From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Charles's words were more difficult than ever before. Although he had prepared himself mentally, the actual situation was even more challenging, his throat clogged with cotton.

However, Charles knew he couldn't give up, he couldn't pretend things didn't exist, he couldn't pretend everything was fine.

He couldn't bear the pain of losing Anson again, not even just imagining it in his mind, he couldn't breathe.

He... couldn't.

So, they had to face the storm head-on, and no matter what happened, they would be by Anson's side, facing it together.

"Anson, what's going on?"

Charles stared at Anson, fixedly watching his youngest son, even though his heart was trembling slightly, he never looked away.

Anson blinked, the smile on his lips gently rising, "Dad, you probably don't understand kids like Jack, do you?"

He exhaled softly, his thoughts falling into the memories of his previous life.

"They are thin, they are small, they are the children who will not be seen."

"Even if they are beaten black and blue, even if they are tortured until their heads are broken and bleeding, even if they shout for help at the top of their lungs, no one will hear."

"Or rather, others see it, but they look away, pretending not to see."

"Because they are afraid of getting into trouble, because they don't want to meddle in other people's business, because they think such children deserve it, like weeds, disappearing is just disappearing, anyway, when the spring breeze blows, thousands upon thousands of weeds will grow again, they don't have the energy to save all the children."

"So, these children disappear just like that, even though they exist, no one can see them."

"They hide carefully, not wanting to continue being beaten, and even more unwilling to be an eyesore, fearing that their very existence might become a burden to others."

"Yes, this is a hospital, but they always know their secret passages."

Quietly, softly, Anson's voice was like a wisp of smoke, drifting in the air, a breeze blowing, and it might dissipate at any moment.

Charles's heart trembled slightly, "But, you can see him?"

Anson smiled.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, outlining a shallow arc, but the fragility and sadness behind that smile made Charles stunned.

"Jack, trust me."

"Maybe, I'm the only person he can trust. If I don't trust him either, he has no support."

"They... might disappear completely if you're not careful, as if they never existed, and no one even notices their disappearance, the world continues to move forward, the earth continues to revolve, their arrival leaves no trace."

In that blooming smile, Anson's eyes were slightly red, and a touch of sadness flowed from the depths of his pupils.

Charles tried to speak, but found his voice stuck in his throat, a terrible and cruel reality grabbing his heart, almost unable to breathe.

The air, in an instant, became quiet.

At the door of the ward, Lucas's breath was cut off, and he couldn't help but clench his fists, his usually calm and steady eyes filled with panic and fear.

The muscles all over his body were tense to the extreme, completely losing the ability to react, his heart being dragged and pulled by the panic, bit by bit, falling into the abyss.

In the ward, there was no sound, everything was silent, not a sound could be heard, it seemed that suddenly, even breathing was cut off.

However, this dead silence tightly strangled Lucas's throat, he couldn't even react, stiffly frozen in place.

Charles's heart almost tore open.

The Anson in front of him was slightly different from what he had imagined, there was no sadness, no pain, and no struggle, only a little confusion, immersed in dazed contemplation.

But it was precisely this expression that shattered all of Charles's defenses.

Once, Charles always believed that forgetting was a good thing, which meant that Anson would never need to recall that dark period, they could bury all those pains and continue to move forward, continue to live, as for the weight of that experience, it would be borne by them, the adults.

Until now.

Charles realized that he was wrong, terribly wrong.

Forgetting does not mean disappearing; at the same time, avoidance means giving up on positive healing, pretending that the wound does not exist also means that it has never been treated.

His Anson has always been trapped in that damp, rotten, dark basement, and they, like those indifferent strangers, pretended not to see, pretended not to hear, pretended that nothing had happened, letting Anson struggle alone in the endless darkness.

Just a thought, but it plunged Charles into a deep swamp of despair.

"Anson..."

Charles called out softly, but Anson was immersed in his own thoughts and did not respond, Charles had to call out again.

"Anson?"

This time, Anson finally looked up.

However, the confusion in his eyes still could not dissipate, what was a dream, what was reality, what was a previous life, what was a memory, everything, everything was mixed and entangled together, difficult to distinguish, the previous life was him, this life was him, and the current one was also him, different scenes completely intertwined.

Charles asked carefully, "So, Jack, is that you?"

Anson was stunned, raised his eyes to look at Charles, and unexpectedly, laughed directly, "That's a bold idea."

"Haha, honestly, did you guys do your homework? Did you watch the director's previous work?"

Charles didn't understand.

Anson looked him up and down, and then realized that Charles's expression didn't look like he was lying, so he had to explain, "James Mangold, our director, his previous work 'Identity', tells the story of a serial killer who has ten different personalities in his mind, each personality is an independent individual, the real crime is committed by the evil personality, that evil personality tries to eliminate all other personalities to survive..."

"In short, it's a very interesting work."

"Although you haven't seen it, but obviously, you are fully using your imagination, the director should be very grateful, proving that his ideas are not whimsical."

Light, joyful, it can be seen that Anson didn't take it to heart at all, really treating Charles's previous deduction as a joke -

Those involved are confused, bystanders see clearly.

So far, Anson is still in Mount Lu, unable to see the true face of Mount Lu, and doesn't even have any doubts.

The point is, this matter is indeed absurd, Charles and the others, after hearing Lucas's deduction, their first reaction was also disbelief; even now, they are still dubious, finding it hard to believe that such a dramatic thing actually exists in life.

If even they, these bystanders, are like this, let alone the person involved?

Charles hesitated, should he continue to expose it?

But he had already said it directly, and Anson still didn't believe it, what else could he do? Continue to insist? Would that turn into a kind of stimulation?