The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1100 Hidden Nightmare
If possible, if necessary, Anson does not mind drawing a line, keeping a distance between family and affection, carefully concealing the true soul under this skin, and continuing to play Anson Wood and cooperate with the performance.

However, just like in "The Truman Show", emotions break free from their shackles, freedom and truth begin to take root, and they ultimately need to take a step forward and embrace their own truth, because this is the only way to freedom.

then.

Anson turned to look at Lucas.

"Luca, are you worried about losing me?"

The crueler and bloodier fact was that they had already lost him.

What Lucas saw now was just a shell, but underneath that shell was a different soul, a scarred and exhausted soul.

What would they do if they knew this fact?
Lucas couldn't breathe, and his soul slid bit by bit into the dark abyss. He fell into despair, and all his reason and determination were torn to pieces.

He tried to defend himself, tried to refute, tried to deny. He tried to grasp something but had no target. The piercing and cold night penetrated into his blood through his pores and spread quietly under his skin.

In the end, Lucas had no choice but to surrender.

"Anson, Stay-With-Me..."

Lucas squeezed out a word from his throat, but found that his voice was terribly hoarse.

Lucas was panicked, more panicked than ever before. The nightmare deep in his memory had a firm grip on his ankles and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it.

This Lucas was something Anson had never seen before.

He was sweating profusely, his face was pale, his uneasy pupils were trembling slightly, and the uneasiness and anxiety deep in his soul were tearing his flesh and blood.

At once, it strangled Anson's breath.

At this moment, it was Anson who calmed down first, because he really didn't know what was going on.

Ignorance means fearlessness.

"Luca, I'm here." Anson's voice grabbed Lucas' soul and stood firm in the late night breeze.

Lucas looked at Anson seriously, wiped his cheek hard to make himself more sober, and when he looked at Anson again, there was a hint of obscurity in his eyes.

"You don't remember anything?"

Anson shook his head.

Lucas was stunned, then he exhaled softly, as if to expel all the turbid air in his chest. "Maybe, not remembering is a good thing. We have been doing our best to make you forget that incident and pretend that it never happened."

Anson, “But it happens, right?”

“Even though I don’t remember, you do.”

"You remember, mom remembers, dad remembers, and this incident has also cast a shadow on you. Look at you, maybe you are the victims, maybe we should speak out."

Lucas blurted out painfully, "No."

"I can't let you go through that kind of pain again. Now that you've forgotten it, there's no need to bring it up again. Isn't it good to just bury those memories forever?"

Anson let out a breath.

Originally, he tried to find out the truth because of himself; but now it seems that only the truth can set Lucas and others free. They are now silently carrying the psychological burden and are even more miserable than Anson.

All along, he had kept his distance from them to avoid getting further entangled; but unknowingly, they were breaking down that barrier and truly becoming his family.

Silence is spreading and settling.

then.

Anson's voice surged quietly in the night, "But those ghosts hidden in memory have never disappeared, and are slowly surfacing."

“Ignoring doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

After saying that, Anson stopped urging and became quiet again.

Lucas buried his face in his hands, struggling in agony. Finally, he found a glimmer of reason in the chaos, grasped it tightly, raised his head again, looked at Anson, and his eyes revealed a little vulnerability that he had never shown before.

"Anson, are you sure? That's a Pandora's box."

Anson shook his head. "No, Luca, I'm not sure. There's no way I can be sure of anything because I know nothing and I don't know what's going to happen."

"But you are here, aren't you?"

These words seemed to hurt Lucas, and he closed his eyes in panic. The pain and struggle were so real and so violent.

Anson was stunned. He didn't know what he had said wrong. Wasn't what he just said normal? What happened to Lucas?
This time, Anson didn't say anything. Instead, he gave Lucas some space and waited patiently until the world became quiet again.

While waiting for the silence to be broken again, this time by Lucas.

"That year, you were nine years old."

"I heard there was a big mobile carnival in Brooklyn, and you pestered your parents to take you, but they refused because they didn't have time due to work."

"So you come and pester me."

"You know what happens when you get stubborn and refuse to take 'no' for an answer."

"I guess if I refused, you might sneak away by yourself, so I decided that instead of letting you sneak away from home alone, I would take you with me. At least I can guarantee your safety."

"Then, we hid it from our parents and ran away secretly by ourselves."

The beginning of the story was a bit unexpected.

But the smile on Anson's lips rose slightly, which was indeed very consistent with the original owner's personality. Lucas also looked as familiar as always.

Anson, "Is that carnival fun?"

Lucas was stunned, "What?"

Anson: "I say, is that carnival fun?"

Lucas burst out laughing. Only Anson would be curious about these details.

"Fun."

"That was the 1990s, and mobile carnivals were slowly being phased out by the times. When we could go to Disneyland, when we could see the world on TV, when we could play video games, the gypsy-style carnivals lost their charm."

"But it is precisely because of this that we have never seen anything like this before. Everything is new."

"I still remember you holding my hand tightly, your eyes moving around, looking at this and that, just like Alice's adventure into the rabbit hole."

Anson nodded slightly. "That sounds very much like my style."

Lucas curled his lips and said, "It's not just you. I was overwhelmed as well. It was because everything in front of me was so dazzling and so wonderful and colorful that I was so absorbed in it that I let go of your hand without paying attention."

The words stopped abruptly here, and Lucas seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

Anson noticed.

The answer to the following story seems to be predictable without even asking.

"Luca, it's not your fault. I was just too playful." Anson tried to speak.

But Lucas shook his head, "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have taken you out and thought I could take care of everything. I shouldn't have let go of your hand. Everything is my fault, and then I lost you."

lost?

What does lost mean?
Just like tearing off a band-aid on a wound, everything needs to be done quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

Lucas gritted his teeth and revealed the truth in one go, "You disappeared. I couldn't find you. The police couldn't find you either. You just disappeared like that."

(End of this chapter)