The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1418 Handle with Care
This is not the end, but a brand new beginning, a brand new beginning that should be happy and joyful, but why can't the tears stop?

Jack is who he is, and he is Jack.

I was clearly just saying goodbye to myself, clearly just reconciling with myself, but why did I fall into such a grand sadness and bitterness?

Deep in my heart, deep in my soul, it seemed that a part of myself had disappeared forever. The self that was covered in wounds and blood, imprisoned in shadows and darkness, eroded and hurt, was finally freed. This was a good thing, but even though I knew this, the heart-wrenching tearing and pulling still surged uncontrollably, hitting me in the face, cutting off my breath in the storm, and instantly drowning me in emotions.

Then, Anson slid into the bathtub, slumped his shoulders, hugged his knees, and let all his emotions burst out, unable to tell whether it was sadness or joy.

It's like being lost.

“Send your dreams to where no one hides.

Send your tears to where the tides surge.

Time passes... Time passes..." (Note 1)

Quiet, yet magnificent.

Sad, but healing.

The gorgeous notes fly between the silent stars and the sea, gently stirring the heartstrings and awakening the most delicate and secret emotions deep in the soul.

His fragility, his fear, his timidity and his brokenness were all without exception. Those emotions hidden in the corners of memory that had long been forgotten and covered up slowly emerged, following the dream to the turbulent tides in the uninhabited land, and unfolding little by little in the moonlight and waves.

Finally, arrive at the end of time.

"There is no end here, there is no goodbye here."

"Disappeared into darkness."

"Time passes... Time passes..."

The melody surged and circled in the depths of his soul, like a vast meteor shower, overwhelming him and destroying all his strength, revealing his truest, smallest and most fragile side. Amidst the notes and melodies, he opened his arms to embrace the sea of ​​light before him.

There, everything was quiet and deserted, with only him and his broken soul, past lives and present lives, forgotten memories and twisted pain, endless darkness and the fire of hell, but now all of them turned into fragments and smoke, and disappeared without a trace in the rain of notes that filled the sky and the ground.

Then he saw a scarred and bloodstained figure huddled in the corner, shivering, his thin shoulders looking like they could collapse at any moment.

"Anson."

he shouted.

The face suddenly looked up. It was him in the previous life and also him in this life.

He carefully sat down next to the thin figure and hummed softly.

"Ah, ahhhhh...time flies by..."

“Ah…oh, oh oh oh…hum…”

Gently and gently, heals wounds.

They will get through it eventually, they will get better eventually, and things will be different eventually.

"Time passes."

Standing in front of the long river of time, everything becomes insignificant.

That night, I slept soundly and dreamlessly until dawn. All the burdens that had been hidden deep in my soul but never discovered disappeared. I felt completely relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.

Wake up in the morning feeling refreshed.

After washing up, Anson walked slowly to the lobby on the first floor in his slippers, and lay down again on the sofa in the lobby facing the Pacific Ocean. He basked in the sunshine, his muscles stretched out, and he seemed to melt in the endless golden sky. Such a morning was happiness itself.

However, Anson noticed that there were rustling footsteps around him.

Not noisy. Quite the opposite, the light, tiptoeing steps made almost no sound; but the cautious steps were particularly noticeable in the silent space, so deliberate that people had to pay attention. "…You don't have to act like thieves. But I'm sure that if the thieves really did that, their work would be discovered quickly."

Anson said lazily with his eyes closed.

Charles's slightly flattering voice came, "Didn't you get enough rest last night? Do you need a massage today? It's just right to relax after work."

Anson laughed dumbly, "The sleep quality is very good. In fact, I haven't slept so soundly in a long time."

Charles, "…what's wrong with that eye? It looks swollen."

Anson still didn't open his eyes. "Yeah, I cried a lot before going to bed."

In an instant, the sounds of breathing and footsteps were all cut off, and the air became eerily quiet.

This made Anson laugh helplessly, "Venting is just a way to vent emotions. In fact, it was because I was tired from crying that I slept well last night."

Charles and Nora exchanged glances, and finally it was Nora who spoke.

"Anson, are you sure you don't need to sit down and talk with a psychiatrist?"

Anson, "My alter ego refuses."

The air is quiet again.

Anson shook his head helplessly. "Just kidding. I was just joking. Dad, Mom, I'm not a fragile porcelain doll. You don't have to handle me with care."

"No no no no."

"Of course not, why would we?"

"Yes, yes, we behave normally."

"We are just worried, just normal, not beyond the warning line."

Charles and Nora denied it again and again. After a while of noise, Nora looked at Anson and considered her words. "So are you going to take a break for a while?"

Anson finally couldn't help it, he sat up straight, rubbed his swollen eyes, turned to look at his parents, and only then realized that Lucas had been sitting next to him, flipping through the documents in his hands attentively, but remained silent the whole time.

"Yeah, I'm going to take some time off, but I've got a whole new idea, I want to record a whole new album, inspired by Jack."

"It's just an idea at the moment, but I think it's very interesting and I plan to research it further."

“Just like Johnny Cash, he turned his struggles and darkness into artistic creation, presented it through music, and evolved it into a brand new work.”

"But you don't need to worry about my job. You should worry about your own. Are you planning to move to Los Angeles? What about your job? Are you planning to be by my side all the time like Luca?"

Although Anson's attention was completely focused on filming, he also noticed that Charles and Nora's work was completely suspended for more than three weeks, accompanying him to complete the entire filming of the movie, and he was also worried about them.

Nora waved her hand, "Don't worry about work, there will always be new jobs, but you are different, you are my child, a unique existence."

"Come on, you just said you were going to create something? I think that's a good idea. Maybe you can continue painting and vent the emotions in your mind."

Anson noticed the worry in Nora's eyes and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I'm fine, Mom. You're talking like I'm a nine-year-old. I'm not nine-year-old Anson. You don't have to be so careful."

Air, complete silence.

Anson grinned and gasped, looking at Lucas, "Isn't it too early to joke about this?"

Lucas nodded seriously. "Indeed, it's too early. Too much too early."

Note 1: Wait (M83)

(End of this chapter)