The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1409 Life-saving straw
Snapped.

A kind of pain and a kind of suffocation are beyond the limit of endurance. The world disappears into endless blue, and the breath is cut off in an instant, falling endlessly towards the black hole.

It hurts, it hurts so much, the pain of soul tearing fills every cell, he seems to be able to feel himself disappearing, being swallowed up, torn and shattered, the overwhelming despair and pain crushes his chest and heart, and he has to watch himself shattered into ashes.

Anson opened his mouth and tried to call for help, but found that he could not make a sound. Despair and the freezing cold bound his ankles and he fell freely.

Everything, press the pause button.

Outside the meeting room, Lucas watched intently, forgetting to breathe.

In his sight, Anson's expression was painful and hideous, and a struggle and pulling that was difficult to accurately describe in words seemed to be tearing his soul into pieces.

Until the face regained its calmness and disappeared, all emotions seemed to have disappeared, but this calmness was disturbing and even terrifying, because the pain behind the calmness had reached its limit, and it seemed that one could see the fragile soul slowly drifting away with the wind.

The overwhelming energy even broke through the walls, windows, and railings, and crushed towards Lucas, pinning him to the spot. He was unable to move, not even a finger, standing there like a statue.

then.

"Help……"

Lucas heard it, Anson was calling for help -

Oh God.

Lucas instantly held his breath, not caring anymore as he broke free from the shackles and rushed out with an incredible burst of energy in his body. He used the key left by the warden to open the door of the meeting room, and rushed in regardless of anything with a shoulder push. He rushed towards Anson in two steps and watched Anson become weak all over, as if all his strength was drained away, and he fell to the ground.

Despair, crushing heart.

Lucas took a step forward, hugged Anson with both hands, and fell to the ground with Anson's strength, holding his brother tightly in his arms, and fell into fear.

Deep fear.

That year, he watched his younger brother like this, a skinny little kid, curled up in Charles' arms, covered with bruises and scars all over his exposed skin.

Back of hands, insteps, calves, cheeks, shoulders.

It can be seen everywhere and is shocking.

Everywhere he looked, he saw peeling nails and blood dripping, and there was no trace of blood on his little cheeks. He lay quietly and gently in Charles' arms, and his weak and motionless chest seemed like he might stop breathing at any time. This made him stand there in a daze, not daring to move, like a coward.

His younger brother, who looked like a kitten when he was born but grew up miraculously, seemed like he might disappear at any time and his soul seemed to be occupied by darkness.

And it was all his fault.

He promised to take care of Anson, he promised that no matter what happened, he would not let Anson get hurt, and he promised that he would always be with Anson.

However, he let go, he let go of Anson's hand.

Only God knew how much he hated himself at that moment.

It's the same thing in front of me.

"Help……"

Anson was calling for help, but he was holding onto Lucas' heart tightly.

Lucas grabbed Anson's right hand and kept calling out.

"Anson, I'm here, I'm here..."

Lucas' voice trembled uncontrollably. He stared at Anson's unfocused eyes. He had thrown all his calmness and composure out of the window and just kept repeating the same sentence stupidly.

"I'm here. I'm here!"

This time, he refused to let go. He would never let go, not even if death came.

Over and over again. Over and over again.

In the endless blue and infinite cold, Anson thought that he was ignored, forgotten and abandoned again. In his past life and this life, things seemed to have never changed. His efforts, his struggles and his running were all in vain.

So, what’s the point of continuing to persevere?

Johnny Cash had music, June Carter, his persistence in justice and his pursuit of faith, which became the light that guided him to break free from darkness and shackles. So, what did he have?
Nothingness.

He raised his head and looked towards the universe. Endless darkness and infinite silence surrounded him. He was suspended in the air, floating up and down in the void. On the surface of his skin, he could feel the loneliness and loss slowly seeping into his body through his pores, cooling his blood bit by bit.

Finally, it settles into the depths of the soul.

His consciousness began to become blurred and gradually disappeared in the boundless chaos. His existence also seemed to gradually disappear.

"Anson, I'm here."

A call came from far away, again and again, tirelessly repeating, grabbing Anson's attention in the chaos like a ray of dawn.

Wait, who is that?

In the cold and emptiness, the voice pulled Anson back. The temperature returned, and the center of gravity returned. The soul that had been frozen in the vast darkness began to struggle. He looked around involuntarily, looking for the source of the voice, trying to escape from the endless loneliness.

Subconsciously, Anson ran towards the voice.

Dark, boundless.

So, Anson stood up, searching for his destiny in the darkness. He was scarred in despair, he danced in the devil's arms, the endless darkness corroded and devoured his soul, he was helplessly lost in the void, unable to identify the direction, and even unable to judge his own existence.

Everything was reduced to that one voice, the sound that broke the silence and broke through the shackles.

In his eyes, the fire was reignited, as if it had never been extinguished by nothingness. He wandered in a lonely place with no way out for too long, until he was weak and lost, but when that voice rang out, hope was rekindled, and he looked around in fear and panic.

I'm afraid it's just my illusion.

Who, who's there?

who!
Can you hear my voice?

Subconsciously, Anson ran as fast as he could. Unable to find the direction or the goal, he just ran following the sound. In the endless darkness, his feet seemed to be on fire, and he ran wildly on the blazing fire. However, he had to race against time to find the exit before everything turned to ashes.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, running all the way.

At this moment, a sound came from the opposite direction behind him, which slowed Anson's footsteps. He stopped running and looked back.

Then, three blurry blue figures can be seen waving at him, jumping up and down, shouting and clenching their fists to cheer him on.

"Run, Anson, run!"

"Do not look back!"

"Anson, come on, come on, you are not alone anymore."

That was Jack, nine-year-old Anson Wood, and himself in his previous life.

They shouted and danced, their genuine laughter echoing between the endless darkness and the deep blue, because they knew that this time they were not forgotten.

He looked at himself, his previous self, and his eyes rekindled their light, full of youth, vitality and brightness. Although he was covered in scars, he was smiling.

He seemed to be shouting something, which made Anson pause for a moment and listen carefully, his whispers being carried on the breeze.

"Don't be someone else's hero..."

"No."

(End of this chapter)