The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 386 Escape

Clap clap, clap clap.

The audience burst into applause. It was clearly just an ordinary afternoon for the film crew, but the joy of creation and the surge of inspiration could be felt in the narrow apartment space.

However, Anson felt suffocated.

It was like drowning, sinking slowly and truly, but forgetting to resist, until the dark blue lake water surrounded itself with biting coldness, the coquettish blue was evolving into inky black, the color of the whole world slowly faded, and the survival instinct finally awakened, Struggling to break out of the ground.

run.

"Run, Junior, run."

Involuntarily, he was stunned.

"Run, Anson, run!"

Before the brain can react, the body has already taken the lead.

Amidst the applause and turbulence, he fled and rushed out at once.

The applause was still raging, and the crew did not react at all. They thought Anson was going to the bathroom or hugging Steven or something. One or two figures watching Anson rushed out of the apartment door. They could no longer catch their eyes and stared helplessly. Watch Anson disappear completely.

Clap clap, clap clap.

They clapped their hands and exchanged glances, completely confused as to what was going on.

on site:? ? ?
Wait, what's going on? Can anyone explain what is going on?

ha?
Surprisingly, it was Steven who reacted first, and a thought flashed through his mind:
Too deep into the drama.

Steven didn't know what Anson had experienced, but at this moment, he, Anson, and Little Frank, their spiritual worlds broke through the constraints of time and space to complete the resonance, and they saw this in each other.

In the script, the next scene is of little Frank escaping.

Originally, Steven was still worried whether this scene was too dramatic and might seem artificial. Real life is often not so tense.

But obviously, he thought too much.

Little Frank just wanted to escape, far away from here. He didn't want to choose, father or mother? He doesn't want to face reality either. Escape is an exit and a pause. This is the only thing he can do.

Involuntarily, Steven also felt tired, deep tired.

He also wanted to escape, not on a physical level, but on a spiritual level, to escape from those memories, those memories that had been submerged in time and could no longer hurt him. He no longer wanted to be bound by them.

However, Steven still controlled himself and immediately raised his voice and said, "Catch up. Don't let the actor get lost. What are you doing standing still? Chase after him!"

Finally, the crew came to their senses and realized that something had happened.

As they looked at each other, no one knew what to do. As soon as their eyes darkened, they rushed out in confusion, with questions in their minds scattered all over the floor.

……

run.

This was the only thought in Anson's mind. He had no direction or purpose. He just wanted to escape from there. He just needed fresh air. This was the only way to extinguish the fire in his chest.

Running wildly all the way, running forgetfully, just like Forrest Gump.

In New York in February, it was still ice and snow. The cold wind mixed with the biting and biting humidity blew against my face, like a knife blade passing through my cheeks. The thin sharp edge followed the pores and sank into the blood vessels. When it met the boiling hot blood, it turned into steaming mist and penetrated again. When I came out, I no longer had any control or need to control it. I ran faster and faster without any thoughts. When running, he can leave all those worries behind him, and he can completely clear his mind and no longer need to think about those bad messes. He can just feel the continuous burst of power pushing his body to sprint through the wind and waves. This is his only thought.

Everything becomes simple.

Now, Anson finally understands how Forrest Gump feels——

Nothing, just running.

Whether he is Frank Jr. or Anson, it no longer matters now, because they are both running and escaping, leaving far away until those "facts" can no longer hurt themselves.

Everything is like childhood.

In the innocent days, happiness and joy were so simple. You didn’t even need toys or games. You just need to open your legs and run. As you run, you can feel adrenaline and dopamine. It is also an instinct. A kind of inertia, releasing nature and embracing freedom.

But I don’t know since when, that kind of simple happiness can no longer be found.

They began to search for money, honor, love, power and achievements. They pursued hard, but found that not only could they not go back to the past, but they were getting further and further away from the past. The black hole in their hearts was greedily and cruelly devouring them. All the happiness, even though I have everything, I still can't fill that hole.

Then, run again.

There is no purpose, no task, no end, just running, not to chase anything, not even happiness, just running, let everything return to simplicity, return to childhood, until a certain moment, I don’t want to run anymore, just run. This stopped.

If - just assuming, he can run all the way, chase time, and go back to his previous life before he was eighteen years old, can he change everything, firmly grasp the throat of fate before tragedy occurs, and save the happiness of his family? ,May I?
"run!"

A heart-rending cry exploded above the eardrums, sad and desperate, painful and ferocious.

Looking along the sound, Anson's heart suddenly sank——

It was a woman with disheveled hair and blood-stained face, tightly hugging the thigh of a strong man with a thick waist and round arms, dragging the strong man with all her strength, and screaming in despair.

The strong man's cheeks were red and his eyes were confused. He could smell the smell of alcohol coming from a long distance away. He was holding a folded belt in his hand, and his saliva flowed sloppily onto his chubby beer belly, dragging the woman forward. , roaring at a figure in front of him.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you. Damn it!"

Ahead, a short and thin figure was running wildly. He was barefoot, his feet were full of wounds, dripping with blood, and his body was stained with blood. He was stumbling and trembling as he ran away, but he was reluctant to let go and finally stopped. He turned around and saw the scene in Anson's field of vision.

"Mom!" The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy shouted heartbreakingly.

The woman hugged the strong man's right leg tightly, "Run, Jack, run! Run! He doesn't dare to do anything to me. Run, run as far as you can, and don't come back, Jack, don't come back."

The young man took two steps back, but still couldn't convince himself and stopped again.

Anson quickly looked around. There were no pedestrians or neighbors looking around. Occasionally, there were vehicles passing by, but no one seemed to notice the scene here.

In other words, no one is willing to stop even if they pay attention.

Anson quickly groped for his pocket, but couldn't find his cell phone. Only then did he remember that he didn't have his cell phone with him at all. After all, the movie was set thirty years ago, and the telegraph had not yet been introduced to the historical stage——

How to do?
Then, the strong man roared ferociously, "If you dare to run away, I will beat her to death."

Without waiting for the boy to react, the strong man grabbed the woman's hair, raised his big palm-like hand and slapped the woman hard. The woman almost fainted; but this was still not the end, and then the strong man began to slap her hard. He kicked the woman in the stomach as if he were kicking a sack.

"Run, Jack... run." The woman shouted intermittently.

(End of this chapter)