The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1417: Farewell
Jack Priest, there he is again.

But Anson was not surprised, nor was he flustered. He wiped his wet hair and looked Jack up and down.

The Jack in front of him seemed different from usual, a little reserved and shy.

He raised his head and looked at Anson, but then hurriedly lowered his head, carefully concealing the emotions in his eyes. He seemed to not know what to say, as if he was afraid that Anson would kick him out. He drooped his shoulders pitifully, shook his legs slightly, and dared not make a sound.

This scene made Anson smile slightly.

Anson thought for a moment and sat down next to Jack.

At a glance, you can see Jack's scarred and bloody feet.

Now that there are no blind spots, the abnormalities that were previously invisible come into view easily. Instead of fear and pain, I feel a long-lost relaxation.

Jack seemed to notice Anson's gaze and curled up his legs.

This made Anson's mouth curl up slightly, "Jack, let's wash our feet first."

Jack looked up at Anson and shook his head slightly, nervously and stubbornly.

Anson laughed dumbly. "I'm worried about my carpet, even though I don't have to clean it."

Anson stood up and walked towards the bathroom, then turned and waved to Jack. Jack hesitated for a moment, but finally followed him, biting his lip.

Anson stood in the bathtub, turned on the faucet, and the hot water flowed out. Jack stood outside with a reluctant expression on his face.

Anson called out twice but got no response. He looked down at the shallow puddle in the bathtub, raised his right leg and kicked, splashing water towards Jack.

Jack was stunned.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Anson, whose prank had succeeded, with a smile on his face.

Jack couldn't believe his eyes, "Anson..."

Anson didn't respond, but kicked the water over again.

Jack raised his hand to try to stop it, but he got drenched anyway, "You have no martial ethics!"

Jack also hurriedly entered the bathtub, raised his hand to block the water outlet of the faucet, and used his palm to guide the water column towards Anson.

Wow!
Anson was soaked all over and looked incredulous.

Jack looked at Anson in such a state of disgrace, put his hands on his hips, and laughed out loud.

Anson was naturally not going to surrender, so he bent down and used his hands as paddles to splash water at Jack frantically. Jack was caught off guard and was covered in the face by the water curtain. Then, not to be outdone, he continued to attack with the faucet.

You come and I go, with a lot of noise.

Finally, Anson looked at Jack, and Jack looked at Anson. Both of them looked embarrassed, but they couldn't control themselves and both burst into laughter.

Until exhaustion.

Jack sat down on the edge of the bathtub, looked down at his dirty feet, and finally bent down and washed them with hot water to wash away the dust and blood stains.

little by little.

After everything was washed, Jack hesitated and said, "So we'll never see each other again?"

But Jack didn't dare to look up at Anson. He hunched his shoulders and trembled.

Anson shook his head. "No, of course not. I think we will meet again."

"But, Jack, I want to say thank you."

Jack raised his head secretly, carefully hiding his slightly red eyes, and suddenly met Anson's eyes, which were full of sincere light.

"If I hadn't met you, I might never have been able to get rid of the nightmare and might not have continued to exist."

Anson was serious.

Because the original owner disappeared in this way, floating in the endless darkness, struggling hard and finally escaping into the darkness. This gave him a second chance to start over.

“When I comfort you and help you, I am actually helping myself.”

"After I met you, I realized that I was not as brave as I thought. I was timid, cowardly, fearful, and fragile. The so-called strength and coolness were just a disguise. I carefully buried those wounds. I just needed to forget them completely, as if nothing had ever happened."

"But the reality is not like that. What happened happened. The wounds are there, the nightmares are there, and the pain and struggle are there too."

"For a very, very long time, I hated myself. I hated my weakness and helplessness, my cowardice and fear, and my inability to resist..."

Not only the nine-year-old Anson Wood, but also Anson in his previous life—

He can choose to blame the mistakes on others, but deep down he can never forgive himself.

Jack knew. Jack knew it all.

Jack stared at Anson, and only realized his voice was choked and difficult until he spoke, and his eyes were blurred by tears. "But you persisted."

Anson also looked into Jack's eyes and nodded gently, "You know, this is not my first life..."

Jack nodded in response, "Of course." Then, a smile spread across his lips, "You forget that I am you. I know everything."

"But this time it's different."

"You face yourself bravely, whether it's the first time or the second time, whether it's before or now, you finally muster up the courage to face yourself."

"So, you risked your life to save me, you guided me to pursue my dreams and believe in hope, you made me believe that there are more possibilities in life."

"You're doing great, really well."

Anson's gaze met Jack's eyes, and unexpectedly, tears broke through the restraints of his eye sockets and burned his cheeks.

However, Jack's smile blossomed -

Finally, Anson finally allowed his fragility and fear to be vented, Anson finally bravely faced his own insignificance and helplessness, Anson finally mustered up the courage to call for help again, Anson finally accepted his own imperfections.

He took a deep breath, "More importantly, you are no longer alone."

This also means that Anson no longer needs him.

and so.

"Anson..." The corners of Jack's mouth turned up completely, and a bright smile blossomed among the tears.

"Even if you see me again in the future, you have to pretend that you didn't see me. Don't worry, I won't be sad or upset. Don't worry about me."

"If you miss me once in a while... very, very once in a while, then look in the mirror."

"Because when I grow up, I will become you."

Anson's voice was choked with sobs, and he tried to say something, but found that no sound came out. He just nodded faintly and awkwardly.

Jack got out of the bathtub, grabbed a towel and dried his hair and feet, then gave Anson a hearty smile, "Now, I'm ready to leave."

"Don't be so sad. I won't disappear, you know? I'll just become a part of you. I won't worry about no one paying attention to me anymore."

"Goodbye, Jack..."

Jack stretched out his right hand and looked at Anson generously.

Anson hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his right hand and held Jack's right hand tightly. "Goodbye, Anson."

A smile rose at the corner of Jack's mouth, like a ray of dawn, tearing open the endless darkness of the night, falling from the sky, and instantly illuminating the whole world.

Then, Jack turned around and ran away. It seemed like in the blink of an eye, Jack was no longer visible.

Anson was slightly stunned and looked straight ahead. He was the only one left in the bathroom. He saw himself in the bathroom mirror. He was wet all over. He had just finished taking a shower and made a mess of himself. His eyes were filled with tears and he seemed to be looking for a distant place in the mirror.

(End of this chapter)