How to Feed an Abyss!

After Lu Tinghan said that, Shi Yuan thought, he is really not good at acting, at least not suitable for villains.

But the troupe hired him, and he still understood the principle of "doing things with money", so he continued to study the script and think about how to become more vicious.

When the time came to 12 o'clock, the script was over half, but Shi Yuan couldn't hold on, and fell asleep on the script.

Lu Tinghan accidentally raised his eyes and saw the boy with black hair and short devil horns. There are a few black scales at the end of Shi Yuan's right eye, and his skin is delicate ivory white. The contrast is so strong, the black is deep, and the white is even more astonishing.

That sense of familiarity came back to me. It's like a reunion with an old friend—except that his "old friend" is a bit weird and stupid, who snores when he is happy, and knots his tail when he is afraid.

Such a person, no matter in terms of appearance or personality, once met, he will never forget. But Lu Tinghan had no impression of Shi Yuan at all. When he first saw him, instinctive suspicion and nostalgic emotions were intertwined, and it hasn't faded until now.

where have i met you he thinks.

The pen in his hand paused for a moment, then continued writing.

When Shi Yuan was finally called out by Lu Tinghan, it was almost 1 o'clock.

He fell asleep in a daze, with a pressed red mark on his forehead, and followed Lu Tinghan out of the study.

Lu Tinghan said, "Good night."

Shi Yuan rubbed his forehead and said, "Good night."

He was still wearing a cypress costume, walked a few steps, didn't hear Lu Tinghan's footsteps, turned around and saw the man still stopped at the door—he was standing against the light, his face was shrouded in shadow, but his eyes fell on Shi Yuan.

Shi Yuan asked him: "What's wrong?"

Lu Tinghan shouted: "Shi Yuan."

Shi Yuan waited for a long time without waiting for the second half of the sentence, so he swayed up and hugged Lu Tinghan: "Good night, if you are afraid of the dark and monsters, you can hug me."

The light lengthened their shadows. Shi Yuan's costume is exaggerated, and the shadow is even more so. It falls on the stairs and blends with Lu Tinghan's shadow. One is a monster with teeth and claws, and the other is a tall and straight human being, but at this time they blend with each other and are inseparable.

Lu Tinghan was silent for a while: "What about you? Shi Yuan, are you afraid of monsters?"

"Not afraid." Shi Yuan said.

Lu Tinghan smiled, patted his head, gently pushed Shi Yuan away, and went back to his room.

When Shi Yuan woke up the next day, Lu Tinghan had gone out again.

After breakfast, he squeezed into the bus with his cypress costume in his arms and went to the Garcia Theater.

Qin Luoluo asked him to go to Room 201. After Shi Yuan entered, there were books and draft papers piled up in the room. The pale man was sitting behind the desk, writing vigorously and muttering words.

Shi Yuan carefully asked: "Hi sir, I'm acting..."

"I remember you." The man interrupted him, "Of course I remember you, you sat by and waited for me."

There was no place to sit next to it, it was full of papers and sundries, Shi Yuan finally found an open space to sit down, and after waiting for a long time, the man suddenly cursed and threw the pen out of his hand.

The black pen exploded and splashed on the wall. He messed up his hair, took a deep breath and looked at Shi Yuan: "Sorry, I'm changing the script, and I'm not in a good mood."

"It's okay." Shi Yuan said.

"My name is Cheng Youwen." The man said, "I wrote the script in your hand." He rubbed his face, "Come with me."

He struggled to get up, picked up the crutch beside the table, and limped towards the door. It was only then that Shi Yuan noticed that Cheng Youwen's left leg had no instep or toes, his calf was as thin as a branch, covered with white hair, and the end was a hard sheep's hoof, which was extremely weird.

He was infected.

Unlike Mutants, the sequelae of infection ruined his health and ability to walk.

Cheng Youwen walked to the next room with difficulty. As the room was filled with props from the show, he gasped, "Let me hear your lines again."

Shi Yuan read it again.

