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Chapter 1516 When the fake is true, the truth is also false

The story of the witch continues.

The picture inside that eyeball will give different results to different people.

Another boy saw his young self, sitting on the toilet and reading a newspaper. But the next moment, he suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and fell face first to the ground!

The boys were trembling with fear, so frightened that they almost shed tears.

"I saw how I died. I was old and fell to death."

"I was still young when I died."

The two brothers suddenly ran away.

Only Edward was still standing beside the old woman, smiling.

Edward helped the old woman back to the house. He could have left here now, but he couldn't control his curiosity.

But the next moment, Sandra hugged Josephine.

Edward continued: "I mean, on the one hand, if all you can think about is death, it will drive you crazy. But on the other hand, it helps you, doesn't it? Because you know you're somewhere else He won’t die under such circumstances.”

Entering the home, Sandra poured iced tea for Will and Josephine.

That's not a compliment, it's a fact.

Children play in the street.

Looking from the driveway, this is an old suburban house with three bedrooms. It is larger than the neighboring houses and is well designed.

Now that the movie has reached this point, many people find it more and more interesting. Although they still don’t quite understand what kind of story the movie is going to tell, it’s because of this that it makes people more and more curious, right?

It's reality again on the big screen.

Will extended his hand to shake his: "Dr. Bennett, nice to meet you. This is my wife, Josephine."

Will asked, "How long does he have?"

He approached her and whispered, "It's a boy."

Edward was curious: "I am thinking about death now and want to see how people die."

When Edward left, the door closed automatically.

Sandra seemed a little annoyed: "He is so angry that he won't eat and is very weak. Because he is weak, he doesn't want to eat even more."

Sandra asked the doctor: "Do you think his condition is not getting worse?"

He leaned forward and hugged her. Sandra held her son tightly.

This time, the camera didn't switch. It just allows the audience to see Edward staring at the glass eyeballs intently, watching how he will die, focused, confused and interested. Whatever he saw, it was never as tragic and terrible as the sights his companions saw, as if his future were strange.

Dr. Bennett: "Okay."

The old woman smiled slightly, showing her incomplete teeth.

Will glanced at the car next to him: "Is that Dr. Bennett's car?"

Sandra followed him.

The two separated, and Sandra pushed her son away and saw her daughter-in-law's big belly.

The adult Edward's voice sounded again: "From that moment on, I was no longer afraid of death. Therefore, my mental state was like that of a god."

Josephine smiled, surprised but not suspicious. Will looked over as if to ask: What did he say?

Josephine shook her head.

Josephine said: "Nice to meet you. You look beautiful."

The front door opened and Will and Josephine were standing on the porch, bags in hand. The camera turned back to Will's mother, Sandra, who looked surprised.

Dr. Bennett saw Will and said, "Will."

Edward insisted, "I want to know."

Josephine said with deep admiration: "You are really right, it has been exactly seven months to this day."

The old woman nodded. Edward was still a little overwhelmed, but he turned around and left.

Sandra: "I'm so happy to have you back."

The old woman turned to face him. Edward counted three silently in his mind, and then looked towards the glass eyes.

The elderly Dr. Bennett came in from the hall, still panting from having just come down the stairs.

Josephine smiled at her husband and went inside. Will turned back to the taxi to get his luggage.

Will looked at his mother and said hello with a smile: "Hi, Mom."

Sandra looked at her son and then at her daughter-in-law: "You shouldn't have come by plane."

Sandra nodded and looked upstairs: "He is upstairs with your father."

The two returned to the house, and Will couldn't help but ask, "How is he?"

He judged how many months she was pregnant: "About seven months."

Sandra stopped: "Don't talk about these things now, it's not time yet."

The old woman turned slightly towards him, but still did not face him head-on.

Edward: "Hey, is this how I leave?"

Dr. Bennett: "Yes. Still the same."

Everything was said in silence, this was obviously not the good news Sandra expected.

Will asked, "Can I see him?"

Dr. Bennett: "Of course. Talk to him."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward because everyone present knew that father and son had not spoken to each other for several years.

Sandra handed Will a can of nutritional drink.

Sandra: "Let him drink this. Although he refuses to drink it, tell him that he must drink it."

Will came out of the kitchen and slowly climbed the stairs, which creaked under his feet.

The wall beside the stairs is covered with family photos, and those happy times are frozen forever.

Most of the photos are of Will, documenting the years from his birth until his marriage. As he climbed the stairs, he looked at the photos that had witnessed the entire process of his growth.

At the end of the passage, sunlight streamed through a half-open door. Will walked toward the door, running a hand along the wallpaper.

Approaching the door, he paused, took a breath, and walked inside.

Edward lay on the bed and fell asleep. Even though he wasn't as animated as before, it wasn't as bad as he thought. There was no sling bottle next to the bed, no monitor, nothing.

Will walked to the bed and looked at his father, Edward, lying there sleeping.

Will called softly, "Dad?"

Edward opened one eye slightly, taking a moment to focus. He wanted to speak but couldn't.

He looked at the kettle on the bedside table. Will poured him a glass of water and handed it to his dry lips.

After drinking the water, Edward put down the water glass himself. There was a long pause, and the air seemed to freeze. Will wanted to speak to break the silence.

Edward broke the silence first: "You" He pointed at his son: "You must be surprised, right?"

Will: Really?

Edward: "Things are different when you have a baby. Changing diapers, putting the baby to bed, feeding in the middle of the night."

Will asked, "Have you ever done those things?"

