The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1386 The Vast Ocean
"Come on, come on!"

"Who else? It's just a life, who's afraid of who? Come on!"

"Die together. You want to die together? I'll accompany you to the end. Come on, let's die together. It's all over. No one needs to suffer anymore."

He is crazy, completely crazy.

His eyes were red, his nose and face were bruised and bloody, and he was waving his fists murderously, attacking indiscriminately without any regard for anything. His staggering steps were swaying in the clouds, and the last bit of strength in his body was exhausted. Finally, he knelt down, and endless grievances and anger exploded heartbreakingly.

I wanted to cry but couldn't, so I just screamed loudly, using up all my strength.

"what!"

His mother hugged him tightly, calling his name over and over again.

However, he couldn't hear, as if he wanted to vent all his emotions at once. Why? Why didn't these people want to let him and his mother go? Why did they still want to kill them all when they had nothing left? Why did they already live in hell but still couldn't see the end?
Why did he keep enduring, giving in, and trying to understand that they were all victims and had their own sufferings, but in the end they were left with scars? Why did the victims hurt each other? Why didn't they give him and his mother a chance to start over? Why did their guilt and giving in become the victims' aggressive soft underbelly and weakness?

why!
What's going on in this world?
Ah, ahhhh, ahhhh.

Shouting and shouting, Anson tried to vent all the emotions from his body.

"Anson!"

Someone called out, but Anson didn't want to listen and refused to calm down.

He wanted to escape, escape to the ends of the earth, away from his father and his mother. He even wanted to escape from himself. He had never hated himself so much.

His incompetence. His weakness. His stupidity. His fragility.

He hated himself, he just wanted to strangle himself to death and end it all.

Run, run, sprint.

The biting cold penetrated into the pores of his feet, and he realized that he was on the beach again. The waves bound his ankles, and before he could react, it dragged his body into the ocean, and he was swallowed by the endless blue.

Huh!
A wave hit him on the head. Anson subconsciously held his breath and his whole body disappeared into the blue. The boundless blue surrounded him. The cold and salty sea water penetrated into his wounds. The stinging and pulling almost tore his skin. His internal organs could feel the pain that penetrated deep into his bones. He began to struggle involuntarily, trying to get rid of the pain.

Then, he suddenly realized that it might as well be over like this.

The waves were whistling in his ears, and the deep and clear blue entered his body through the wounds. His blood vessels became icy cold, and oxygen bubbles were squeezed out of his lungs bit by bit. He gradually gave up struggling, and swayed gently along with the flow of the waves, slowly sinking. A tingling pain spread from his lungs.

So, is this the end?

It's over, and it doesn't seem so bad.

His eyelids became heavy and slowly raised, the endless blue became deeper and thicker, and finally turned into black, the boundless black completely surrounded him.

This is good, it’s all over, there’s nothing to worry about anymore.

Period, that's the period.

"Anson, Anson...Anson!"

A voice suddenly pulled Anson out of the water. Oxygen broke through the bubbles and forced its way into his throat. The weight of gravity strangely pulled his body to the ground. The upside-down inversion made the world spin at high speed. Anson sat up directly, feeling the softness of the quilt and mattress with his hands. He was sweating and panting. His brain was swollen and almost exploded. His whole body was sore.

It was like being beaten up by a group of people.

"Anson..."

"Anson, what's wrong? Talk to me, what's wrong, don't scare mom." That's...

In a daze, half asleep and half awake, Anson looked in the direction of the voice.

Then, I saw Nora's face.

Anson's mind was spinning, and for a moment he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. The face of Nora in front of him overlapped with the face of his mother in his previous life.

Those worries, those fears, and those tears flickering faintly in the depths of the eyes.

So, is he still in the dream now, or has he returned to reality?

But how can we confirm what is the reality?
Perhaps, he is still trapped in his previous life, and the so-called time travel and rebirth is simply a dream. He just briefly returned to reality and is now returning to the dream?
The past three years were just an imagination of mine?
Because reality is too painful, so he dives into his own fantasy world?
A pain, pulling and exploding in the temple, as if the entire skull was pried open, the nerves were stretched to the extreme and almost broke, the pain was so extreme that I couldn't even scream out, and all sounds disappeared in the deepest part of my soul.

With a start, his muscles spasmed and his breathing was cut off again in an instant.

"Anson..."

On the side, someone handed Anson a glass of milk. He looked over the milk and saw Lucas first, then Charles. The whole family was together.

What's going on right now?

Who am I where am I and what am I doing?
The confusion between dreams and reality, and the entanglement between past lives and this life, made Anson lose his direction.

Anson took the milk and gulped it down in one gulp. His stomach, which had been so cold that it was almost stiff, finally seemed to feel a little warm, and his consciousness became a little clearer.

Looking around, the ocean had disappeared, the beach had disappeared, and this was just an ordinary hotel room, a room that had become all too familiar to me in recent times.

Dream or reality?
Anson smiled at Nora and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, "Nightmare. I just had a nightmare, a very long nightmare."

Lucas frowned, "What did you dream about?"

Anson hesitated and said half-jokingly, "My past life."

Charles relaxed a little, "Not so good?"

Anson spread his hands, "My current appearance should be the answer."

Nora didn't say anything, but just pressed her forehead against Anson's, as if Anson was still a seven-year-old child, testing Anson's body temperature in this way. Her slightly red eyes revealed a hint of tenacity. Despite Anson's resistance, Nora stubbornly insisted on completing the action.

Body temperature, fortunately, no fever.

Anson waited with a look of despair on his face until Nora finished testing her temperature with his forehead, then looked at her with a helpless, faint smile.

"Are you sure now? I'm fine."

"I'm not a child anymore. I told you I was fine, so I'm fine. If I were sick, wouldn't I know it?"

As he spoke, he threw back the quilt, placed his feet on the ground with his toes curled up, and carefully felt the pull of gravity and the solidity of the ground. His heart, which had been suspended in the air and swaying from side to side, finally slowly returned to the ground.

Anson took a step towards the bathroom, but it was as if the clone could not control his body. His knees went weak and he fell forward. In the end, he barely supported himself on the ground with his hands, and his breathing became disordered again.

"Anson!"

Lucas took a step forward to protect Anson, but was still a beat too slow.

(End of this chapter)