How to Feed an Abyss!

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Lu Tinghan smiled unconsciously, and patted his head: “How’s the troupe going these two days?”

Shi Yuan: “Purr, purr.”

“How did you sleep?”

Shi Yuan: “Purr.”

Should mean pretty good.

Lu Tinghan finally managed to get rid of the clingy Shi Yuan with great difficulty, took off his gloves, hung up his military trench coat, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes.
Shi Yuan was waiting for him on the sofa, holding the “Alliance Military History” in his hand.

“Did you read it?” Lu Tinghan was a little surprised.

“I read it, but I didn’t understand it,” Shi Yuan said.

“Which part did you not understand?”

“I didn’t understand everything.”

Lu Tinghan: “…”

Shi Yuan asked: “Do you want to read it now? I’ll give it back to you.”

“No need,” Lu Tinghan said.
“I don’t want to read it today.”

He sat on the sofa and relaxed his tight muscles and nerves.
It was rare for him to relax for a moment.
He sat casually, leaning back lazily, with his right hand resting on the back of the sofa.

Shi Yuan nestled beside him, curled up his legs, and leaned against his arm.

Lu Tinghan said, “Shi Yuan, tell me something interesting.”

“What do you mean by something interesting?” Shi Yuan asked, “I’ve been working for the past two days.”

“It’s okay, just talk about your work.”

So, Shi Yuan told him how Cheng Youwen changed the script for him and asked him to play both the tree demon and the God of Salvation at the same time; he said that the acting knife turned out to be retractable, and the blade was plastic.
When he was stabbed by Wolfgang, he only had to whimper and lie peacefully on the ground and pretend to be a corpse; he said that the troupe was very poor, there were advertisements everywhere, and the aphrodisiac oil was their biggest advertiser, and there was also a mysterious “Lady Isabella”; he said he went to clean up the performance hall, secretly played the drum, and was so scared that his tail scales exploded.

Shi Yuan scratched his head and talked about his daily life.
He was very happy when he spoke, but after he finished speaking, he felt that it was so trivial, mediocre, lackluster, and no one would be interested.

Soon he couldn’t say more, and his head was tilted and stuck.

“That’s all, it’s boring,” he said.

Lu Tinghan had been listening silently, and said, “It’s not boring.”

“Really?” Shi Yuan’s eyes lit up.
“I thought these were ordinary.”

“It’s very ordinary,” Lu Tinghan said.
“But I… we are fighting for such ordinary days.” He rubbed Shi Yuan’s head.
“I like what you said.”

Shi Yuan was praised and very happy.

He never understood human concepts, life and death, beauty and ugliness, good and evil, he didn’t think there was a difference.
But at this time, a certain corner of his heart seemed to be poked by this sentence, and it became numb and itchy.

The feeling was too fleeting to be captured.

—He thought to himself, maybe one day, he will be able to understand human beings.

Shi Yuan was in a daze for a while, and then remembered one more thing: “By the way, do you have time on the 10th of next month?”

Lu Tinghan asked: “What’s the matter?”

“The troupe is previewing the first act of the play and the tickets are free and you get a small gift,” Shi Yuan said.
“They asked me to find an audience, I don’t know anyone else.”

Lu Tinghan looked at Shi Yuan for a few seconds.
He tilted his head slightly, the lines of his neck and throat were visible, and his gray-blue eyes were unreadable.

Shi Yuan asked again: “Will you go?” He was a little apprehensive.
“I know you’re very busy, if you don’t have time forget it, I’ll think of another way.”

Lu Tinghan said, “Okay, I will go.”

*

For the next half month, Shi Yuan went to rehearsals as usual.

Lu Tinghan didn’t come back for a few nights.
Shi Yuan went to bed early in the morning, turned off the lights, and heard the screams of monsters from afar.
Only he could hear this sound, and it would often last until early in the morning and disappear into the morning sun.

The rumors in the city about the “peak period of infection” have never stopped.
When Shi Yuan was on the bus, he could occasionally hear the discussion.

The day of the preview will soon come.
Shi Yuan had to be there earlier than the audience, but Lu Tinghan said, just go together, it’s convenient.

Shi Yuan got into Lu Tinghan’s car and drove to the Garcia Grand Theater in a pure black sedan.

It wasn’t until they saw the marble statue in the theater that Shi Yuan reacted belatedly: “Can you really just show up like this?”

“Why not?” Lu Tinghan asked.

“That’s, you are the general…”

Lu Tinghan: “Can you find any other audience?”

“Can’t,” Shi Yuan said.

Lu Tinghan nodded and said, “That would have to be me, too.” After saying this, he got out of the car, wrapped his arms around Shi Yuan, and walked towards the theater with great strides.

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**TN

Previews are a set of public performances of a theatrical presentation that precede its official opening.
The purpose of previews is to allow the director and crew to identify problems and opportunities for improvement that were not found during rehearsals and to make adjustments before critics are invited to attend.
That’s why they need someone who can appreciate stage plays so they can get proper feedback.

Finally done with this long chapter.
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