Edward: "I haven't done it, but I heard it's very annoying. Then you have to spend years filling his head with all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts. But in the end he will still be very clever."

Will asked, "Do you think I'm qualified?"

Edward smiled: "The person who taught you is the best."

His voice is still full of energy and confidence!

Will didn't object. He remembered the can of nutritional drink and brought it over. Edward didn't want to drink it.

Will: "Just drink half of it. I'll tell mom you drink it all. It'll be better for everyone."

Edward's eyes rolled. Will opened the can and found a straw on the bedside table.

Edward: "You don't have to worry like this. My time has not yet come, and this is not how I leave."

Will: "Really?"

Edward: "Really, I saw it in the glass eye."

Will: "The old woman in the swamp?"

Edward nodded: "She is a witch."

Will shook his head: "She's not a witch. She's just old, maybe confused, and maybe schizophrenic."

Edward firmly believed: "I saw the way I died in those eyes. It was not like this."

Will: "So what?"

Edward: "The ending is unexpected, and I don't want to spoil it."

Edward sucked up as much of the drink as he could, then removed the can and swallowed with difficulty.

Edward continued: "There used to be a beggar who would ask me for money every morning when I came out of the cafe next to my office."

Will nodded: "Yes."

Edward: "I gave him a quarter every day, every day. Then I got sick and was away for two weeks. When I came back and met him, what do you think he said?"

Will: "What do you say?"

Edward: "He said you owed me three and a half dollars."

Will wondered: "Really?"

Edward: "It's true."

Will paused and asked, "When did you work in the office?"

Edward smiled: "There are still many things you don't know about me."

Will agreed: "Indeed."

"Your mother was worried that we would stop talking. Look now, don't we talk very well. We both know how to tell stories. I tell my story and you write yours, it's the same thing."

Will made no comment on Edward's evaluation.

Will said, "Dad, I wish we could talk about something while I'm still here."

Edward: "You mean, while I'm still here."

Will: "I just want to know the truth. Which ones are true and which ones are just stories you made up."

Edward smiled slightly and immediately started coughing. He had to drink water to relieve his cough. I don't know what stopped him from talking.

Edward: "Your mother never cleaned the pool. If you would clean it"

Will: "I'll clean it up."

Edward: "Do you know where the detergent is?"

Will: "When you went out, I did all this kind of work, remember? I did it a lot more."

Will hadn't meant to be so harsh. He picked up the remaining half can of drink, stood up and left. When you get to the door.

Edward said, "I don't want to stay home all the time, Will. It's too cramped. Now, I'm chained to the bed. Dying is the worst thing that's ever happened to me."

Edward was amused by his own joke.

Will's lips moved: "You won't die."

Edward was not so negative: "I said I didn't go this way. The final outcome is extraordinary, believe me."

He seems to be the same Edward who can always tell all kinds of fantastic and magical stories. He still seems to firmly believe that he is the hero in those stories, the heroic Edward.

Even if he is terminally ill, even if he is about to reach the end of his life.

Will closed the door and drank the rest of his drink. No wonder Edward didn't like it, it tasted awful.

As Will walked toward the stairs, he passed an open door and peered inside.

Eight-year-old Will was lying on the bed, his face covered with chicken pox and lotions. He showed Edward how many bumps had formed on his arms.

Little Will: "Dr. Bennett said I have to stay home for a week."

Edward didn't take it seriously and said, "It's not a big deal. I was in bed for three years."

Little Will asked: "Have you ever had chickenpox?"

Edward: "I still have something to think about."

In the church, little Edward, wearing a white shirt and bow tie, sang hymns with the church congregation. He sang at the top of his lungs, his voice was high and thin.

Suddenly his voice grew thicker, dropped half an octave, then half an octave lower again. His friends looked in his direction to see what was going on. Edward felt humiliated and continued singing, trying to keep up with the baritone part.

He pulled hard on the collar, then pulled again, his face turning red. Terrified, he loosened his tie and tried to unbutton it. Suddenly, the collar button was broken off, and two shirt buttons were also broken off. One of the buttons hit a fat woman squarely in the neck.

The camera focuses on Edward's shoes.

I saw Edward's trousers rising inch by inch. He was growing too fast.

Edward's voiceover sounded: "Actually, no one knew what was going on. Most people grow up gradually, and I found myself too anxious."

"Hahaha!"

This scene made many people laugh because it was really funny.

The movie continues with little Edward lying on the bed, his limbs attached to various pulleys and levers to support his weight. There were a dozen encyclopedias around him, and a dozen books scattered on the ground.

Edward's voiceover continued: "My muscles couldn't keep up with the growth rate of my bones, and the growth rate of my bones couldn't keep up with the growing ambition in my body. So, I spent three years in the narrow world of my bed. Over time, reading encyclopedias became my only way to explore. I kept reading the entries starting with "G", trying to find an explanation for "giantism". As a result, I found an article about common goldfish."

An illustrated article from an encyclopedia is inserted into the picture at an appropriate time.

Little Edward read: "Put a goldfish in a small bowl and it will always be that small. But if the goldfish's living space becomes larger, it will grow to double, triple or even quadruple its original size."

Little Edward thought about this.

Edward's voiceover said: "At that time, I thought that the reason why I grew up too quickly was probably because I had too much ambition. After all, a giant cannot have an ordinary life."

In fact, many viewers were a little surprised at this time, because at first, everyone subconsciously thought that the movie would tell a story about the growth of a son, but they did not expect that it would be a story about the father.

And it’s also a story about my father’s growth. The key is, it’s so fantastic and absurd!

(End of this chapter)