Cheng Youwen's eyebrows twitched vigorously, and he asked, "Do you know who will play Leo?"

"Leo" is the hero of this play.

Shi Yuan shook his head.

Cheng Youwen: "It's Wolfgang—that's our team leader. You can see his muscles. You need a powerful monster to match him. You're not good at all. Leo can hit ten of you with one punch." Dryad."

Shi Yuan said, "But Mr. Wolfgang can really hit ten of me with one punch."

"Momentum! Temperament! This is what I'm talking about!" Cheng Youwen hated iron and steel, "You can't lose your momentum and temperament to him. In order to maintain youth and beauty, the tree demon feeds on human blood. You You have to act out that feeling of softness on the outside, madness and viciousness on the inside!" He pointed at his face, "Shi Yuan, you imagine that I am your father-killing enemy, and you want to tear me into pieces. At this time, you want to How to say?"

Shi Yuan said, "I don't have a father."

Cheng Youwen: "What about your mother?"

Shi Yuan said, "I don't have a mother either." He added, "I don't have anyone I hate."

Cheng Youwen scratched his hair frantically again: "Then you have always seen the way other people meet their enemies, right? Just imagine how I would react if I met the enemy who killed my mother? What tone would I use? I Definitely eat him alive!"

Shi Yuan said, "You are so pitiful, what happened to your mother?"

"This is an example!" Cheng Youwen was about to scratch his hair into a bird's nest, "My mother left me and ran away when I was one year old, and I don't know where she is now. I don't have time to care about her life. Let's just assume, just How about a hypothetical? Shiyuan, if my mother is gone, what would you say?!"

Shi Yuan said, "Mr. Cheng, your mother is dead."

Cheng Youwen:?

Cheng Youwen:? ? ?

He said: "...Shi Yuan, your quality is too low."

Shi Yuan:?

His tail curled into a question mark in confusion.

Cheng Youwen took a few deep breaths before calming down: "You are hopeless. Me, you, me...you let me calm down."

"I'm sorry." Shi Yuan said, "Maybe I really don't have any talent."

"No, it's not your problem." Cheng Youwen rubbed his browbones, "Oh no, maybe you have some problems, anyway, you don't fit this character. In terms of setting, the dryad has a good skin, I was looking at your face She is good-looking so I let you try it. Alas, Qin Luoluo is really..." He patted Shi Yuan on the shoulder, "I have a quick temper, don't take it to heart, you don't need to apologize to me."

Shi Yuan asked, "Then what else should I do?"

Cheng Youwen thought for a while: "You go to the backstage to find Tracy." He turned his head and coughed a few times, "I'll go back and change the script, calm down, and try your best when you have time. You want to participate in the show for three years Best script."

Leaning on crutches, he staggered out and turned around before leaving the door: "Shiyuan, you are also miserable, do you have...do you have adoptive parents?"

Shi Yuan: "No." He wanted to tell Cheng Youwen that he literally "had no parents", but he didn't know how to explain it.

Cheng Youwen sighed heavily and went back to the room.

Shi Yuan went backstage to find Tracy. Tracy was squatting among the clutter and counting the clothes. After finishing each item, she put them on the clothes rack, her white tail flicked on the ground.

Shi Yuan asked: "Hello, Mr. Cheng asked me to come and find you."

Tracy raised her cat ears and turned her head: "You are here! I heard from Luoluo that you passed the audition!"

"Well, I signed the contract yesterday." Shi Yuan said, looking at the clothes on the ground, "Do you want me to help you?"

"it is good!"

He helped Tracy pack her costumes and props.

Tracy said: "There was a show last night and I hadn't had time to clean it up yet, that's why it was so messy."

"Do you work here?" Shi Yuan asked.

"Not really." Tracy folded the two sleeves and stuffed them into a small box. "I used to be in the orphanage. Wolfgang took me, and I've been staying here. I want to go to the orphanage." I go to school, but I am not in good health and the tuition fees are very expensive. I have been helping to pack things in the background for the past few years. What about you? Have you ever been to school?"

