"Get out of my way!"
While issuing a warning and clenching his fist, the young man turned and walked towards Anson, the tense atmosphere surging in the sweltering heat.
Scarlett couldn't stand it anymore. "Stop, Adrian, damn it, stop!"
However, the situation has not eased.
The young man didn't stop, and Anson was also rapidly approaching. In the blink of an eye, the two collided head-on like high-speed trains.
Anson focused intently, giving the young man a quick glance. He was shorter and smaller than himself, and judging from his shoulders and arms, he probably didn't have a regular workout routine. In a flash, he made his observation and judgment and continued walking.
The young man, a beat slower, also recognized Anson's face. "It's you!"
However--
Anson saw the young man raise his right hand, his pupils contracted, and he took the initiative, quickly raising both hands to grab the young man's right hand and pulling it towards his own body.
The young man was caught off guard and lost his balance, stumbling as he flew towards Anson.
Anson slightly shifted his body, using his right shoulder to meet the young man's right shoulder. At the moment of impact, he used his shoulder as a fulcrum to generate force, pushing his upper body forward, tripping with his right leg, and cutting his lower leg into the young man's right leg as it retreated, using it as a fulcrum to block it. The two forces from above and below converged together.
Release, explode.
Bang!
The young man was flipped over and pushed down like a rag doll, landing hard on his buttocks with a thud.
In the blink of an eye, the young man was already upside down.
Dizziness, spinning, birds singing.
The young man let out a muffled groan as an overwhelming wave of pain surged through him, consuming his reason and even making him forget to cry out in pain. He just lay there on the ground, stunned.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Before the standoff could even begin, the outcome was already decided.
Scarlett covered her mouth in astonishment, looking at the young man lying on the ground in disbelief, then at Anson, her gaze shifting back and forth quickly.
The next second.
"ha."
Scarlett knew she shouldn't laugh; it was completely inappropriate at this moment, but—
"Haha. Hahaha."
That's hilarious.
The young man lay on the ground with a look of utter despair, glaring at Scarlett.
Scarlett noticed. "Sorry, Adrian, haha, sorry, I know, I know, I know... but, haha, this is really hilarious."
"I should tell Hunter, haha, he'll laugh himself silly."
Scarlett laughed so hard she almost fell over, wiping away the tears streaming from the corners of her eyes before noticing Anson rushing over beside her, but she didn't react in time.
Anson grabbed Scarlett's right hand and rushed out without pausing.
"run!"
Hearing Anson's voice, Scarlett didn't have time to think and rushed out with Anson. The California afternoon breeze, carrying a bit of seawater and the heat of the sun, brushed through her hair. A smile crept onto her lips, her heart took flight, and she ran wildly.
Hurry, just a little faster, it seems like we can soar through the air.
Scarlett couldn't help but look up and see those deep blue eyes turning back in the creamy sunlight, their brilliance shining brightly.
Time pauses briefly at this moment, the decimal point between 0 and 1 filling a second, as if they will continue running like this forever.
Laughing, she ran across the street and stopped next to a car. Scarlett then noticed that Anson was about to take out his keys to open the car door.
"Wait, wait, Prince Charming..."
My thoughts were a little stuck for a moment.
"Anson, wait, Anson…"
Panting, Scarlett finally remembered the name and stopped Anson.
"We, we don't need to run away, that's my brother."
Concise and to the point.
Scarlett explained the situation in the simplest and most straightforward way possible.
Then Scarlett could see the surprise and panic in Anson's eyes.
"Ha." Scarlett couldn't help it. "Sorry, I know I shouldn't laugh, but I can't help it, hahahahaha."
Anson glanced at Scarlett, then at the young man sitting cross-legged across the street, seemingly meditating, and finally at the lonely cart and bottled water left behind—
He admitted that the scene was indeed somewhat funny.
If Anson remembers correctly, Scarlett has an older sister, an older brother, and a twin brother. The older brother's name seems to be Adrian.
"But…" Anson's smile also turned up, but what was that all that just happened?
Scarlett knew she owed Anson an explanation. "Adrian is my brother, my own brother, and I, uh... I am indeed trying to avoid him."
Anson: ? ? ?
What kind of plot development is this?
So, it was all a misunderstanding?
"I thought he was some kind of gangster debt collector or hitman," Anson couldn't help but mutter.
Scarlett couldn't help but smile, and after thinking about it seriously, she said, "In a sense, that's not wrong."
Anson looked at Scarlett. "You mean, like Macaulay Culkin?"
This child star, who became incredibly famous with "Home Alone," later became a money-making machine for his parents. Because he was a minor, Macaulay had no right to control his own life, and everything fell under his parents' control, leading him to fall into a life of debauchery and escape from reality.
Scarlett was taken aback. "You know me?"
Anson paused for a moment. Although Scarlett was a child star, having appeared on the big screen in 1994, frankly, she's far from famous now.
The most famous work to date is probably "The Horse Whisperer," but the focus is not on Scarlett Johansson.
My thoughts shifted, "Are you an actor?"
Anson countered with a question.
Without waiting for Scarlett's reply, Anson slightly raised his chin and said, "Indeed, welcome to Hollywood."
A lighthearted joke brought a smile to Scarlett's face again.
Scarlett Johansson neither explained nor admitted that she was an actress, nor denied it. "I am not Macaulay, and Adrian is not a heartless guardian."
Then, Scarlett paused, looked at Adrian across the street, and added half-jokingly.
"Not yet, at least not now."
After all, in the world of Hollywood, who can guarantee they won't lose their way?
Scarlett's smile faded slightly as she continued to explain.
"I have two jobs to do, but God, I really, really don't want to work."
"Have you ever thought that you used all your strength to resist work, so I ran away?"
Anson chuckled. "Yes, I understand. Sometimes, even before I'm getting ready for bed at night, I'm already imagining when I'll get off work tomorrow."
Scarlett's eyes lit up. "Yes, that's it. I know the work has to be done, but I..." She trailed off, "Well, at least I escaped for a short while and secretly enjoyed—fifteen minutes of vacation time. It's not too bad."
Anson raised an eyebrow slightly. "Just like Princess Anne?"
In "Roman Holiday," Princess Anne, played by Audrey Hepburn, is just like that. Tired of the tedious work, she sneaks out to enjoy the night view, but unexpectedly meets Joe, a reporter played by Gregory Peck, and the two spend a short but pleasant day off together.
Scarlett was slightly taken aback. When she looked up, her gaze met Anson's clear and bright blue eyes.