The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 409 Hidden Corner
"So, what exactly happened that day?"

Cautiously, Edgar finally couldn't hold back and asked a question.

"Haha." The corners of Anson's mouth raised slightly, and a low laugh came from deep in his throat. "Thank you, Captain, for enduring your curiosity for so long."

Seeing that Anson was still thinking about joking, Edgar's tense and panicked mind calmed down a little, and he was about to reply, but Anson continued without pausing.

"I was on the road and saw a strong man committing domestic violence and beating a boy and his mother. I couldn't hold it back, so I helped."

There were only a few words, no context, only simple and cold facts, but Edgar was stunned.

"There he was, in broad daylight, beating children and women who couldn't stand up to him, like they were trash, over and over again."

"boom."

"boom."

Once, and again, Anson calmly made the sound of fists hitting flesh, but it fell on Edgar's eardrums like thunder.

"Did you know? When muscles collide with muscles, they will make muffled sounds. Although others can't hear it clearly, those sounds will penetrate into the victim's muscles and blood bit by bit until no pain is felt. , only my own dignity and pride are slowly shattered."

"Some people say, why don't you resist? Why don't you run away?"

"It's not a question of whether you can, but because the violence has become a habit, deeply ingrained in your soul, and you even forget to escape."

"I just endured it all silently, as if I thought in a daze that this is what I deserve."

Calm, relaxed, even with a slight smile.

Anson explained quietly like this, but Edgar shuddered. He tried to open his mouth, but his voice was stuck in his throat, and he froze in place like a fool.

"Sorry, I couldn't hold it back."

Anson looked at Edgar and responded with a smile, finishing his answer.

"Ahem." Edgar cleared his throat, pulled himself out of the quagmire of his memory, tried to stay calm, and returned to his profession as an agent, "Anson, this is someone else's business, you should not interfere, and Regardless of whether the man is armed with a gun or other weapons, or whether he may harm you, you should not interfere."

"You should have called for help, you should have called the police."

"You shouldn't get yourself involved."

Edgar found that Anson didn't respond, he just kept smiling and looking at him quietly.

Edgar was a little embarrassed, "Anson, this is my professional opinion, you are a public figure..."

Anson nodded gently, "I understand, this is your job."

"but……"

"Everyone is like this. This is someone else's family matter. This is someone else's business. We should keep our distance."

"Until one day, tragedy strikes."

"We are still bystanders. We say with regret, it's a pity. Then we turn around and leave and continue our lives, but we don't know what kind of pain they have experienced, and we don't know when such a tragedy will happen to us. On the body."

Edgar was stunned.

This is the Anson he has never seen before, some fragility, some sadness, some struggle, not strong or ostentatious, just like the bitterness gently tugging at the heart, and the smoke-like darkness lingering at the fingertips, but it is precisely like this that there is no The heartbreaking calm without ups and downs reveals a kind of vicissitudes experienced by thousands of sails.

Now, Edgar finally understood what Anson's hidden unique temperament was about.

However, he did not have time to sort out his thoughts. He just froze in place, staring into Anson's eyes, as if he was drawn into a blue whirlpool. All his professional opinions stayed on the tip of his tongue and he could no longer speak.

The young man's face appeared in Anson's mind again.

He thought his memory had been blurred and it was just a brief encounter; but he didn't expect that the picture was still clear and he even remembered those eyes. "Captain, do you know about the nomads in the desert?"

"When night falls, they tie the camel with a rope near a tree; but when morning comes, they untie the rope."

"However, camels don't run away."

“Because they remember the ropes tied up at night and can’t see them even when they are untied, just like we deeply remember the scars and pain of the past.”

"Actually, everything is in the past and has long since become history, but the shadow of the past still hangs over our heads and binds our ankles. We can't see it, but it has always been kept in place by the invisible rope."

"We dare not and cannot escape."

The California afternoon sun shone lazily and fell warmly on the surface of the skin; however, he couldn't help but shiver.

Staring at Anson, Edgar couldn't help but guess:
Anson, what happened?
If you think about it seriously, although Edgar once entered the Wood mansion in New York, his understanding of the Wood family and Anson is still very limited.

Obviously, like everyone else, he got to know this young man because of Anson's appearance, but he stopped there and never really understood the soul under the skin. However, in daily interactions, Anson's charm gradually emerged. In front of you, it can bring surprises every time.

Like a huge book.

The good-looking cover and packaging often cause people to misunderstand, maybe the content is not good; but after turning the title page, they can no longer stop and want to continue to explore the story behind.

Just like now.

Edgar tried to explore, but found nothing. It took him a while to realize that he had been involved in it unknowingly, and even exposed his true inner thoughts. The memory flooded his brain like a tide, and the truth was inadvertently leaked. Instead, it made him panic.

Edgar averted his eyes somewhat embarrassedly, concealing his panic grandly, "Then, did they escape?"

Anson twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, "I don't know either."

Maybe, at that moment, they escaped; but Anson didn't know, after nightfall, did they go back along the rope again?

The bitterness lingers lightly on the tip of the tongue.

call.

Exhaling gently, Anson brought his thoughts back.

"Don't worry."

"If that man comes to the door and the threat is exposed, just in time, we will make the matter bigger and let the law get involved."

"I don't mind being in the witness box or the dock, I just hope I can help them cut that rope and tell them to run away."

There was a hint of smile in his voice.

Edgar looked at Anson helplessly, his objections already swirling on the tip of his tongue, but finally turned into a smile, "If something really happens, I won't stop you, but I need you to tell me as soon as possible that I and I Only Eve can help and let us stand on the commanding heights in advance."

"Okay." Anson agreed simply.

The response without any hesitation left Edgar speechless for a while. He raised his head and sighed, "Ah, why do I have the illusion that I am on a pirate ship?"

Anson picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea slowly. His expression and movements clearly said: It's too late.

Edgar himself couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

At this time, Anson slowly changed the subject, "So, why did you come to the door today? If it was a small matter, you would have called."

Edgar rolled his eyes, "Mr. Wood, provided you are willing to carry your mobile phone with you."

(End of this chapter)