The Big Boss' Medicine 15

The audition started quickly.

Although Su Duan had no prior acting experience, his audition performance was not bad at all.

The original body had graduated from a professional acting school with excellent grades, so the foundation was very solid. Although he had never landed a proper acting job since graduating and had been working as an extra and stunt double, his acting skills were actually not inferior compared to the current crop of young idols.

Su Duan inherited his body, naturally also inheriting this body's memories related to acting.

Moreover, the character he was auditioning for today, in some ways, actually had quite a bit of overlap with Su Duan's own personality, so it was not difficult to immerse himself in the role.

Especially the scene he was auditioning for today.

The white-robed swordsman, stained with blood, looked down at the bloodstains on the ground with a cold and inorganic gaze. He walked out of the hall carrying the snow-white long sword that was originally meant to uphold justice. The blade was marked with glaring bloodstains, emitting slight vibrations and wails, as if trying to awaken its master.

But the sword wielder had long fallen too deep into the devil's grasp, and only pure energy could startle him awake from the demon's nightmare.

The swordsman walked all the way to the deep brown wooden door. Without raising his hand, the door was already pushed open by the murderous aura emanating from him. The old, dilapidated wooden door made an unbearable creaking sound, as if it would shatter the next second.

However, when the wooden door opened, what appeared in front of the swordsman's eyes, besides the weed-covered ground, was also a thin figure.

The youth, who looked like he had just come of age, was wearing a plain gray robe. At first glance, there was nothing unusual, but upon closer look, one would find that the expression on his face seemed a bit too naive, and his eyes were also clear and clean, unlike someone of his age, more like... a child who had not yet understood right from wrong.

Pure good, and also pure evil.

A mentally sound adult, upon seeing someone walking out of their home carrying a blood-stained long sword, would definitely be able to realize what had happened. Even if they did not shout at the swordsman, they would at least glare at him angrily. But the youth's gaze passed over the long sword and the bloodstains on the corner of the swordsman's robe, yet he seemed to see them like the grass and trees that were everywhere, without any reaction at all.

Instead, he tilted his head, extended the object in his hand towards the swordsman, revealing a smile free of any gloom, as if seeing a new friend, and asked in a soft voice, "Do you want to eat some lotus seeds?"

In his palm were a dozen or so jade-green, crisp lotus seeds, each one round and plump, picked by the youth from a lotus pond he had just discovered when he went out.

These lotus seeds grew in a lotus pond with a primordial, pure energy buried at the bottom, so the lotus seeds produced there were also imbued with this aura, able to make people wise.

The clear eyes of the naive fool were like the crisp reflections at the bottom of a lake, able to reflect all the ugliness deep in one's heart. Coupled with the assistance of the pure energy carried by the green lotus seeds, the swordsman suddenly woke up from his demon's nightmare.

But he dared not face what he had done when he lost control, especially under the gaze of such a pair of eyes, which made his ugliness even more apparent.

So after a moment of stiffness, the swordsman chose to flee.

Without answering the youth's question of whether he wanted to eat the lotus seeds, the swordsman hurriedly bypassed the youth holding out the lotus seeds in front of him and left this ominous place at the fastest speed.

After the swordsman left, the youth was stunned for a moment, but he had always been a carefree person by nature. After looking in the direction the swordsman had left for a few moments, he no longer cared about this strange person. He walked through the open courtyard gate, used his thin body to laboriously bend down and scoop some water from the courtyard, and washed the lotus seeds in his hands with a curved brow and eyes, preparing to share them with his family to eat.

However, when he carried the lotus seeds into the main hall, what he saw was a scene of his family members all lying on the ground, with shocking bloodstains all over the floor.

Although the youth still did not understand what the bloodstains represented, the sight of his family members lying on the ground motionless made him instinctively feel a sense of panic and helplessness.

Just lying there quietly, not moving... would they never speak to him again?

He had once kept an injured bird, kept it in a grass nest woven by his eldest brother, and clumsily but carefully took care of it for ten days. But on the eleventh day, when the youth went to feed it, the bird was still lying in the nest motionless, its eyes tightly closed, its wings half-open, and its body already felt cold and stiff to the touch.

"Chirp chirp."

At first, he did not realize what had happened and still called out the name he had given the bird in a low voice, as he did every morning, bending down. But when no matter how he called, the bird lying in the grass nest did not respond to him with "chirp chirp" as usual, he began to panic.

When he went to find his eldest brother in a fluster, holding the stiff bird, his head was patted and then he was told that the bird was "dead".

Dead meant it would not move anymore, its body would turn cold and stiff, and it would no longer "chirp chirp" at him.

This was the concept the youth had learned in the only separation in his previous life.

Seeing his family members lying on the ground, the youth suddenly panicked. Disregarding the lotus seeds in his hands, he let them fall from his thin fingertips and hit the ground, and hurriedly squatted down to touch the body of his eldest brother who was closest.

It was still soft and warm, not the stiff feeling he had felt on the bird's body that time.

Not "dead".

