Chapter 218 Mr.'s Deception
"Sir..." Cyrus looked at the person walking in front of him and said cautiously: "Can you give me something to eat? I don't need any money..."
The man chuckled, "Of course."
Cyrus finally felt relieved. As long as he could have a meal every day, he would be content. As for making money, he had never expected to do so.
The man took him to a theater group with actors playing various roles. He recognized some of the characters that his mother had watched on TV with him when he was a child, and some that he didn't recognize.
Some have exaggerated face paintings, some have the upper body of a beast and the lower body of a human. There are all kinds of them, dazzling to behold.
Seeing the man, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and said respectfully, "Boss."
The man nodded slightly, and then began to introduce Cyrus, "This is our new member, and he will work with you from now on."
Cyrus noticed that everyone's eyes were on him, and he lowered his head nervously. But even though they were all looking at him, their eyes were full of curiosity and admiration?
This was the first time he did not sense disdain and disgust in other people's gazes.
He looked at the man's back with burning eyes, unable to express the gratitude in his heart. Is this the angel that his parents have found to accompany him?
A girl carefully observed his face and suddenly said in surprise: "Boss! His makeup is so realistic that I can't find any flaws!"
Cyrus was shocked. It turned out that they used their scars as paintings?
The man curled his lips and said, "He doesn't need another painting. He is real."
Upon hearing this, everyone gasped, unable to believe that such a horrific scar was real, and they couldn't help feeling scared.
Cyrus felt that their gazes were filled with disgust and disgust. Their eyes were like sharp daggers stabbing at him. It made him feel sour. Why...
"Boss, what's his name?" a boy asked with disdain.
Just as Cyrus was about to give his name, the man said, "His name is not important."
Cyrus suppressed the bitterness in his heart and silently added in his heart, "My name is important, very important!"
Even though the gentleman did not introduce his name to them, he was still very grateful to him.
After returning, he was successfully assigned a place to sleep, which was a corner with cleaning tools piled up and a blanket spread out.
Others all have their own rooms, but he is already very satisfied. As long as he has a place to stay, it will be enough. At least he won’t freeze to death outside, and he doesn’t have to compete with stray dogs for a place to sleep.
And the husband said that as long as he could earn money, he could have his own room.
That night, Cyrus was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He quietly took out the pen and paper he found at the garbage dump.
[Today a kind gentleman took me in. I think he is a good person. I am very grateful to him.]
The next morning, Cyrus rehearsed with the rest of the drama troupe, and he worked very hard to repay the gentleman's kindness.
With his efforts, he soon got the chance to go on stage. But Mr. Ke said he needed to take off his hoodie to fully expose his scar, which made him feel very embarrassed.
But he didn't want to disappoint his teacher, so he made up his mind, took off his hoodie and went on stage.
The theater was particularly lively that night. The audience said they liked the paint on his face very much. The effect was so realistic that it could be mistaken for the real thing.
But only he knew that it was not a painting, but his own scar...
He didn't want to deceive the audience to make money, so he wanted to tell the gentleman, but the gentleman said that since the audience liked it as a painting, then it was a painting and there was no room for negotiation.
He had no choice but to go back.
Later, as the theater became more and more popular, audiences always asked Sellers to perform horror scenes for them, and he never got tired of it.
Until one day, he accidentally overheard the conversation between his husband and others.
"Why don't you throw that monster out? It's so disgusting!"
"Now the audience likes him. They think that the paint on his face is painted. Besides, this way we can save the money on painting. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone?" the man said proudly.
"But... seeing his face is really disgusting..."
"It doesn't matter. Just bear with it for a while. When he is no longer valuable, I will personally send him back to his original position."
"As expected of the boss, you're so thoughtful, hahahaha..."
The conversation between the two hurt Cyrus' ears. He couldn't believe that the gentleman who had always helped him was such a hypocritical person.
He clenched his fists in anger, all the grievances he had held for so long burst out in an instant, and he pushed the door open violently.
The conversation inside stopped abruptly, and the man asked unhappily: "What are you doing here?"
Cyrus asked, "Why did you lie to me?"
The man did not hide his true feelings and said coldly: "Why don't you look in the mirror and know how horrible you are? Who else will give you food except me?"
Cyrus: "I don't need your pity!"
As he said this, he picked up the fruit knife on the table and stabbed the man in the abdomen, then ran out without waiting for anyone else to react.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. He was never this angry even when many people beat and scolded him. But he became so angry after knowing that his husband had cheated on him.
My husband clearly promised to give him food and let him make money... Why did he have to deceive himself too...
Cyrus ran all the way to the bathroom and quickly locked the door. He was breathing heavily, his heart was full of fear and anxiety. It was only then that he realized that his hand holding the knife was still shaking slightly.
Cyrus took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He remembered what his husband had said and looked up at himself in the mirror. He slowly took off his hat and sweatshirt. The man in the mirror had a face covered with hideous scars, and his eyes were full of ferocity and despair. All his unbearableness appeared naked before his eyes.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Cyrus felt a wave of fear. If he couldn't accept his own appearance, how could he accept others?
Rage and helplessness surged in his heart, and Cyrus raised his fist and smashed it hard against the mirror. The mirror shattered instantly, and the fragments flew everywhere, reflecting countless distorted versions of himself. Each fragment was a miniature of horror, as if mocking his existence.
"Why..." Cyrus muttered.
Suddenly, a chuckle came from the quiet and small bathroom.
Cyrus slowly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. How the world treated him, he would treat it back in the same way!
He took out the paper and crossed out the words on it one by one.
【He is not a gentleman, he is a hypocrite! 】
The sound of the performance on the stage continued, and Cyrus lifted the curtain backstage and went in.
"What are you doing here!" the man lowered his voice and scolded, "It's not your turn to perform yet, go back quickly!"
Cyrus seemed not to hear his rebuke. He snatched the torch from the man's hand and walked onto the stage despite others' obstruction.
When the audience saw the person suddenly appear on the stage, they thought it was a prepared Easter egg and immediately cheered.
Cyrus raised a bloodthirsty smile and bowed deeply to the audience. Then he swung the torch in his hand and threw it onto the stage.
The stage suddenly caught fire and the crowd ran around, just like the fire in their memory.