Chapter 1399 Resisting the reality
"Hey, mom..."
In the silence, the hoarse shout broke the silence. Nora woke up suddenly, turned her head and looked over, and saw Anson's eyes. The smile immediately climbed up to the corner of his mouth. "How do you feel when you wake up? How are you doing? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
After a series of questions, Nora looked at Anson up and down, fearing that she would miss any details and corners. It seems to be looking at the puzzle that may fall apart at any time.
The fragility in the eyes cannot be concealed.
Fallen into Ansen's eyes, he grinned, "Mom, I'm not a porcelain doll, I'll break it with a touch of light. There is no need to pay attention to me with a first-level alert look."
< br>Even at this time, Anson was still joking, proving that he was in good condition.
However, Nora couldn't laugh, and the worry was pressing heavily on her chest, "So, how do you feel now? Are you anything you want to eat?"
"Nora brand chicken soup . Mom, I want to drink the chicken soup you cooked. The special flavor that is inadvertently burned because of other things, is your signature."
This time, Anson's joke finally made Nora's lips rise gently.
An Sen's expression also stretched out and he let out a long sigh, "Mom, I'm not a big deal. Don't look at me with that expression. Small things have become big things." br>
Nora looked at An Sen who was indifferent to him, but she couldn't help but tugged at the smile on her lips, "You still have a little conscience, at least you know that this is a trivial matter, and she didn't say that we made things happen out of nothing."< br>
Ansen: Ahem.
Looking at Anson's silently shifting away, Nora's anger broke through her reason.
"Anson Wood, do you still have the heart to joke with me here?"
"In half a year, you have been hospitalized for the second time. The interval between them is less than six months, and you almost paralyzed once. , once... almost..."
Speaking, emergency brakes, Nora didn't know that she should describe the situation in front of her. If she rashly exposes the situation, will it further hurt Anson?
She doesn't understand and dare not think about it.
"Ansen, do you really want to continue to make your mother worry about you like this?"
As soon as she said it, Nora regretted it. Now Ansen is lying on the hospital bed facing the pain, but she selfishly tried to trap Ansen in the name of her mother and tried to make Ansen feel guilty. This was not her original intention, but her words Still rushing around uncontrollably, which made Nora a little sad.
Nora spoke up to apologize, but this time, Anson took the lead.
"Only in this way can you continue to enjoy the fun of being a mother."
Nora:...
Looking at Anson's well-behaved expression on his face Nora almost changed her breath, but in the end, Nora laughed silently and looked at Anson helplessly. She was always unable to get angry with him. Over the years, this seemed to have become a habit.
She knew that she shouldn't spoil her young son, but she had no choice but to feel that way.
"You, you, that mouth is not forgiving." Nora shook her head gently, "Be careful to continue like this. You have no friends in Hollywood."
Anson looked like he suddenly realized, " Ah, it turns out that the reason is here, and now I finally found it. Thank you for solving the problem."
Looking at Anson like this, Nora's tongue showed a trace of bitterness without warning, and her smile paused on the corner of her mouth, a sense of difficulty The sadness and pain described are gently pulled, sour and dull, which makes Nora stagger her face in a mess and try to hide her emotions.
Ansen noticed, "Mom..."
However, the words were not able to continue, because Anson didn't know where to start and how to express them.
The dialogue, a brief blank appeared. Charles pushed the door and looked at Anson and looked at Nora, "What's wrong?"
Nora took a deep breath and quickly calmed down her emotions, "No , it's okay."
Nora patted Anson's arm, "I'll make chicken soup now, you wait."
After saying that, Nora hurriedly took off and fled in panic. , until outside the ward, the body leaned against the wall, and then let his fragility be exposed. A deep sense of powerlessness pulled the body down and almost couldn't stand steadily. "Mom?"
With a call, Nora looked up and saw Lucas.
Lucas, who had not fallen asleep for the whole night, looked deeper and deeper, like a drop of thick ink that could not melt even if it fell into clear water.
On Lucas's shoulder, he had carried too much guilt and stress.
Nora quickly stood up and smiled, "Ansen wants to drink the chicken soup I made. I will ask if the hotel kitchen can borrow it for me; I hope the hotel chef will see my dishes. Way, don't collapse on the spot."
Patting Lucas on the shoulder, Nora did not stop.
In the end, Lucas was the only one left, standing quietly at the door of the ward, with shadows covering his face, making it difficult to see his eyes clearly.
Raising his head, Lucas saw Charles taking deep breaths in the ward, plucking up courage.
"Anson..." He called out softly, Charles hesitated a little, but did not pause, "Do you still remember what happened last night?"
Anson's expression was slightly stunned-
Nightmare. Car accident. Jack.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Reality and falsehood, real and real intertwined, what things really happened, what things are just your dreams, and what things are reproduced in the memory.
He is not sure.
Charles noticed the hesitation and struggle on Anson's cheek, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and the pain flashed inadvertently pressed heavily on Charles' chest.
Charles asked softly again, "Anson, where is Jack? Where is Jack now?"
Anson came to his senses, "Huh?"
Charles, "Jack Forrest, you Did you see Jack yesterday? "
Anson blinked, so, wasn't the car accident last night's dream?
Slowly raised his head, Anson looked out of the ward window, and Jack was there.
In the overpass of the corridor opposite the ward, Jack was constantly waving his hands, trying to attract Anson's attention. At this time, the eyes of the two finally touched each other. The smile on Jack's face completely bloomed without reservation, and the joy from the heart, Blooming proudly under the sun.
Jack put his hands on his mouth, making a trumpet shape, but silently asked with his mouth shape, "Are you okay?"
Anson was about to respond, but suddenly realized that a One thing.
If Jack appears here safely, then last night's car accident should be a dream, right?
Otherwise, how do you explain everything?
So, was everything that happened last night a dream? One dream is superimposed on one dream, and then wakes up from one dream and enters another dream; what's going on now? How did he come to the hospital? From the hotel room to the hospital ward, he has no memory.
Anson did not speak, but Charles noticed Anson's movements and looked over Anson's sight-
Over the window, the overpass of the corridor, where there was no one.
But, Ansen's eyes seemed to be talking to the air.
Charles' heart trembled slightly, "Anson, is Jack here?"
Anson was very surprised, retracted his gaze and stared at Charles with wide eyes.
Charles, "Anson, this is a hospital, this floor is a VIP room, and no license, ordinary people cannot come in easily. But why did Jack appear here?"
"It's like Like the last time at Mount Sinai Hospital, how did Jack appear in the ward secretly? "
"Anson, what's going on?"
(The end of this chapter)
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