Chapter 1400: Being in Lushan
Charles's words were unprecedentedly difficult. Although he had made psychological presets, the actual situation was even more difficult, and a ball of cotton was stuffed into his throat.
However, Charles knew that he could not give up, he could not pretend that things did not exist, he could not pretend that everything was OK.
He could not bear the pain of losing Anson again, even if he could not breathe just by just imagining it in his mind.
He...can't.
So, they have to face the storm head-on, no matter what happens, they will be with Anson and face it together. "Ansen, what's going on?" Charles looked at Ansen, staring at his young son intently, and although his heart was trembling slightly, he never looked away.
Anson blinked, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose gently, "Dad, you probably don't know a child like Jack, right?"
I let out a sigh of relief, and my thoughts fell into the memories of my previous life. .
"They are thin, they are small, they are just children who will not be seen."
"Even if they are beaten and covered in bruises, even if they are tortured and bleeding, even if they make a shout for help at the top of their lungs, there is no People will hear it. "
"Or it is, when others see it, they divert their sight and pretend not to see it." "
"Because they are worried about causing trouble, because they don't want to meddle in other people's business , because they think that such children deserve their sins, just like weeds, they disappear. Anyway, when the spring breeze blows, thousands of weeds grow again, and they don’t have the energy to save all the children.”
” So, these children disappeared like this. They clearly existed, but no one could see them."
"They were hiding carefully, not wanting to continue to be beaten, and not wanting to be an annoying existence, fearing that their existence itself might become a trouble for others."
"Yes, this is a hospital, but they always know My own secret passage."
Silently and gently, Ansen's voice was like a wisp of smoke, drifting in the air, and a breeze blew, it might dissipate at any time.
Charles' heart trembled slightly, "But, can you see him?"
Anson smiled.
The corners of his mouth gently raised, outlining a shallow curve, but the fragility and sadness behind the smile made Charles stunned.
"Jack, believe me."
"Maybe, I am the only person he can believe. If I didn't believe him, he wouldn't have to rely on."
"They... may disappear completely if they are not careful, as if they have never existed, and no one even notices their disappearance. The world continues to move forward and the earth continues to move, and their arrival leaves no traces."
In that blooming smile, Ansen's eyes were slightly red, and a trace of sadness appeared deep in his pupils.
Charles tried to speak, only to find the sound stuck in his throat, a terrible and cruel reality grabbed his heart and could barely breathe.
"Anson..." Charles had to take a deep breath again and barely control himself, "Are you the same then?"
"When you escaped from the basement where you were imprisoned, The same is true? People pretend to be unable to see or hear, divert their sight and let you ask for help alone, but they are caught and dragged back again? "
The air calmed down in an instant.
In front of the ward door, Lucas's breathing was cut off, and he couldn't help but clench his fists. His eyes, which were usually calm and steady, were filled with panic and fear.
The muscles of the whole body were extremely tight and completely lost their ability to react. The heart was dragged and pulled in a panic, falling into the abyss bit by bit.
In the ward, there was no sound, everything was quiet, and it seemed that the breath was cut off after a sudden turn. However, this dead silence pinched Lucas' throat tightly, and he couldn't even react, and he was still stiff in place.
Charles' heart was almost torn apart.
An Sen in front of him was slightly different from his imagination. He had no sorrow, no pain, and no struggle. He was just a little confused and fell into confusion.
But it was precisely this expression that defeated all Charles' defenses.
Once upon a time, Charles always believed that forgetting was a good thing, which meant that Anson would never need to recall those dark years. They could bury all the pain, continue to move forward and continue to live. As for that experience The weight is borne by them, the adults.
Until now.
Charles realized that he was wrong, he was outrageously wrong.
Forgeting does not mean disappearance; at the same time, avoiding means giving up positive healing, and pretending that the wound does not exist means never being treated.
His Anson has been trapped in that damp, rotten and dark basement, but they are like those cold strangers, pretending not to see, pretending not to hear, pretending nothing happened, letting Anson be alone in the endless darkness Struggling in.
It was just a thought, but it made Charles fall into a deep quagmire of despair.
"Ansen..."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Charles called softly, but Anson was immersed in his thoughts and did not respond. Charles had to call again.
"Ansen?"
This time, Ansen finally raised his head.
However, the confusion in the eyes still cannot be dissipated. What is dream, what is reality, what is the past life and what is memory, everything is all confused and entangled, it is difficult to distinguish. The past life is him, and this life is him. Now this is him, and different scenes are completely intertwined.
Charles asked carefully, "So, Jack, is it you?"
Anson was stunned, raised his eyes and looked at Charles, unexpectedly, laughing out loud, "This is a Bold ideas.”
"Haha, to be honest, have you done your homework? Watched the director's previous work?" Charles was puzzled.
Anson looked carefully, then realized that Charles' expression did not look like a lie, and had to explain, "James Mangod, our director, his previous work 'Fatal ID', It tells the story of a serial killer. He has ten different personalities in his mind. Each personality is an independent individual. The one who really commits a crime is an evil personality. That evil personality tries to eliminate all other personalities and survive..."
"Anyway, it's a very interesting work."
"Although you haven't seen it, obviously, you are using your imagination and the director should be very grateful to prove his thoughts. Not whimsical.”
It can be seen that Anson did not take it seriously at all, and truly regarded Charles' inference just now as a joke-
The authorities were confused, and the bystanders were clear.
To this day, An Sen is still in Mount Lu, without any doubts.
The point is that this matter is indeed ridiculous. After hearing Lucas' inference, Charles and the others' first reaction was that they did not believe it; even now, they are still half-believing and half-doubted, and it is difficult to believe that such a dramatic thing is actually in life. Really exists.
If even those who are bystanders, let alone the parties involved?
Charles was a little hesitant. Should he continue to expose it?
But he had already said it directly, Ansen still didn't believe it. What else could he do? Keep sticking with it? Will that evolve into a stimulus?
(This chapter ends)