Chapter 408 Bond of Trust
——"When Proust reached the last moment of his life, he looked back on the past and examined all the painful times in the past. He felt that the painful days were the best days of his life. , because those days made him who he was, what about those happy years? They were all wasted, and he learned nothing."
He gently rubbed the page with his fingertips, paused for a moment, and turned it over again. When my eyes fell on those words, I couldn't help but read them again.
The syllables jumped lightly between the lips and teeth, and finally turned into a mixed bitter and sweet taste on the tip of the tongue, and the mood slowly settled.
After the completion of "Cat and Mouse Game", Anson also entered a short vacation, skateboarding, learning to surf, lying on a beach chair and reading thick tomes, in the lazy sunshine I fell asleep in a daze, and when I woke up, I continued reading from where I left off.
Time, like grains of sand, slips away through the fingers, wiping the skin carefully -
A little. a little. Extremely clear. However, in a dazed moment, he missed its speed, and by the time he realized it, it had already slipped away for the most part.
In the past few days, during breaks and pauses, the figure of the boy on the streets of New York flashed in my mind. The boy who aimed his gun at his father, the boy who shouted that he did not need redemption, the boy who was trapped in The boy, who was falling apart in despair, couldn't help but press the pause button on his thoughts.
But I don’t know what is happening to that boy now.
Did he escape successfully with his mother, but where could they escape to? Did they find a shelter and completely escape the shadow of domestic violence? Or, in the end, they go back in circles and fall into the reincarnation of hell over and over again until the end of darkness?
In fact, Anson knows that he is not the savior and he cannot save everyone.
As he said that day, he could not save the boy. The only one who could save the boy was himself.
If you are always waiting for God to hear your prayers, always waiting for a superhero to descend from the sky to solve your dilemma, then this will be an endless wait. What may be waiting quietly ahead is suffering and hardship. An endless cycle of torture.
However, he still thought of that boy from time to time.
“I don’t want to be a big shot, and I don’t need your rescue,” he said.
What he wants is very simple.
Ordinary life, ordinary daily life, just like all ordinary middle school students, they are worried about homework, excited about secret love, and quarreled because of friendship. The worst thing in the world is the surprise test in class. The happiest thing in the world is having no homework and playing games with friends all night long.
The ordinary and ordinary that people are tired of, despise and reject are actually an illusory dream that they can't get.
My fingertips moved slowly over the page again, chewing the words carefully.
Once, he hoped that someone in the endless night could tell him that if he persisted for a while, those things that could not kill him would make him stronger, until one day in the future, he would Looking back at the past with a smile tells everyone that the painful days are the best days in life.
Now, he also hopes to pass on these words and beliefs to that boy.
Perhaps, in those long dark nights, they thought again and again that they could not persevere, and wandered on the edge of giving up and collapse again and again; but... it will pass, everything will pass, they will eventually Will evolve into a more powerful existence and crush all darkness.
"...Anson?"
Until a call interrupted his thoughts, Anson suddenly looked up, and under the sun, he saw Edgar's worried face.
Anson gathered up his scattered thoughts, smiled at Edgar, and made a joke, "You are getting in and out more and more freely now. Who opened the door for you?"< br>
"Shh, James isn't here today. Chris helped open the door." Edgar also joked.
Then, Edgar sat down opposite Anson, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Anson, is everything okay?"
Anson raised his eyebrows slightly, "Huh?" Why, I'm fine, everything is fine."
Edgar hesitated, but finally sighed, "Are you worried about things in New York? Don't worry, everything has been arranged. "Anson:? ? ?
New York?
Is it a matter of road rage drivers? Anson didn't mention the boy thing to Edgar, so New York could only be that one thing.
But that incident was already two months ago, and the media and paparazzi have long forgotten it. Why does he need to worry about that incident?
Edgar looked at Anson and couldn't hold it back after all. "You were in trouble that day, right? It wasn't the driver, but before that."
"Although there was no surveillance Video, but I noticed the scratch on your hand.”
"I don't know what happened, but I trust you, you won't cause trouble easily; since you don't want to say it, you have your reasons."
"I just want to say, please don't worry, I have finished it There is no surveillance video and no witnesses. No matter what happens, even if the other party comes forward to accuse you, it will be your testimony against his testimony. We can still control public opinion, so you don’t need to worry.”
< br>Anson was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the back of his hand, which was already safe and sound, "So, how long have you known about it?"
"Since the first day." Edgar did not hide it anymore, " Anson, this is my job.”
Anson, “So, was this the original reason why you let the paparazzi release that photo?”
Edgar didn't deny it.
But this was already the answer, Anson laughed dumbly.
Edgar was slightly uneasy. He was not sure how Anson would react. To be precise, until now, he still doesn’t know what happened that day, "Anson..."
Anson The slight upward curve of the corners of his mouth slowly calmed down, and he looked at Edgar, "Captain, thank you."
Edgar was stunned.
"Thank you for your trust. You believed in me unconditionally without asking any questions. I know that it is your job to protect me. No matter what the truth is, you need to protect me; but believing in me is not the case. You did not even ask me, so you unconditionally Stand by me, thank you for being my partner.”
Managers and artists are in the same boat. No matter what happens, managers and publicists must protect artists, even if they confuse black and white; This does not mean that they need to trust the artist 100%. They can defend the artist while gnashing their teeth and hating their artist.
However, Edgar chose to believe him.
Anson understands that this is not easy, even difficult to achieve. After all, in the circle of Hollywood Vanity Fair, trust is the most valuable stupidity and naivety.
So, he needs to say thank you to Edgar.
Edgar blinked his eyes, hurriedly covering up his embarrassment, and cleared his throat, "I just... that's because... this is my job."
It's all because Anson trusts him, It's been like this since the first meeting.
Edgar took it for granted that he trusted Anson. After all, he had put all his career on Anson, but now Anson told him with practical actions that trust is worth thanking and cherishing. One serving temperature.
Before becoming even more embarrassed, Edgar changed the subject in a panic. "So, what exactly happened that day?"
(End of Chapter)