Chapter 1102 Facing Calmly
"Anson...you, you really don't remember?"
Lucas asked.
There are so many emotions written in that look, timidity and hesitation, fear and anxiety, vulnerability and sadness. It is difficult to distinguish accurately for a while, but you can clearly feel the intertwining of each emotion. Together, let him toss and turn in the fire of hell, never having peace.
Anson met Lucas' gaze calmly and nodded heavily.
"Hmm. I don't remember anything."
Lucas was stunned.
“I don’t have any impression of what you just described, as if I was listening to someone else’s story. To be honest, if it weren’t for your credibility, I might think you were talking nonsense, because I don’t have any in my mind The fragments can confirm that those things happened to me."
Anson let out a breath.
"Luka, if we want to blame this matter, we should blame the perpetrators. Everything is their fault. We should not bear the guilt and pain on their behalf."
"What's more, having said that, it was me who insisted on going in the first place, and I was the one who broke away and ran away. You shouldn't blame yourself."
"At that time, you were just a child."
Lucas stared at Anson blankly, motionless. It was not until tears wet his cheeks that he realized how embarrassed he was. He quickly raised his hand to wipe his cheeks randomly, took a deep breath, and looked up at the sky. .
"...You shouldn't comfort me about this matter."
Anson, "But mom and dad have never comforted you."
Lucas said nothing.
Although the Woods never blamed Lucas, Lucas could not forgive himself.
Lucas scratched the corner of his eye, "Sometimes, I wish they would blame me, but they don't. They just pretend that it never happened."
So, the wound became Leave it there like this -
pus. inflamed. But it never healed.
Not just Lucas, but the Woods as well. They try their best to maintain a harmonious and beautiful daily life. They dare not stop or examine the wounds, for fear that if they relax a little, their lives will fall apart.
So, they doted on Anson in an almost unreasonable way.
Anson is the key to maintaining the balance in front of us.
He is there, they are all there; but what if he is not there?
It’s hard to imagine what would happen to the Wood family now if Anson Wood really closed his eyes forever in that bathroom stall.
Thinking of this, Anson felt a little sad and a little jealous at the same time.
In his previous life, this was what he dreamed of. He was not afraid of losing all his wealth, nor was he afraid of falling to the bottom. Even in the endless darkness and despair, as long as their family protected each other, there would be nothing. hope.
However, he didn't.
My father disappeared and there was no news. He never saw his father again and didn't even know whether he was dead or alive.
He tried to convince himself that his father was thinking about them and to avoid hurting them, and he should have positive thoughts; but as time passed, he no longer had the time or energy to think about his father's affairs.
His mother tried to help and protected him wholeheartedly, but she really couldn't help. She just looked forward to his father coming over day and night.
Then...then everything will be fine like a miracle.
Close your eyes, and the memories of your past life come flooding in again like a tide.
But soon, Anson controlled himself.
He promised himself that he would no longer dwell on the past and firmly grasp the present.
He wanted to enjoy this opportunity.
“Luca.”
Lucas didn’t look up, but Anson didn’t give up either. He just waited stubbornly, letting the silence spread.
Until Lucas noticed something unusual, he looked up and saw Anson's smiling eyes.
"The matter is over."
Anson looked Lucas directly in the eye.
"You shouldn't continue to punish yourself." "Look, I don't remember anything. There is no memory in my mind. I have moved on, but you are still stuck in the past."
Maybe now is the time to let go.
Lucas still didn't respond. His mind was crowded with thoughts. For a while, his reaction speed couldn't keep up, and he was in a daze.
If Anson has completely forgotten it, completely forgetting the past and continuing to live, this is indeed a good thing. Those memories will be buried in the ashes of time.
But why can't Lucas be happy?
“No.”
Lucas finally found his thoughts and grasped the key points in the chaos.
“No, no, no, you are lying.”
"You just didn't think about it for the time being. In fact, those nightmares have been lurking deep in your subconscious, haven't you?"
"This is the reason for our conversation today. After all, you can't ignore those hints and those uneasiness." "
"If you really didn't have any memory, you wouldn't ask at all."
Lucas stared at Anson, his deep eyes glowing in the dark night. The light locked Anson firmly with a kind of uneasiness and tension, and no slightest bit of strangeness could escape his eyes.
The night did not cover up his eyes, but he could clearly feel the crisis that he was firmly locked in, and a powerful momentum rushed towards him.
Anson let out a gentle breath, and the upward curve of the corners of his mouth showed a little helplessness.
"Ah, Luca, you are too smart to be fooled."
Lucas choked and reprimanded in a low voice, "Anson!"
Anson waved his hand, "Looking at the fact that I work so hard at juggling and amusing myself, why don't you support me."
Lucas stared at Anson intently.
Anson surrendered and muttered, "You really have no sense of humor."
Before Lucas could protest, Anson immediately changed the subject.
“There is no memory, it’s true.”
“Nightmares lurk, it’s true.”
“I don’t know how to describe it accurately, even if you just After saying so much, I still don’t feel anything, it’s nothing like what I experienced myself, and my memory of those ten days is still blank.”
"It's just..."
"It's just that sometimes, I feel panic or uneasiness for no reason, as if there is an unknown fear chasing me in a dream."
"I You can ignore it because it won't affect my daily life."
"But, I don't want to."
Anson paused, thought about it seriously, and nodded gently.
"Well, I don't want to."
In his previous life, he had experienced everything he should have experienced and shouldn't have experienced. He had been struggling in the whirlpool of emotions and waves of suffering for too long.
This time, he didn’t want to be beaten passively, let alone surrender.
Now, he is living in his dream, with family and friends, career and wealth, and a lot of time. He refuses to continue to be immersed in the nightmare and cannot extricate himself. If he does not enjoy life, if If you don't grasp the time well, you will let yourself down for a second chance.
So, he would rather waste time sitting there in a daze than lose himself in the entanglement of nightmares and suffering.
Anson looked at Lucas, his expression still calm, but his eyes were different.
It is blue and deep, like an ocean, crystal clear and unfathomable. There is a touch of perseverance shining in the layers of light, which seems to be enough to ignite the darkness.
The night was endless, and Lucas seemed to see a wild beast dancing gracefully and passionately in the flames deep in Anson's pupils.
(End of this chapter)