The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1410: No One Alone
"Don't be someone else's hero..."

Anson couldn't help but be stunned.

Looking at Jack, looking at the nine-year-old Anson Wood, looking at his past life self, his consciousness became hazy, his mind wavered, and his steps actually turned back again.

However, the three of them waved their hands repeatedly, using all their strength to express their resistance.

he shouted.

"No."

Anson stopped walking back, but stood there in a daze, losing his direction again, not knowing which direction he should go.

In the void, the voice came again, "Anson, I'm here."

"Anson, Anson..."

Such sadness, such pain, and such despair, calling out over and over again, pulling at Anson's heart to start beating again.

Reluctantly, Anson took another step, looking back every few steps, and ran towards the direction of the voice.

At the limit of vision, at the dark horizon, as my footsteps run, a ray of dawn appears.

Faint, but bright.

This makes the heart beat and pound so fast that it almost explodes.

Even though he was exhausted, even though he could taste blood in the back of his throat, even though every knee in his body was protesting, even though his knees and legs had no energy left, even though he felt his body was falling apart and he could no longer hold on.

However, the appearance of that ray of dawn still made his heart beat wildly, and it seemed that he had found a new energy deep in his soul, which burst out in full force.

He ran faster and faster, and finally it turned into a sprint. His heart flapped its wings like Icarus and flew high into the sky, flapping towards the sun regardless of anything. Even the melting wax wings could not stop him.

Not only that, but his flapping of wings became faster and faster.

All of a sudden, he stumbled into the golden halo.

Huh!
Anson finally felt the oxygen again, but he began to cough because of the oxygen rushing into his throat. He supported himself on the ground with his hands and continued to cough. He was exhausted and his hands could not even support his body. His elbows trembled and he almost fell to the ground. At the critical moment, he supported himself on the ground with his forearms and barely controlled himself. He looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

Pale face and sweating profusely.

Not only the clothes, but also the hair was completely wet, and you could even see the hot sweat dripping down the hair.

So embarrassed.

I took deep breaths and spent some time to adjust myself. The roar on my eardrums continued and my temples felt like they were about to explode. I felt hot and cold, high and low, and my internal organs were churning. A violent breath was running rampant in my chest and the world was a blur.

However, the sense of reality fell into his stomach like a block of lead, pulling his body heavily towards the ground. The weakness, the burning sensation, the sourness and the pain flowed through his blood clearly and realistically, filling his body. Anson realized that he had escaped from the illusion and returned to reality.

It's like the weightlessness in "Inception".

Anson fell to the ground, looked up and saw Lucas, who was also in a state of distress. He finally knew who had responded to his cry for help.

In the deserted land of endless nothingness and vast darkness, a rose took root and sprouted stubbornly and tenaciously, just like the rose that the little prince found in the desert.

Thousands of words swirled on the tip of my tongue, trying to find a suitable way to express them, but in the end I swallowed them all.

Anson looked at Lucas, and Lucas looked at Anson.

Finally, a sense of absurdity came over Anson, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing. Lucas: ...

He was speechless, still frightened, his heart still hanging high in his throat, unable to breathe. But then he saw Anson laughing for no apparent reason. He simply couldn't believe what he saw.

Anson looked at Lucas, who looked serious, nervous, frightened and flustered. His hair was wet with sweat, and his brows and eyes showed a look of panic and helplessness.

Although Anson knew that it was inappropriate and this was obviously not the time to laugh heartily, the absurdity of seeing Lucas in such a state was still overwhelming. Anson tried to control his smile, but the more he tried, the funnier it became, and his smile completely blossomed.

Anson looked Lucas up and down. "You should really see what you look like now."

Lucas:…

For once, Lucas didn't complain back, but just looked at Anson with worry on his face. His face had never been so expressive before.

This made Anson unable to control himself anymore, "Haha, Luca, your expression...hahahaha."

Anson laughed so hard that he held his stomach and fell forward and backward, and his head hit the table behind him with a bang, which scared Lucas.

Lucas:…

A feeling of annoyance and anger surged in his heart, but when he saw Anson rubbing his head and rolling on the ground in front of him, the anger eventually subsided.

Now, Lucas finally understood what was going on.

So, does this mean that Anson is... okay?

Lucas was not sure and looked at Anson carefully. His expression and his eyes were completely relaxed. Although he looked embarrassed, the familiar Anson was back.

This description is not entirely accurate.

The faint sadness and gloom between Anson's brows seemed to have disappeared quietly. It was not obvious, but I could still feel a ray of faint sunlight spreading across his sparse brows, giving me a feeling of seeing the sun after the clouds had cleared. It was obviously familiar, but it suddenly looked a little strange.

Lucas had known Anson all his life, but he couldn't remember the last time he had felt this kind of openness and comfort in Anson.

Or have you never felt it before?

Of course, that's not entirely true. Anson still exudes fatigue and chaos, and that hint of cleanliness and clarity is not enough to calm him down; but Lucas still keenly captured some differences. Does this mean... those nightmares and shadows have finally been resolved?
Does this mean that Anson really found the answer in the movie and in the performance?

The words rushed to the tip of his tongue, and Lucas wanted to ask Anson directly.

However, at the last moment, I braked urgently and controlled myself——

Don't worry. Don't worry!
Lucas clenched his fists, but they trembled slightly because he was squeezing so hard and so violently. He almost got out of control of the surging energy.

Now that Anson has just recovered, there is no need to push too close. Give Anson some time and space to digest and sort things out on his own.

Anyway, no matter what happens, he will stay with Anson. He always stands there waiting for Anson, doesn't he?

The heart that had been hanging in his throat finally returned slowly to his chest. The fist that had lost its color due to excessive force slowly loosened. Lucas' expression relaxed a little, but he didn't have time to put on his usual mask. Looking at Anson who was rubbing the back of his head with a grin, he couldn't help it this time. A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and before he realized it, a smile crept up to the corners of his mouth.

After going around in circles and hesitating, Lucas finally complained.

"You should take a look at yourself. You are the dream lover of millions of girls. Haha."

(End of this chapter)