The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1413 Facing the Wounds
The picture is vivid in my mind. Because of the rhythm and music, the camera images are also given vitality and become concrete effortlessly——

Inspiration, a full blown.

Previously, Mangold had always felt that the scene at the end of the script lacked a bit of spark.

In fact, from any perspective, it is appropriate to end the film with such a scene to put a comma on Johnny Cash's magnificent life; but Mangold always felt that something was missing.

Unfortunately, that weird feeling could never find a clear outlet, and Mangold didn't know where to start, and he didn't know how to start making changes.

But now, the answer is out -

A circle, an echo, whether it is a flashback or a flashback, the whole story ends in a closed loop, and a complete and vivid arc is completed in Johnny Cash, and all problems are solved.

Perfect.

Although the cost is to change the structure of the entire movie, such a change is a good thing, and it makes the movie more complete.

An indescribable passion surged in my chest and burned fiercely.

Mangold had completely forgotten the mess in front of him. He opened his arms and gave Anson a tight hug, unable to hide his inner joy.

"God, Anson, did anyone ever tell you that you were a genius? A natural actor!"

It is not only prejudice that an actor with such energy is labeled as a vase, it can be said to be a loss to Hollywood.

Anson grinned, "No, it hasn't."

Mangold was full of pride, "So now I say, you are a genius."

"Like Angelina Jolie, a true genius who is misunderstood and ignored, believe me, people will eventually realize their own narrow-mindedness and stupidity."

After saying this, Mangold did not wait for a response, but stood up unsteadily and strode towards the staff gathered outside.

"We need to add another scene, Anson's monologue."

Wow!
The crowd was in an uproar, staring at each other in astonishment, but no one knew what was going on, and the exchange of glances was filled with surprise.

I can't keep up with the pace, I can't keep up at all, what's going on?
In a blink of an eye, the Wood brothers were the only ones left in the meeting room.

Lucas's expression had returned to calm, but the remaining embarrassment on his cheeks and the worry in his eyes still revealed traces of the hurricane's passage.

"you sure?"

Lucas took the initiative to cover up his embarrassment, unable to hide his worry and nervousness.

"Anson, I think you need to rest. You...need a doctor's help."

Although Mangold was ecstatic and the film seemed to have received great news, Lucas was not happy. He was still worried and had lingering fears.

Anson's sweaty, bruised face, and crying for help was still fresh in Lucas' mind, and there was no way he could pretend that nothing had happened.

Words, hard and difficult, careful and cautious——

Hesitant to speak, vague.

Anson looked at Lucas like this and just felt distressed, because he knew that such behavior meant that he cared, and it was because of caring that he had weaknesses.

Anson gave a faint smile, "Why, worried that I'll see Jack again."

This one sentence made Lucas shut his mouth tightly, unable to hide the panic in his eyes.

Suddenly, he held his breath, and his pupils and lips trembled slightly.

Anson's smile was a little more bitter. He looked into Lucas' eyes, exhaled softly, thought carefully, and organized his words.

"Luca, I, just saw Jack; and nine-year-old Anson Wood."

A look of fear suddenly broke out in Lucas' eyes, and he clutched his throat tightly.

"We've done our goodbyes."

"I was thinking, maybe Jack is me, and nine-year-old Anson Wood has never disappeared; maybe I still remember it after all, those memories have never disappeared, they... just hide in the corner of my soul and continue to hurt me."

"So, one day, I need to face them, I need to reconcile with them, say goodbye to them, this is the only way to move on." "Just like Johnny Cash."

Lucas' heart was gripped by fear, and he could hardly breathe. He only heard his own voice, and the slight trembling revealed his inner panic. "Are you sure?"

"Goodbye, I mean."

Anson laughed dumbly, "No, not sure."

Lucas was stunned.

Anson was particularly happy to see Lucas like this, and laughed heartily, which made Lucas' eyes reveal a little helplessness and a little bitterness.

He still wanted Anson to be like this.

Anson, "I can't promise that."

"They're gone now, we said goodbye, but I'm not sure when they'll appear again, Luca, what do you think? I can't guarantee it."

"But now, I can distinguish between illusion and reality. I won't be trapped in illusion any longer. At the same time, I may need some help."

"I need you by my side so I can get a grip on reality."

"Luca, you guys will always be here, right? And mom and dad?"

Lucas covered his face in embarrassment, his heart almost torn apart.

"I'm sorry, Anson, this is all my fault..."

But this time, Anson interrupted Lucas, "No, it's not anyone's fault, oh, sorry, I was wrong, it's the fault of those criminals, I hope they rot in jail and suffer every day in the end."

Lucas looked at Anson with a helpless and helpless expression.

Anson blinked his eyes. "I'm serious. I am a vindictive person. This is the biggest difference between Johnny and me."

Lucas finally chuckled.

Anson, "I can be sure that it's not your fault because I need my brother."

"Although I know this is ridiculous, Jack is real, but why he is an illusion, no one except me can see it; but it happened just like a joke."

"So, I need help, I need you to help me get back to reality."

"Luca, you're just like mom and dad, you'll always be there, right?"

Anson repeated the question again. This was the only way for him to distinguish between illusion and reality. He needed them. This was his weakness and his heart.

Lucas looked at Anson quietly, caught off guard, his eyes moistened. He nodded awkwardly, "Of course." Then he nodded again heavily, "Of course!"

Anson clenched his fist and said, "Oh yeah," looking at Lucas, "I'm sorry, but you probably won't be able to get rid of this burden in your lifetime. Are you mentally prepared?"

Lucas couldn't help but burst into laughter, feeling annoyed and irritated. "Anson Wood, this is not a good time to joke, okay? You bastard!"

Anson raised his hands and surrendered with an innocent look on his face.

Lucas still couldn't do anything to Anson, and finally let out a long sigh, "...So, they disappeared, and you can't see them now?"

Anson nodded, "Well, at least for now."

This time, Anson did not continue the joke.

"I said goodbye to them."

"In a way, they are me, they have become a part of me, and I need to face those memories and the darkness. This is the only way."

"By the way, all my memories of the kidnapping have returned."

With just one sentence, Lucas' face turned pale and bloodless in an instant.

(End of this chapter)