This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

"That's right, child. Uncle even held you when you were little, so you feel familiar with Uncle."

As Lin Jue spoke, he turned to look at the teacher behind him, his eyes saying, 'See, I really am familiar with this child.'

Liao Fan pursed his lips tightly, he was puzzled, but he didn't expose him, sitting quietly.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you." The teacher leaned over with a face full of apology. As soon as she approached, Lin Jue noticed Liao Fan's body trembling.

It seemed the abusive experience had made this child no longer trust adults, even feeling fear.

The teacher also noticed Liao Fan's change, and stepped back: "Then you guys chat first, I'll go pour you a glass of water."

"Thank you." Lin Jue thanked her. After seeing the teacher walk away, he plopped down next to Liao Fan.

"Why did you lie to her?"

Only then did Liao Fan finally speak, tilting his head, his small face full of inquiry, as if confirming whether Lin Jue was the familiar person.

"If I didn't lie to her, I might have been caught by the security guards." Lin Jue smiled: "I'm really not your mother's friend, but I know that uncle with the scar on his face."

He said this to confirm whether Liao Fan recognized Fu Yu, or rather, whether Fu Yu had visited the orphanage after killing the child's father and stepmother.

"Oh." Liao Fan lowered his head, seeming a little lost.

But judging from his reaction, this child did recognize Fu Yu.

"Has that uncle not come to see you for a long time?" Lin Jue looked at the open space not far away.

The children were having a lot of fun, but Liao Fan was hiding here alone, isolated from the world, unable to integrate into their happiness.

"Yeah." Liao Fan's voice was very low, but it could be heard that his mood was low.

"Did that uncle say anything to you when he came to see you before?" Lin Jue continued to ask, and after noticing Liao Fan turning to look at him, he made his tone especially gentle: "I'm his friend, but he's been missing recently. I found this place and your name in his diary."

"So I came here. I want to know what he did before he disappeared."

Liao Fan was silent. The teacher brought a glass of water at this time. Lin Jue said thank you and took the water.

"You wait for me here."

Liao Fan finally spoke again, trotting into the house.

"Ah, poor child." The teacher watched Liao Fan's departing back, shaking her head: "When this child was sent to the orphanage, all the teachers and volunteers were very heartbroken. Such a young child suffered so much."

"Speaking of which, you are the first person who can hug this child. It is difficult for all of us to approach him."

I am the first?

Could it be that even Fu Yu couldn't?

That would be a little strange. If Liao Fan felt familiar with the scent of Fu Yu on him and relaxed his vigilance, then why couldn't Fu Yu himself get this child to do this?

"Has no one come to visit this child before?" Lin Jue began to pry.

Because the teacher believed his identity, she answered without the slightest hesitation: "There was one, but it's been a long time since he came. That person looks quite scary, and his leg seems to have a problem, but he is very kind at heart."

"Every time he comes, he brings a lot of snacks and toys for Liao Fan and the children, and he also donated a lot of money to the orphanage."

"The children all like him very much, but Liao Fan is still very nervous. Although he allows that person to approach, usually that person is talking and Liao Fan is listening. This is the first time that child has been so relaxed today."

Listening to the teacher's description, that person was indeed Fu Yu.

In the teacher's words, Fu Yu was a very kind person, and his terrible appearance could not hide the light in his heart.

Who would know that behind the light there was also blood.

Moreover, from the teacher's description, Lin Jue confirmed one thing.

The familiar scent that Liao Fan felt did not belong to Fu Yu, because he was not close to Fu Yu.

Who does it belong to? Could it really be Zhou Yue? That's not very likely. Could it be that this child can smell the scent in the system backpack, and that scent comes from other characters?

Perhaps after Liao Fan comes back, I can ask him.

Because of Liao Fan's attitude towards Lin Jue, the teacher also let down her guard and became more talkative, introducing the situation of the orphanage.

She sat next to Lin Jue, looking at the children playing in the open space: "Those children more or less have physical problems. Many were thrown at the entrance of the orphanage when they were very young."

"It must be hard to take care of so many children." Lin Jue replied softly. Although that volunteer himself had mobility issues, he was having a lot of fun with the children.

"It's okay." The teacher shook her head: "The children are all very sensible. Even if some children have intellectual disabilities, they are trying their best not to burden us."

"And they are all very competitive." As she said, she pointed to the volunteer: "This child came out of the orphanage. He is a cerebral palsy patient, but he was admitted to the Qingmu Art Institute with a very high cultural score."

People with cerebral palsy are not fools. Many of them are smarter than their peers.

"Qingmu…"

Lin Jue's heart stirred, and he slowly read out a place name.

Sanjiang Qingmu Art Institute.

The name that appeared in another two-star script "Model", that script said to let him play a nude model and meet a very special student.

"Special student…"

Is it him?

Lin Jue stared at the volunteer. The volunteer seemed to notice his gaze and turned his head. A moment of hesitation appeared on his originally smiling face.

Does this person know Zhou Yue?

Lin Jue stood up, preparing to greet him, but Liao Fan, who had run into the house, ran back, holding a booklet in his hand.

Liao Fan stopped a meter away, not daring to approach. The teacher instantly understood and left with a smile.

Only when the teacher walked away did Liao Fan dare to approach, handing the booklet in his hand to Lin Jue: "This is for you."

"What is this?" Lin Jue took it. This should be Liao Fan's sketchbook.

The cover was a mixture of black and red lines, almost covering the entire paper, chaotic and disorderly. It didn't look like a painting that a six-year-old child would draw.

Although the physical wounds have basically healed, the psychological trauma may never be erased.

Lin Jue sighed in his heart, only to hear Liao Fan say: "The last time he came, he drew a picture for me on this."

Fu Yu drew a picture?

The cover was opened, the second page was a vortex, and the third page was a withered and broken leaf. Lin Jue looked at Liao Fan beside him, rubbed the latter's head, and continued to flip through it.

The fourth page was not a painting, but a newspaper clipping.

The date of the news was May of last year.

It recorded a tragic car accident on the highway. A large truck overturned, and the cars behind it braked sharply to avoid it, causing a series of rear-end collisions, and leading to a long-distance bus rushing out of the guardrail and crashing hard into the mountain wall.

Gasoline was spilled and instantly ignited, and the fire spread.

The protagonist recorded in the news was Fu Yu. At that time, Fu Yu was on that bus. The car accident caused his leg to be stuck by the seat. Not only him, but several other passengers on the bus were also stuck, and there was no time to escape.

Seeing the fire getting stronger and stronger, Fu Yu desperately pulled his leg out and dragged his injured leg to rescue passengers from the flames one by one.

Fu Yu's leg was permanently injured at that time, and his face was licked by the flames, leaving scars that could not heal.

This news was praising the good deeds done by Fu Yu, and at the bottom there was also a photo, which was Fu Yu before he was disfigured. He was a very handsome young man.

It is difficult to associate this photo with the current "Fu Yu".

"So the injuries on Fu Yu's body were to save people…"

In the advancement of the script progress, what Lin Jue learned was how many people Fu Yu killed, and today he learned another side, the duality of human nature was vividly displayed.

Something is not right, two hundred percent not right, this chapter may have to be revised…