The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 520 Escape from New York
Jack!

Anson was a little unsure.

A few months ago, while filming "Cat and Mouse" in New York, he helped a teenager and his mother escape from domestic violence on the streets, but at that time, he lost sight of the teenager.

until now--

So, is it Jack?

"Jack!"

Anson quickened his pace and chased after him, with a hint of excitement between his brows. However, he saw the young man grasping the shoulder strap of his backpack in a panic and speeding up his pace. He turned around while escaping, and the air instantly became tense.

Anson quickly braked and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Jack, it's me."

The young man glanced at Anson, turned back hurriedly, and then looked again.

At this time, the footsteps finally stopped, and those beautiful eyes suddenly brightened up. They looked at Anson with joy, and his breath was cut off in an instant.

A pause.

The next second, the boy rushed into Anson's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

boom!
Suddenly, the young man hugged Anson fiercely, as if he had used all his strength to hug Anson tightly with both hands, and a low whimper came from deep in his throat.

Anson was taken aback and was completely unaware of this scene. He subconsciously wanted to break away from the hug——

He still wasn't used to hugs.

But Anson immediately noticed the boy's slightly trembling shoulders and voice, like a puppy soaked in a storm, just clinging to the life-saving straw. This made Anson's heart soften and he couldn't help but sigh.

After all, Anson did not push the boy away.

Anson raised his right hand, trying to comfort the young man, but his palm was suspended in the air and could not fall down.

He couldn't imagine what the boy had gone through, how he escaped from New York and came to Portland, and how he was anxiously worried that his whereabouts would be discovered by his father again.

But he knew what he had been through.

When life hits rock bottom, others can do nothing but say "Come on" and "Everything will be fine". This kindness is just a little bit of warmth; however, sometimes, there are just moments——

"Come on" may also become a burden.

Because cheering requires both mental and physical strength, but at certain moments you don’t even have the strength to look up at the stars. You don’t want to and can’t cheer. Those words of encouragement may become the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

In those darkest moments, those moments when he collapsed into despair, what he needed was not just a "come on", but just a companionship.

When he finally had the strength to look up, he could see a figure waiting silently behind him, letting him know that he was not alone facing the long night with no end in sight. This was enough.

The same is true in front of me.

Therefore, Anson's gently raised right hand did not fall on the young man's shoulder.

If he needed a hug, Anson was waiting to give him one.

A hug, so short yet so long.

Instead, the young man realized that his action was inappropriate, he helplessly let go of his hands, and looked up at Anson with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I, uh, I shouldn't have, I just... I just wanted to hug you."

Anson knew, he knew it all.

Then, a smile breaks out, "I'm right here."

The young man was stunned for a moment, looked at Anson's encouraging smile, stepped forward again and jumped into Anson's arms, hugging Anson tightly with open arms.

He looked down at the young man who was only as tall as his shoulders. His thin shoulders stood up stubbornly. There were no wounds but it seemed that he could still see the traces left by his life. but--

No matter what, they finally escaped from New York, which was a good thing.

Finally, the boy let go of his embrace again, raised his hands to wipe the tears on his cheeks, and tried his best to show a big smile, his eyes shining brightly.

As a result, the corners of Anson's mouth also raised, "Are you going to school here now?"

The boy nodded heavily, "We left New York. My mother and I." The boy scratched his head cautiously, "We wandered and fled all the way, worried... worried that he would catch up, and finally came to Portland."

"Originally, I wanted to go to Los Angeles, but Los Angeles is too conspicuous and I was worried about exposing my whereabouts... Mom said Portland is very good."

A few words are simply not enough to describe the turmoil behind the incident.

Especially the teenage mother.

Anson knew how much courage it took for her to make the decision to leave that family.

When violence becomes a habit, over time, she will even begin to believe that this is the fate she deserves, and that everything is her own fate. She loses the courage to escape, dares not leave and refuses to leave, letting herself suffer in purgatory. It's like a rope tied to a camel.

Fortunately, she escaped after all.

"Well done," Anson said.

The young man raised his head slightly, his eyes filled with tears again, "Yes." He nodded vigorously.

Anson, "How was it? Is middle school as wonderful as you imagined?"

As soon as this topic was brought up, the boy immediately jumped up and down like a jumping bean, "Of course, of course, of course, it's actually better than I imagined. God, I love it, I love every second of it."

"Did you know we actually did an experiment last time in chemistry class?"

"Mathematics is difficult, really difficult. I hate mathematics with every bone in my body, but our math teacher is really an interesting gentleman. I like the way he talks about the universe. He says it's like he wants to be an astronomist. If you are a scientist or an astronaut, you must learn mathematics well."

"Oh my God, why would God give me such a trial?"

"Ah, ah, ah, the school will be rehearsing a Shakespeare production next month, and it's Shakespeare. I want to audition, but I don't know if I can do it."

blah blah blah.

Anson did not interrupt the boy, he just looked at that youthful face and regained his joy and happiness——

Yes, middle school, that should be the age when teenagers don’t know what it’s like to be sad.

After talking a lot, the boy scratched his head in embarrassment, "Ah, sorry, I seem to have talked too much."

"Haha." Anson laughed, "So, is this your dream life?"

The young man nodded vigorously, his face full of joy.

What may be an ordinary day to day life for other children is all he wishes for.

Anson let out a deep breath, "So, do you have a new dream now?"

"Astronaut!" The boy's eyes widened, his clear pupils filled with expectations and hopes for the future, but he immediately became shy, "I don't know if it's possible?"

Anson clenched his fist, "Of course. At your age, you can be anyone or anything you want. Even if others say you are unrealistic, it doesn't matter. If you don't dream now, then when will you dream?"

When they grow up, reality will gradually smooth out the edges and sharpness, and they will become mediocre and ordinary, constantly convincing themselves that this is growth; but the reality is that this is the destruction of self and the annihilation of personality, and then they will I can never find my once shining self again.

If you still have dreams, you should dare to dream.

It’s okay to be crazy.

(End of this chapter)