The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1373 Drowning Driftwood
My stomach is churning, my mind is going off track, and my body seems to be getting hot.

Anson, I feel like throwing up.

A crazy urge to vomit kept hitting me and it seemed like it could get out of my control at any moment. The half-asleep, head-heavy feeling disrupted my center of gravity and balance, and the world was spinning upside down in my mind.

Reason, wandering between reality and illusion, an impulse, a desire, a possession are breaking free from their constraints and rushing into chaos.

At this moment, Johnny is crazy-

Overwhelmed by strong possessiveness and aggression, he moves forward recklessly.

Likewise, Anson is crazy—

He seemed to be invading Johnny's soul, grasping at that intense desire.

Has Johnny forgotten Vivian? Has Johnny forgotten his faith, in which divorce and cheating are sins?
No, he did not.

He knew it, and he always remembered it, but standing in front of the darkness, the loneliness, the confusion, and the pain completely defeated him and exposed his insignificance.

Humble and vulnerable.

Haha, he once thought that he was strong enough, he once believed that he was firm enough, and he could stick to his heart in the face of the erosion of loneliness and the temptation of desire. No matter what happened, he would remain as solid as a rock and unmoved.

However, what is the reality?
He succumbed to the darkness as easily as an ant, crawling on his knees and begging for the devil's mercy and sympathy. His bright and beautiful appearance had already rotted underneath.

Standing in front of June Carter, on the one hand he longed for June Carter to save him, hold his hand and leave the darkness; on the other hand he longed to drag June Carter into the darkness so that he would not be alone anymore; on the other hand he was frightened by his own twisted and dirty thoughts, and he didn't even dare to look June Carter in the face, for fear of exposing his true nature in front of her.

Complexity, contradiction, and tug-of-war.

Just like Anson did back then.

He also thinks he is different, he also thinks he can change the world, he also thinks he is a superhero; however, after his father's incident broke out, he fell from the peak to the bottom overnight, and he had no ability to fight back.

What's more terrifying is that he is tired and doesn't want to continue to persevere and struggle. He pushes all the faults onto others. As long as he blames others, he can win a brief breathing space and continue to survive in the mud and darkness.

His insignificance, his meanness, his ugliness, he dare not face himself or others, and he even tries to cruelly drag everyone around him into the water to exonerate himself. This is his way of escaping the true appearance of his soul.

He hated himself for being like that, but he still huddled in the darkness in a miserable state, rotting and stinking.

It turns out that his soul is so small and not worth mentioning.

however.

The cruelest and most ridiculous thing about reality is that if he does not face himself, he will never be saved. No one can save him, no matter it is family, friendship or love. Unless he dares to face his own ugliness and hideousness, the final result will only be being deserted by everyone.

After coming to this time and space, Anson tried to let go of the past and completely get rid of the entanglement of darkness. The past will always remain in the mud of the past; but after the last "Cat and Mouse Game" and this "Walking with Song", Anson had to go back to the past again, escape into the darkness, and face himself.

A mean and fragile soul.

Anson noticed the panic and fear in June Carter's eyes.

Although he couldn't understand June Carter's feelings, he knew that he had grasped June Carter's weakness. He needed June Carter to face herself and the spark between them. He needed June Carter to be the only piece of driftwood he could rely on when he was drowning.

No more running away.

So, in the midst of dizziness and confusion, there was a hint of naked cruelty in his eyes, as if he was watching June Carter struggling under his claws.

He leaned in closer to the microphone, "'Big River' isn't a duet song, let's sing 'Time Flies' instead."

This is not a question, this is a decision.

As soon as June Carter looked up, she saw a deep glimmer in those cloudy eyes, cruel and complacent, looking down at her from above.

She finally realized that Johnny had been planning this all along, waiting patiently and looking for his chance.

She had nowhere to escape. June Carter took a deep breath, raised her hand to block the microphone, and tried her best to control her anger. She kept smiling but gritted her teeth as she declared her position to Johnny.

"John! I'm not singing that song. It's not appropriate, it was recorded with my ex-husband. I'm not singing it."

I see--

June Carter didn't want to add fuel to the fire and put herself in a worse situation. Imagine, she had just divorced and turned around to sing this song with another man?

So what did she become in the eyes of others?

However, Johnny finally seized the opportunity. How could he let June Carter get away? He closed the distance and lowered his voice, "There is no better choice."

There was a hint of smugness in his eyes. They were cold and cruel.

But Reese frowned tightly because of the smell of alcohol.

He raised his eyes in disbelief and looked at the man in front of him. He looked so familiar, still handsome and good-looking, but the soul in his eyes was so strange. The overbearing and forceful possessiveness made his face distorted.

Reese was slightly stunned.

A struggle and pull that is difficult to describe in words dragged her into the ice cellar.

She was about to speak, but she never expected that the band had already started playing -

Luther. Marshall. They were all the same. They all stood behind Johnny, not giving her a chance to protest or struggle. They just forced themselves on her.

Reese couldn't believe it. It was just like how Anson looked so nonchalant before the filming started. In a trance, Anson's face transformed into Johnny's. The real and the fake, the true and the false, the real and the imaginary were completely intertwined.

June Carter's breathing was instantly cut off.

She stared at the man in front of her, "I can't sing."

Johnny's pupils flickered, and he avoided June Carter's gaze in a panic, moved slightly upwards, looked at June Carter's eyebrows, and a hint of pleading inadvertently slipped into his voice.

"Joan, just sing."

Then, without giving June Carter any room to retort, he turned his head, moved closer to the microphone and started singing.

“…I have arms.”

Reese stared at Anson in disbelief. In that brief moment, 0.01 second, she didn't recognize the man in front of her at all. The anger and despair in her heart surged like a tsunami. A deep feeling of powerlessness grabbed her ankles and made her fall.

But she had no time to react.

In a flash, she smiled again, forced the corners of her mouth upward, faced the audience, and hurriedly put on the invulnerable mask.

Smile, June, smile, it's just a shell, it's nothing serious -

Like a zombie.

At this moment, in that second, June Carter could feel a chill running up from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and a sense of despair instantly froze her heart.

Anger. Fear. Sadness. Bitterness.

It all exploded all at once, but it was far more than that, there was also a sense of confusion and loss.

People always say that there is no sincerity in the world of fame and fortune. Only fools would entrust their sincerity without reservation and give all their trust in the world of spotlight.

Now it seems that she is just a fool.

(End of this chapter)