The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1400: In Lushan
Charles' words were more difficult than ever before. Although he had prepared himself mentally, the actual situation was even more difficult, as if his throat was stuffed with a ball of cotton.

However, Charles knew that he couldn't give up, he couldn't pretend that things didn't exist, he couldn't pretend that everything was fine.

He couldn't bear the pain of losing Anson again. Even just imagining it in his mind made him unable to breathe.

he can not.

So, they must face the storm head on, and no matter what happens, they will stay by Anson's side and face it together.

"Anson, what's going on?"

Charles stared at Anson, his eyes fixed on his little son, and even though his heart was trembling slightly, he never looked away.

Anson blinked, a smile rising slightly on his lips, "Dad, you don't know much about kids like Jack, do you?"

He let out a breath and his thoughts fell into the memories of his past life.

"They're skinny, they're tiny, they're just kids who won't be seen."

"Even if they were beaten black and blue, even if they were tortured until their heads were bleeding, even if they screamed for help at the top of their lungs, no one would hear them."

"Or maybe other people saw it but turned their eyes away and pretended not to see it."

"Because they are worried about getting into trouble, because they don't want to get involved, because they think that these children deserve what they get, just like weeds, they will disappear if they disappear. Anyway, when the spring breeze blows, thousands of weeds will grow again. They don't have the energy to save all the children."

"So, these children just disappeared. They clearly existed, but no one could see them."

"They hid carefully, not wanting to be beaten again, and not wanting to be an eyesore, fearing that their very existence might become a nuisance to others."

"Yes, this is a hospital, but they always know their secret passages."

Quietly and gently, Anson's voice was like a wisp of smoke, floating in the air, and could be dissipated at any time with a breeze.

Charles' heart trembled slightly, "But, can you see him?"

Anson smiled.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, outlining a shallow arc, but the fragility and sadness behind that smile made Charles stunned.

"Jack, trust me."

"Maybe I'm the only person he can trust. If I don't trust him either, he will have no one to rely on."

"They...if you don't pay attention, they may disappear completely, as if they had never existed. No one will even notice their disappearance. The world continues to move forward and the earth continues to rotate. Their arrival leaves no trace."

In that blooming smile, Anson's eyes were slightly red, and a hint of sadness appeared deep in his pupils.

Charles tried to speak, but found his voice stuck in his throat. A terrible and cruel reality gripped his heart, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"Anson..." Charles had to take a deep breath again and barely controlled himself, "Were you like this then?"

"It was also like this when you escaped from the basement where you were imprisoned? People pretended not to see or hear you, averted their eyes, and left you alone there to ask for help, but you were caught again and dragged back?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

At the door of the ward, Lucas's breathing was strangled and he clenched his fists involuntarily. His usually calm and steady eyes were filled with panic and fear.

The muscles of his entire body were tensed to the extreme, and he had completely lost the ability to react. His heart was being dragged and pulled in panic, and he was falling into the abyss bit by bit.

There was no sound in the ward, everything was quiet, as if all of a sudden, their breathing was cut off. However, this dead silence strangled Lucas' throat, and he couldn't even react, and just froze in place.

Charles' heart was nearly torn apart.

The Anson in front of me was a little different from what I imagined. There was no sadness, no pain, and no struggle. He was just a little confused and fell into a dazed thought.

But it was precisely this expression that broke down all of Charles' defenses.

Charles once believed that forgetting was a good thing. It meant that Anson would never have to recall those dark years. They could bury all the pain and move on. As for the weight of that experience, it would be borne by the adults like them.

until now.

Charles realized that he was wrong, very wrong.

Forgetting does not mean disappearing; at the same time, avoiding means giving up positive healing, and pretending that the wound does not exist means never treating it.

His Anson had been trapped in that damp, rotten and dark basement all this time, and they were like those indifferent strangers, pretending not to see, not to hear, and pretending that nothing had happened, leaving Anson alone to struggle in the endless darkness.

It was just a thought, but it plunged Charles into a deep quagmire of despair.

"Anson..."

Charles called out softly, but Anson was lost in his own thoughts and did not respond, so Charles had to call out again.

"Anson?"

This time, Anson finally looked up.

However, the confusion in his eyes still could not be dispelled. What was a dream and what was reality, what was the past life and what was memory? Everything was mixed up and entangled, difficult to distinguish. It was him in the past life, he was him in this life, and he is also him now. The different pictures were completely intertwined.

Charles inquired carefully, "So, Jack, is that you?"

Anson was stunned, raised his eyes to look at Charles, and unexpectedly, laughed out loud, "This is a bold idea."

"Haha, honestly, did you do your homework? Did you watch the director's last film?"

Charles was puzzled.

Anson looked at him carefully, and then realized that Charles' expression did not seem to be lying, so he had to explain, "James Mangold, our director, his last work 'Identity', tells the story of a serial killer who has ten different personalities in his mind. Each personality is an independent individual. The one who actually committed the crime is the evil personality, and that evil personality tries to eliminate all other personalities to survive..."

“All in all, it was a very interesting piece of work.”

"Although you haven't seen it, it's clear that you are giving full play to your imagination. The director should be very grateful for this, proving that his idea is not a fantasy."

Lighthearted and cheerful, it was obvious that Anson didn't take it seriously at all and really regarded Charles's inference as a joke.

Father, like son.

To this day, Anson is still in Mount Lushan, with no chance of seeing the true face of Mount Lushan, and not even any doubts.

The point is that this matter is indeed absurd. After Charles and the others heard Lucas's inference, their first reaction was disbelief; even now, they are still skeptical and find it hard to believe that such a dramatic thing actually exists in real life.

If even the bystanders are like this, what about the people involved?
Charles hesitated. Should he continue to expose it?

But he had said it directly, and Anson still didn't believe it. What else could he do? Continue to persevere? Would it turn into a kind of stimulation?

(End of this chapter)