. On the intersection of lines and colors, my thoughts slowly settled. Standing in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, I seemed to be able to capture the sound of waves and sunlight flowing in the air.
Until——
"Captain?"
Edgar woke up from the call, and his feet felt the solid ground again. He suddenly raised his head and saw Anson, who was wiping his hair with a bath towel. His whole body was filled with the breath of sunshine. .
"That's just a random exercise, not Van Gogh."
Anson joked.
Edgar chuckled, but couldn't help but look at the painting again, "You don't like the Golden Globe Awards Ceremony?"
Anson was puzzled, "Why do you think so?"
Edgar gestured to the painting, "The emotions in the lines and colors are very strong, but they are not bright and happy, but more of anxiety and Anxious, as if he could feel something about to break out of the ground."
Anson was slightly stunned and couldn't help but look at Edgar.
Edgar shrugged lightly, "I also look at art occasionally." Anson chuckled, and the brightness at the corner of his mouth fully bloomed, "Thank you for calling my work art, my arrogance is inflated. A little bit.”
Seeing that Anson was still thinking about joking and complaining, Edgar felt slightly relieved, but the worry in his eyes still did not dissipate: he was serious.
Anson exhaled softly, "No, it just happened too fast."
"You know, the 'cat and mouse game', flash mob events, award ceremonies and the follow-up A series of reactions, it felt like being thrown into the Colosseum. I thought I was ready to challenge the tiger one on one, but I found out that it was a duel with one against a hundred, and I still couldn't help but panic."
“I just need to adjust and find my voice again.”
The Golden Globe Awards ceremony was already four days ago.
After the award ceremony, the bustling discussion started in full swing, and Anson, who stole the spotlight on the red carpet and as an award presenter that night, undoubtedly became the biggest hot topic outside of the awards.
Since before the awards ceremony, people have been looking forward to and discussing:
How will the momentum created since the premiere of "Cat and Mouse" finally come to an end? However, the reality turned out to be more exciting than expected, which also established Anson's current position as the number one topic person -
With "Vogue", "Entertainment Weekly", "The New Yorker", "Hollywood Reporter", " "People" and other authoritative magazines and other media rushed to report on it, and the overwhelming heat burst out with incredible energy.
Not only Anson, but Edgar and Eve were also so busy that their feet never touched the floor.
It was a breakthrough, without a doubt.
Although "Spider-Man" has already created a wave of popularity, it is now fully detonated, pushing Anson to an unprecedented height.
Cheers, applause, and enthusiasm are all good things; but two major changes occurred in just six months, and the whole world was completely turned upside down. That is another matter——
Too much is not enough. .
I'm afraid, everyone needs some time and space to buffer and adapt.
Four days later, the heat still has no end in sight.
Edgar took a deep breath, "I understand."
Anson chuckled, "No, Captain, you don't understand; but I appreciate your understanding, at least you are trying. "
"And, this is what we are pursuing, right? At the end of our hard pursuit, the plan finally came true, so this is a good thing worth celebrating, I just need a little time to adjust."
“I know now that becoming a superstar also requires professionalism; for now, I am still a novice, but I am very willing to learn from the experience.”
After saying that, Anson opened his hands and made a brave gesture of embracing the unknown.
Edgar's tight heartstrings relaxed a little, regained his smile, and glanced at the painting again:
At least, Anson was seeking catharsis, but it was not alcohol or drugs. It's a positive start.
Otherwise, in Hollywood, there are countless new stars who lose their way and eventually make mistakes after becoming famous overnight.
Exhaling gently, Edgar regained his rationality, "Anson, if you need some time off, or completely cut off all sounds, just tell me and I will do everything possible to satisfy you. ”
"Haha." Anson laughed directly, "Okay. Captain, this is what you said. Noah, write this down."
Noah's loyal voice came from behind, "Okay. . Mr. Wood. "
Edgar was dumbfounded as he watched Noah obediently take out a pen and paper and record it carefully, and even confirmed the date and time.
Edgar: ...
Anson, "As for now, it's okay for the time being. They haven't made me crazy yet. I'm a little curious whether those paparazzi are spreading bad words about me. When the paparazzi see me approaching, one or two of them will automatically avoid me. I’m not a big devil. Or maybe this is just my own illusion.”
Edgar was stunned, eh, where should I start talking about this matter? How should we explain the matter of the Great Demon King?
(End of this chapter)