Chapter 386: Escape
Pa, bang, bang, bang.
The audience burst into applause. It was clearly just an ordinary afternoon for the film crew, but the joy of creation and the surge of inspiration could be felt in the narrow apartment space.
However, Anson felt suffocated.
Like drowning, sinking slowly and truly, but forgetting to resist, until the dark blue lake water surrounds itself with biting coldness, the coquettish blue is evolving into inky black, and the colors of the entire world slowly fade away, The survival instinct finally awakened and struggled to break out of the ground.
run.
"Run, Junior, run."
I couldn't help but be stunned.
“Run, Anson, run!”
Before the brain could react, the body had already taken the lead.
Amidst the applause and turbulence, he fled and rushed out at once.
The applause was still raging, and the crew did not react at all. They thought Anson was going to the bathroom to hug Steven or something like that. One by two, they watched Anson's figure rush out of the apartment door, their eyes again He couldn't catch it and watched Anson disappear completely.
Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap.
Clapping their hands and exchanging glances, they had no idea what was going on.
Onsite:? ? ?
Wait, what's going on? Can anyone explain what is going on?
Huh?
Very, very unexpectedly, it was Steven who reacted first, and a thought flashed through his mind:
It was too deep into the drama.
Steven didn’t know what Anson had experienced, but at this moment, he, Anson, and Little Frank, their spiritual worlds broke through the constraints of time and space to complete the resonance, and they saw this in each other.
In the script, the next scene is of little Frank escaping.
Originally, Steven was still worried whether this scene was too dramatic and might seem artificial. Real life is often not so tense.
But obviously, he thought too much.
Little Frank just wants to escape, far away from here. He doesn’t want to choose, father or mother? He doesn't want to face reality either. Escape is an exit and a pause. It's the only thing he can do.
Involuntarily, Steven also felt tired, deep tired.
He also wanted to escape, not on a physical level, but on a spiritual level, to escape from those memories, those memories that had been submerged in time and could no longer hurt him. He no longer wanted to be bound by them.
However, Steven still controlled himself and immediately raised his voice and said, "Catch up. Don't let the actor get lost. What are you doing standing still? Chase after him!"
Finally! , the crew reacted and realized that something had happened.
As they looked at each other, no one knew what to do. As soon as their eyes darkened, they rushed out in confusion, with questions in their minds scattered all over the floor.
……
run.
This was the only thought in Anson's mind. He had no direction or purpose. He just wanted to escape from there. He just needed fresh air. This was the only way to extinguish the fire in his chest.
Running all the way, running forgetfully, just like Forrest Gump.
In New York in February, it was still freezing and snowy. The cold wind mixed with the biting and biting humidity blew against my face, like a knife blade passing through my cheeks. The thin edge followed the pores and sank into the blood vessels, meeting the boiling hot blood. It turned into steaming mist and emerged again. I could no longer control or need to control my whole body. I ran faster and faster without any thoughts. When running, he can leave all those worries behind him, and he can completely clear his mind and no longer need to think about those bad messes. He can just feel the continuous burst of power pushing his body to sprint through the wind and waves. This is his only thought.
Everything becomes easier.
Now, Anson finally understands how A-Gump feels -
Nothing, just running.
Whether he is Little Frank or he is Anson, it is no longer important now, because they are both running and escaping, leaving far away until those "facts" can no longer hurt themselves. until.
Everything is like childhood.
In the innocent days, happiness and joy were so simple. You didn’t even need toys or games. You just need to open your legs and run. As you run, you can feel adrenaline and dopamine. It is also an instinct. A kind of inertia, releasing nature and embracing freedom.
But I don’t know since when, that kind of simple happiness can no longer be found.
They began to search for money, honor, love, power and achievements. They pursued hard, but found that not only could they not go back to the past, but they were getting further and further away from the past. The black hole in their hearts He is greedily and cruelly devouring all happiness, even though he has everything, he still cannot fill the hole.
Then, run again.
No purpose, no task, no end, just running, not chasing anything, not even happiness, just running, let everything return to simplicity, return to childhood, until a certain moment Not wanting to run anymore, I just stopped.
If - just assuming, he can run all the way, chase time, and go back to his previous life before he was eighteen years old, can he change everything, firmly grasp the throat of fate before tragedy occurs, and save the happiness of his family? ,May I?
“Run!”
A heart-piercing cry exploded above the eardrums, sad and desperate, painful and ferocious.
Looking at the sound, Anson's heart sank suddenly——
It was a woman with disheveled hair and blood-stained face, hugging the hand of a thick-waisted, round-armed man. His thighs dragged the strong man with all his strength, screaming in despair.
The strong man's cheeks were red and his eyes were confused. He could smell the smell of alcohol coming from a long distance away. He was holding a folded belt in his hand, and his saliva flowed sloppily onto his chubby beer belly, dragging the woman forward. , roaring at a figure in front of him.
"Bastard, I'm going to kill you. Damn!"
In front, a short and thin figure was running wildly. He was barefoot, and his feet were full of wounds and dripping with blood. Covered in blood, he stumbled and trembled as he ran away, but in the end he was reluctant to let go. Finally he stopped, turned around, and saw the scene in Anson's field of vision.
"Mom!" The fifteen or sixteen year old boy shouted heartbreakingly.
The woman hugged the strong man's right leg tightly, "Run, Jack, run! Run! He doesn't dare to do anything to me. Run, run as far as you can, and don't come back. Jack, don't come back."
The young man took two steps back, but still couldn't convince himself and stopped again.
Anson quickly looked around. There were no pedestrians or neighbors looking around. Occasionally, there were vehicles passing by, but no one seemed to notice the scene here.
In other words, no one is willing to stop even if they pay attention.
Anson quickly groped in his pocket, but couldn't find his cell phone. Only then did he remember that he didn't have his cell phone with him at all. After all, the movie was set thirty years ago, and the telegraph had not yet been introduced to the historical stage - —
What to do?
Then, the strong man roared ferociously, "If you dare to run away, I will beat her to death."
Before the boy could react, the strong man grabbed the woman's hair and raised his big hand like a cattail leaf fan. When he got up, he slapped the woman hard, and the woman almost fainted; but this was not the end, and then the strong man began to kick the woman in the stomach, as if he was kicking a sack.
"Run, Jack...run." The woman shouted intermittently.
(End of this chapter)