The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

Wu Tu never imagined that one day she would wear this outfit.

When I got home that night, after changing my clothes, the butler wanted to throw them away.

But the little guy is sentimental.

Even if he had a hard time in the past, these were still some of the few things he had as a child.

Although it has no value whatsoever and is tattered, it is a treasure that has accompanied the little one for a long time.

It's like a stray dog ​​finding a dirty toy in a trash can and hiding it away to protect it.

So Winston never threw it away.

Now, his former determination and his past struggles to survive have become his strength.

The person I used to be, who was completely useless, actually helped me out.

When Wu Tu returned to its position, it caused a commotion among many people.

The children all looked at him and laughed mockingly.

Wu Tu didn't care about other people's opinions. He sat quietly next to his agent, waiting for his opportunity.

Because of the little guy's antics, these people stopped paying attention to Wutu.

They had noticed that Wu Tu's manager had a strong presence, which was why they kept glancing over at him.

However, because the agent doesn't seem to reveal much about himself, they didn't know that this was Helena Rubinstein's top agent.

I just instinctively felt that this person must be very capable, but I couldn't find any information about him when I looked up his profile.

However, once Wutu changed his clothes and got himself all dusty and dirty, they stopped looking at him.

After all, isn't it excessive to make the little guy look ugly by deliberately dressing himself up like a refugee?

The agent squeezed Wu Tu's hand, trying to reassure him that if he was really nervous, he would ask Winston to come in and keep him company.

But by the time he lowered his head to speak, Wu Tu had already gotten into the zone.

The tiny person sat in front of him, and for a moment he really thought it was the protagonist of that story.

……

Lauren and her team were exhausted after auditioning most of the people.

The screenwriter next to him was still shaking his head frantically:

"No, there aren't any backup options. The good actors are too old, and the younger ones aren't quite there yet... Sigh..."

An investor standing nearby asked, "Do they really have to meet such strict requirements? Wouldn't it be okay if the actors were a little older?"

Both the screenwriter and director firmly stated, "No way!"

They are all people who pursue excellence; otherwise, they wouldn't have made so many award-winning films that are hailed as having great artistic value.

However, looking at the few candidates they had left, they felt there was no need to hold out much hope today.

But when the next child came in, the screenwriter, who had been looking down, suddenly looked up and widened his eyes.

"Anderson?"

The character's name is Anderson.

The screenwriter felt that from the moment this person entered, his every move, expression, and behavior was exactly the same as Anderson's!

Good heavens, his character has broken through the dimensional barrier and come to life!

Meanwhile, Wu Tu had already begun her audition:

After Anderson entered, his first step was to tiptoe around stealthily, as if he were avoiding someone.

Until he kicked the bottle and woke everyone up, he could only hunch over, adopting a defensive posture and pulling his hat brim even lower.

He handed over the money in his pocket:

"There weren't many people today, so this is a good result."

Then, as if he had been scolded, the boy was even kicked and rolled away in a sorry state.

"...Sorry, I can't steal that much, the police are patrolling..."

Anderson was beaten up and curled up in the corner.

He was as still as if he were dead, and even his breathing seemed to have stopped.

Only after everything quieted down did Anderson drag his limping leg and curl up in his small room.

He secretly saved a few coins, counting them one by one as if they were his own treasures. He even carefully kept the broken cans and shards of glass he collected.

He has no expectations of anyone, nor does he hope that anyone will become his savior.

He just wanted to escape as quickly as possible, to escape this environment, to escape this cage.

But when Anderson actually killed his parents, he almost went insane.

He threw the axe on the ground, then crawled over to pick it up and kept wiping the marks on it with a towel.

But all of this seemed to be stained with his blood; no matter how much he wiped, he couldn't erase his sins.

His parents, however, dragged him down with them into hell.

But he didn't want to die with these scumbags.

So when the sirens blared, Anderson collapsed to his parents' side, crying uncontrollably and bewildered, like a clueless lamb that had almost been shot by a hunter.

……

The performance by the black tusk has ended.

But the entire room remained completely silent.

The little guy was still engrossed in the moment and hadn't come out of it yet.

He seemed to see himself taking that wrong turn, a choice that was very close to him. He knew the Anderson family was darker and more terrifying than his, but it wasn't impossible for it to happen.

Therefore, Wutu also knew that it was a choice made out of necessity.

It was a choice we had no other option to make.

The black cat's eyes were wide open, and tears flowed silently down its cheeks.

A few minutes later, the directors seemed to snap out of their daze and began to applaud.

The little guy heard the applause and stood up somewhat blankly, but he couldn't stand steadily.

Fortunately, the agent was also watching nearby, and he immediately came over to support Wutu.

The agent wiped the little guy's tears from his face and even blew his nose in a painful way.

Wu Tu knew that his manager wanted him to get out of that state as soon as possible so as not to affect his mood.

But the little guy is too empathetic towards this villain.

In the end, Anderson was just a child yearning for love and liberation.

Just like him.

The agent noticed that Wu Tu was not in a good mood and quickly patted his face:

"Good boy, listen to me, stop thinking about the script. We're going back to find your dad right away. This is reality, not a script."

After listening, Wu Tu nodded listlessly. He didn't want to talk anymore, so he shrank behind his manager and let his manager go talk about serious business.

Only then did the director stand up and approach the agent and Wu Tu.

He first told his assistant that all the remaining auditions were canceled, and that a suitable candidate had already been found.

Then he lowered his head and reached out his hand:

"Hello, Anderson."

The little guy knew this was a compliment for his excellent performance, so he quietly reached out his paw from behind his agent and placed it on the director's palm.

The director continued, "I'm very curious, how did you bring this character to the real world?"

"When we saw you walk in, we really thought it was Anderson himself."

Wu Tu didn't say anything. He raised his dusty little face, revealing his fragile skin, which was bruised and battered from the fall, his excessively thin body, and his desperate eyes.

Just by seeing these, the director guessed it.

This is something that can only be understood so well through personal experience, to truly know a child who has been subjected to long-term violence and abuse.

The director almost called the police.

It was the agent who stopped them.

It wasn't until the butler came in to bring the little guy his clothes, and after he changed and was tidied up, that the director realized that the little guy only had a minor bump and bruise and no real injuries.

Although we don't know what magic Wu Tu used to portray every aspect of the character's experiences so brilliantly, with Wu Tu, the character is complete, and the entire script is complete as well.

The director could almost see new awards beckoning him.