Shi Yuan: "No, I came from far away."

"Really," Tracy's eyes widened, "there are monsters outside, it's so dangerous, only people like Land General dare to go out."

Shi Yuan asked: "You also know Lu Tinghan?"

Tracy giggled as if hearing something funny: "Shi Yuan, you are so humorous, who wouldn't know that?"

Things in the backstage were a mess, and no one else came to help. Shi Yuan and Tracy didn't finish packing until noon.

Shi Yuan ate at the small shop next to the theater. It is said to be a "small shop", but it is actually a simple food distribution place. Big buckets of food are placed outside, and someone collects the money at the front.

Shi Yuan stood there blankly for a while, realizing that he had no money. His first salary has not yet arrived, and these two days have been prepared by broken copper and rotten iron for him - it must be Lu Tinghan's instruction.

He tentatively sent a text message to Lu Tinghan: [Can I borrow 15 yuan for lunch? I will return it to you]

He didn't expect Lu Tinghan to reply. The message he sent last night [When are you coming back? ], Lu Tinghan hasn't replied yet.

Shi Yuan waited for five minutes and was about to go back to the theater when his cell phone rang.

Lu Tinghan still didn't reply to him, but his account had 200 Union Coins added.

Shi Yuan bought a "basic set meal" for 15 yuan, and ate white rice, fried lettuce and tomato soup. After he finished eating and went back, he waited in the lounge until two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time to work again.

Qin Luoluo, who had been absent all morning, finally appeared in a hurry.

She was wearing a long red dress and put on makeup, which made her already charming facial features even more charming. When she saw Shi Yuan, her eyes lit up, and she smiled like a fox again: "Oh, you're here—come here—come here—"

She brought Shi Yuan to the room near the door. Leaning against the door was a young boy with yellow hair, chewing gum, and looked at Shi Yuan a few times: "Is he the new one?"

"Yes." Qin Luoluo pulled Shi Yuan past, "Let me introduce you, his name is Xia Fang, he is a resident actor of the troupe, and he is usually in charge of publicity. You can follow him this afternoon." She blinked, "Xiao Xia , lead people well, and take care of Shi Yuan."

She smiled and walked away.

Xia Fang raised his chin towards the room, and said, "There are four volumes of posters inside, and I've tied them up, Shi Yuan, take them out."

Shi Yuan picked up the bundle of heavy posters, and followed Xia Fang, who carried the bucket of glue, to the gate of the theater.

The posters of the aphrodisiac oil and the vegetable restaurant are still hanging there, colorful and colorful, abruptly lowering the grand theater's compulsion by countless notches.

Xia Fang said: "Remove all the advertisements of the vegetarian restaurant."

Shi Yuan asked, "Why didn't you remove the oil?"

"Because the oil has been renewed," Xia Fang has already started tearing up the advertisement. "Of course the ones that have not been renewed will be removed. We are not engaged in charity. If you have no money, you will get out."

They tore up the advertisement together. After the poster was torn off, there were still many fragments stuck to the wall. They could only be removed slowly with a rag and a small spatula.

Xia Fang complained while cleaning: "How many times have I told you to buy a second-hand cleaning robot, but they just don't listen."

"Why not buy it?" Shi Yuan concentrated on dealing with a white shard.

"Poor." Xia Fang spread her hands, "You see so many advertisements hanging on the door, can't you see it? A good theater has turned into a third-rate place, all for money."

Shi Yuan said, "I thought there were a lot of audiences here."

The performance hall was huge and gorgeous, with hundreds of seats under the stage, even he could see the excitement.

"How can anyone with a normal mind come to watch a stage play now?" Xia Fang also picked up the small flat shovel and scraped off the sundries irritably, "It's not easy to live, and you might be eaten by monsters tomorrow. Besides Oh, the stage play is so old-fashioned, and when you have time, everyone stays at home and watches TV on their mobile phones. Yesterday’s performance was not bad, with sixty tickets sold, usually there are thirty or forty people, which is not bad.”