The youth breathed a small sigh of relief, pushed his eldest brother's arm, wanting to wake him up.

"Brother, I brought lotus seeds back. I haven't eaten them yet, saving them for everyone."

"Get up and eat together, okay..."

"Get up--"

The eldest brother lying on the ground still did not respond to him.

Vaguely thinking that perhaps his eldest brother was sleeping too soundly, because his eldest brother had always liked to sleep in, and had been pinched at the waist and scolded huffily by his sister-in-law countless times for this.

This time should be the same.

"Brother, you're so lazy, even lazier than me."

Taking advantage of his brother sleeping too soundly to hear, the youth muttered a complaint in a low voice, then got up and went to a different spot to call his father who was lying beside his brother.

Father was the most diligent and also got up early. He definitely would not be impossible to wake up like his brother.

......

However, before he could walk to his father's side, a few lotus seeds that had fallen to the ground earlier were crushed under the youth's foot.

The clear energy contained within the lotus seeds was released. Because it was too pure, it even formed a faint white mist in the air, which the youth inhaled through his nose and mouth with the frequency of his breathing, gently opening up the part of his mind that had always been blocked.

In that instant, it was like a sudden enlightenment. The foolish child, who had been confused for more than a decade, finally understood the principles and joys and sorrows of the world under the infusion of the innate clear energy.

He also understood that being "dead" doesn't only mean having a stiff body.

......

"OK!"

The director's excited voice rang out from the side, signaling the end of this audition.

While watching the audition, the script in his hand had already been crumpled by his excessive force, but he didn't realize it at all.

Su Duan's performance was really beyond his expectations.

The young man's performance couldn't be said to be very powerful or heart-stirring after watching it, because when this character was foolish in the early stage, he wasn't the kind of eye-catching character setting.

The point that made the director unable to control his emotions was that Su Duan's performance in the audition just now was very natural, so natural that people wouldn't notice it was a performance, but would feel dazed that he was the person in the play, the foolish child who had been confused for more than ten years and treated everything in the world with the same gaze.

Although foolish, he was still clean and obedient; even if he couldn't distinguish right from wrong, he could still choose the kind side between good and evil.

It was also not surprising that his family cherished him so much, carefully taking care of a foolish child who couldn't work until he was so old, without a bit of complaint.

After all, such a foolish child who made people feel clean and comfortable from the bottom of their hearts was who knows how many times better than ordinary people.

Especially those eyes, which did not contain any colors and desires tainted by the world, like a blank sheet of paper, so clean that people couldn't help feeling ashamed of themselves.

Glancing at those black pupils that were like water-washed colored glaze, the director even wanted to start reflecting on his own shortcomings for a moment.

However, as a famous director in the industry, Director Xie had seen a lot after all. He had seen all kinds of acting monsters like best actors and actresses. In the next second, he got rid of this emotion and began to be complacent about how he could add such a wonderful character setting.

As long as Su Duan could maintain the level just now and act out this role, when "Becoming a Demon" was broadcast, the role of the foolish child would definitely cause a considerable degree of discussion.

Although the plot of "Becoming a Demon" was already rich enough, advantages were never enough. As a director, Director Xie didn't mind having more highlights in the movie.

He smiled with narrowed eyes and praised Su Duan, who was standing on the stage after the audition for some reason, "Xiao Su, you performed very well, extremely well, completely beyond my expectations."

"We'll decide on this role today. Your performance just now gave me some inspiration. I want to make some more changes to the script for this role. When it's revised, we can start filming."

However, before the young man standing there could answer his words, a tall black figure stepped over him, took two steps forward and hugged Su Duan in his arms.

Reaching out and carefully holding the young man's thin shoulders, seeing the light water rippling in the bottom of his eyes, Yan Shen, who had been sitting restlessly aside for a long time, felt an irrepressible heartache in his heart, and coaxed with the gentlest voice in his life, "Don't be sad anymore."

Perhaps others didn't notice, but he keenly realized that the young man seemed to be too immersed in the play while acting, so that he was still a little dazed after the audition ended, obviously immersed in sad emotions and unable to walk out.

Su Duan blinked, wanting to answer that he was fine.

Unlike Yan Shen's nervous concern due to paying too much attention, he actually wasn't as sad as Yan Shen imagined.

The story in the play was in the play, and the separation and regret were fictitious and written. He had his own life.

Although there would also be separation, unlike in the play, he clearly knew that when the next mission came, he and that person would meet again.

Sometimes Su Duan would secretly think, without telling the system, that it would be very good if he could keep doing missions like this. At least in this process, he and that person of unknown origin could always be together.

...In any case, he was now a mature little herb, not so fragile that he would cry because he acted in a sad play.

But being held and comforted with such nervousness, suddenly countless grievances came from nowhere. Su Duan, who just felt that he was a mature herb that was not fragile, felt sour in his nose, and the tears accumulated in the bottom of his eyes unreasonably fell with a plop.

It seemed that the subtle emotions accumulated long ago due to separation took this opportunity to flow out all at once.