From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

What to do?

What should they do? What could they do?

Lucas used all his strength to barely keep himself calm, listening intently to the voice on the other end of the phone, trying to grasp a glimmer of light in the darkness.

Ten years, fleeting in an instant, all the nightmares and shadows of the past had been left behind, they thought they had finally healed their wounds and moved on with their lives; but they never expected that they were still trapped by nightmares, those wounds had never healed, and would never perfectly recover.

What happened, happened after all.

Even if the wound scabs over, it still leaves marks on the heart and soul that will not disappear.

Nora's breathing was slightly chaotic, but she didn't lose control, this woman showed her perseverance and resilience, her voice echoing in the night.

"Lucas, calm down. Do you hear me? Calm down."

"I'm going to Las Vegas now."

Lucas was stunned, "But, Mom…"

"Lucas." Nora interrupted Lucas, and said decisively, "We will not lose Anson, understand? We absolutely will not."

Hanging up the phone, sitting in the darkness, the world fell into endless silence again.

Unexpectedly, tears broke through the restraints of his eyes, almost scalding his cheeks.

In an instant, he once again felt the helplessness and confusion of being fifteen years old, the guilt of self-blame and anger weighing heavily on his shoulders, he could barely support it—

It's him. Everything is because of him.

But, he is no longer fifteen years old, he will not lose Anson again.

Taking a deep breath, Lucas grabbed the reins of reason, regained his balance, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes, no matter who it is, even Death, if they want to take Anson away, they must step over his dead body.

…

The night, like water, softly and lightly covered his body, and bursts of coldness drilled into his body along his pores, and his tired and heavy muscles felt sore.

Anson couldn't help but curl up into a ball, hugging his knees tightly, curled up like a cooked shrimp, his knees against his chest, trying to draw a trace of warmth.

The air vibrated gently because of the sound of knocking and calling, and the thick, undissolvable night pressed down heavily, making it difficult to breathe in his chest.

"Anson…"

"Anson!"

The calls, from far to near, finally exploded in his ears, so that Anson was startled, and suddenly sat up straight, searching in the dark night where he couldn't see his fingers, the moonlight was tightly blocked by the blackout curtains, and he couldn't detect any light, the whole house seemed to be invaded by thick fog.

"Anson!"

Outside the door, the sound of knocking mixed with calls came one after another, finally pulling Anson's attention back.

Pulling back the quilt, his feet stepped on the ground, staggering towards the door of the room, but just as he was about to arrive, his toes felt a burst of coolness, and an emergency brake stopped him.

Looking down.

Beach. Waves.

Wait, why are there beaches and waves in the room?

Anson couldn't help but take two steps back, but found that his footprints were particularly clear on the beach, white waves chasing his toes and rushing up, gently kissing, and wisps of coolness wrapped his toes along the wet touch, and the sound of the waves crashing came from the cool sea breeze.

What… what's going on?

There was also the small alley where he and his mother lived when they were evading creditors, a place to live with only a palm-sized space outside the kitchen and bathroom.

"Anson, run."

His mother shouted heart-wrenchingly, tears and snot smeared together, her face full of embarrassment.

But, why is he here?

But now there is no time to think about it, his mother shouted with all her strength.

"Run, run!"

He looked forward and saw a group of ordinary men, without fierce gods, without burly figures, not at all like the legendary cruel appearance of debt collectors, just ordinary men who would not attract attention even if they passed by in daily life, no more ordinary; but at this time they were grimacing like devils—

His mother fell to the ground, one person stepped on her right hand and was bending over to rummage through her mother's wallet, only a few lonely paper bills fell out of it; one person pulled her hair back, venting all his frustration and anger on this woman who had no power to restrain a chicken.

A group of people in the back were turning their rental house upside down, clothes, sheets, shoes, bowls and chopsticks were all thrown out and smashed to the ground, even if they couldn't find anything, they had to smash everything.

They should also be victims, victims who have fallen into trouble and despair because of their father.

They couldn't find their father's hiding place, so they vented all their anger on their mother and son, pointing their fists and knives at objects weaker than themselves, tearing off their usual disguise, revealing the ugliness and hideousness hidden under the mask, and the bloody breath twisted in their eyes, blooming evil flowers.

A man in a suit and leather shoes at the very front watched all this coldly, seemingly interrogating his mother, and at this time, following his mother's line of sight, the cold and piercing eyes instantly enveloped Anson.

Anger, suddenly broke through reason—

These cowards.

"Get out! Get out!"

"If you have the ability, go find my dad, dig three feet into the ground and find him, what's the point of making things difficult for us orphans and widows? You should really look at your own faces, I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen such disgusting people."

"We don't know where he is. I don't know, I don't know, how many times have we said it, we don't know anything, why don't you let us go?"

"I'm going to fight you!"

While cursing to divert attention, he grabbed his backpack and found the location of the brick.

Then, without hesitation, he took a step forward and waved his backpack, his eyes bloodshot, desperately smashing it at the black suit in the front.

Clang!

The brick accurately hit the man's jaw, and the man leaned back and fell over unexpectedly, which scared the other people.

Without hesitation, without hesitation, the brick smashed towards the two people who were controlling his mother, forcing them back, and turned to protect his mother behind him.

Immediately afterwards, without greed, facing the situation where there were many people, he aimed at the closest person and smashed the brick on him, and then regardless of the consequences, he smashed his fists, even if he couldn't fight so many people, at least he would pull one to his death.

Bang! Bang bang bang!

One punch, then another punch, he was completely red-eyed.

Even if the crowd surrounded him and beat him up in a blink of an eye, and the fists fell on him one after another, he refused to let go, gritted his teeth tightly, and caught the person who had just grabbed his mother's hair and ruthlessly beat him to death, trading his life for his life.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the surrounding people were completely frightened, looking at him with blood all over his body and a fierce look in his eyes, the breath of death permeated everywhere.

They finally couldn't control it anymore, and the cowards fled in all directions.

He was finally exhausted, and he no longer had the strength to punch, but he still widened his eyes and looked around, shouting in a hoarse voice, shouting desperately and angrily.

He's crazy, he's completely crazy.