Shi Yuan shoveled off the piece of debris, threw it into a trash bag, and went to the next poster. He asked again: "Then why do Wolfgang and the others still perform?"

"Generating electricity for love, do you understand generating electricity for love?" Xia Fang said, "Are you from another city?"

Shi Yuan hesitated for a moment, Xia Fang thought he was acquiescing, and then said: "You don't know, there is a name in Gleaming City called 'The Stage in the Wheat Field', and the city's characteristics are farmland and theater. The soil here is fertile and the terrain is flat. Regardless of whether the air is good or the climate is good, it has always been the main source of food in the South of the Union. Stage plays and musicals are also very famous. Before the abyss appeared, there could be two or three theaters on one street."

"So that's the case," Shi Yuan said, "Where are the other theaters? I don't think I've seen them."

"Either it was destroyed by the war, or it was demolished and rebuilt into a residential area." Xia Fang replied, "This is the last theater and the last theater troupe. Anyway, I can't make money, so I searched for it, otherwise I wouldn't Advertisements will be posted here—Shi Yuan, bring those new posters here."

Shi Yuan brought a poster, and the new advertisement is [Papa Compressed Canned Food], which shows several opened meat cans, which look delicious.

He and Xia Fang put up the posters, and went to the surrounding streets to hang up the performance posters of the Wild Rose Troupe. On the posters were Qin Luoluo, who was flamboyant, and Wolfgang, who was expressionless.

Shi Yuan asked, "You don't like stage plays?"

"I don't feel it." Xia Fang said, "The head and the others are the true love. I came here to make money. If you give me money, I will perform. If you don't give me money, I will pack up and leave. The salary here is not good. Gao, maybe one day I will stop working. Working hard here for 6 hours is better than drinking two bottles of wine with someone at night."

"Can drinking with others make money?" Shi Yuan asked.

"Of course." Xia Fang smiled narrowly, "It depends on how you drink. If you are short of money, I can take you to see it. Anyway, it's almost time to get off work now."

"I don't know how to drink." Shi Yuan said, "Wine is not good."

Xia Fang: "You can drink if you want, and no one can force you if you don't."

"Is that place a bar?"

"Um."

"Can everyone there drink?"

"Of course, the more you drink, the more you drink. As the saying goes, drink away your worries."

Shi Yuan recalled that when he was wandering in the wasteland, he would occasionally see abandoned human settlements with some canned food and bottled water inside. He got a bottle of wine once - he didn't know it was wine at the time, took a sip with difficulty, and his tail exploded.

He was quite curious about what the legendary bar was like, so he made a plan: he would take a look at it himself, and if his anthropophobia broke out, he would run away immediately.

Shi Yuan said: "Those people are so powerful, they can drink alcohol."

Just as Xia Fang was about to answer the conversation, Shi Yuan concluded, "They are all 1."

"..." Xia Fang was shocked, "Shi Yuan, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"

"What kind of person am I?" Shi Yuan asked.

"It's all right." Xia Fang patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs-up, "Little brother is awesome and has a bright future."

Shi Yuan: "Thank you, but I want to tell my friend that I'm going home late."

"Then tell me." Xia Fang disapproved, "If you don't go to someone else's house to spend the night, no later than the curfew."

Shi Yuan sent a message to Lu Tinghan: [Today I]

Before he could finish typing a sentence, he accidentally sent it.

Lu Tinghan didn't respond, and didn't reply as before.

Shi Yuan didn't expect him to reply either, he heard from Wang Yu that Lu Tinghan was a busy person, even when borrowing money at noon, Lu Tinghan transferred the money directly without saying a word of nonsense. He called again [Can I come back later today? 】

Lu Tinghan didn't respond.

【I'll be back before curfew】

Lu Tinghan didn't respond.

Shi Yuan regarded him as acquiescing, thought for a while and then explained: [Let me tell you, I met a new friend in the theater troupe, and I want to go to the bar with him. He said there are many 1s there, and they all know how to drink]

The beep sounded.

Lu Tinghan: [Impossible]