The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1397 Farewell
Lungs, burning.

His body was weak without any nutritional supplements, and the resistance of less than two or three minutes had consumed all his energy. He knew that he could not hold on for much longer, and was now on the verge of exhaustion and unable to continue.

So, there is no time to hesitate.

Without hesitation, he rushed to a room and banged on the door.

"on fire!"

he shouted.

"on fire!"

He shouted twice and without waiting for a response, turned around and ran to another house across the street.

I could see the alarm at the door from a distance and I pulled it without hesitation.

Beep beep beep!

He continued to the next house and picked up a stone and threw it at a car parked on the roadside. Although the stone hit the glass weakly and the glass did not move at all, it triggered the alarm.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

The car made a sound too.

He had already rushed to the third house and was banging on the door and shouting in the same way.

"It's on fire! God, it's on fire!"

Without stopping, he continued to rush to the fourth house, but when he was on his way to the fifth house, he turned around and saw the two men, who caught him.

The tall man without a mask grabbed his collar and lifted him up like a chicken. Seeing that he was about to lose his chance completely, he raised his foot and kicked the man in the crotch.

Uh.

With a muffled groan, he fell heavily to the ground again.

He staggered and fell to the ground.

But he got up again using his hands and feet and continued to run.

The soles of his feet were tingling, his knees were trembling, and his body felt like it was floating lightly in the clouds, as if a slight breeze could blow him away. He ran wildly with one footstep deep and one shallow, and his mouth only continued to shout stubbornly and hoarsely.

"on fire……"

"on fire."

Use all your strength.

Huh!
Anson woke up suddenly. The stinging pain and weakness bound his ankles and dragged him directly into the endless darkness of the real world. He was sweating all over, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

I quickly turned on the bedside lamp, and the warm yellow light dispelled the darkness. The furnishings and layout of the hotel room appeared faintly in my field of vision.

Anson looked left and right in panic, and only felt relieved after making sure that there was no one else in the room. However, he still looked dazed, as if there were three or four of his own shadows swaying restlessly, and the world was hazy.

So, what is a dream and what is reality?

Anson sat there in a daze, unable to tell what was going on for a moment.

Glancing at the clock on the bedside table -

11:33.

It wasn't even midnight yet. It seemed that he had slept soundly for a while after dinner. But in just a few hours, he had so many dreams that he felt his dizzy head was about to explode.

Although he felt that he should take a shower and wash off the cold sweat so that he could sleep peacefully again, his muscles were sore all over and he was too lazy to move. He lay down again and curled up in the quilt without moving.

That dream just now...is it the pain hidden deep in the memory of this body?
Could this be what happened when he was kidnapped?
But Anson couldn't be sure, because he still had no memory of that time in his mind. Even if the scenes in his dream were vivid, there was no way to verify it.

I was mentally exhausted and had just laid down when my consciousness became hazy again; but this time, even though I was extremely tired, I couldn't fall asleep even after closing my eyes. It seemed that because I was extremely tired, my brain refused to completely relax.

The whole person feels as if immersed in a hot spring, bubbling and boiling. Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Next to him, his cell phone was vibrating, but in a state of half-asleep and half-awake state, Anson couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality, and his brain was trying to figure out the situation.

After waiting for a while without paying attention, the phone was still vibrating, and Anson wondered, maybe that was true?
But when I turned around to answer the call, the phone stopped vibrating and everything returned to calm. Only a desk lamp was quietly shining in the night.

He was looking at the phone in a daze, wondering whether he should call back, when the phone vibrated again. Anson raised his hand and grabbed the phone reflexively, and answered the call without even checking the caller ID.

"Hey, this is Anson."

"…Anson, this is Jack."

Anson was slightly stunned, "Jack?"

He opened his eyes, checked the time again, and laid his head back on the pillow. "Jack, it's almost midnight now. If you don't go to sleep, you won't be able to get up for work tomorrow. Working on a crew isn't that easy."

"Sorry to disturb your rest..."

I'm not sure if it's because it's late at night, but Jack's usually clear voice seems to become lingering and deep, with a hint of hesitation and loss in it.

This made Anson's smile twitch slightly. "Why are you so shy all of a sudden? Did something happen on the set? Are those seniors bullying a youngster like you who is new to the show? This kind of thing is not uncommon in Hollywood. If necessary, I can go to the set to help you."

It was just a little joke, and sure enough, Jack's laughter came from the other end of the phone.

"Haha, Anson, you underestimate me. I'm not as fragile as you think. If someone dares to bully me, I will definitely fight back. Have you forgotten? I'm Jack Priest, a tough guy who grew up in violence. Maybe my fists are not big, but they are definitely not soft."

This made Anson curl his lips slightly, "This is the right spirit."

"So what about Hollywood? It's not that sophisticated. If you peel off the glamorous coat, you'll see only a bunch of lice underneath. It's no different from other industries."

"Come on, Jack, show Hollywood what you can do."

Jack smiled.

"what."

"Anson, thank you, thank you for believing in me, thank you for letting me believe in dreams and have the courage to pursue them, thank you for letting me believe that life has more possibilities."

"I am very happy these days. I am really very happy."

Anson was stunned.

Something was wrong. The smile froze on his lips and he just stood there in a daze.

"Jack, what happened? Why are you speaking in a farewell tone?"

No, no, no, no, this should just be his half-asleep intuition going wrong.

Jack finally started a new life and took the first step towards his dream. Why did he say goodbye? This should be a new beginning, not an end.

Jack's laughter came from the other end of the phone, but it was nasal.

"Anson, I'm sorry, this is the last time I will contact you."

what?
Anson sat up straight, threw back the quilt, and put on his clothes swiftly. "Jack, what are you talking about? Did someone say something to you? Don't pay attention to it. The tricks of Vanity Fair are always like this. Don't..."

"No, Anson, don't worry about me anymore. You've been good enough to me."

"Jack, what nonsense are you talking about? I didn't do anything at all. Everything depended on you. So, you can't be defeated that easily..."

"Anson, my dad is back."

Anson was stunned, and his breath was cut off in an instant.

"Anson, that beast has found us. He wants to continue to torture Mom. I can't...I can't let him do whatever he wants. I can't just watch him destroy Mom and me."

Heart, falling into the abyss.

(End of this chapter)