Thousands of mountains are always pits

Chapter 17 The Girl and the Clown

The circus came to a small town.

The town is in the countryside, and I have never seen a circus from the city, so when this team appeared in the local area, it immediately attracted crowds of onlookers.

It also includes a girl.

The next day, the circus opened as scheduled.

For publicity, the first performance is free.Therefore, there were no empty seats in the auditorium, and there were even many children on their toes cheering and jumping for joy.

The girl stood in a small corner, holding on to the railing, fearing that her presence would cause discomfort to others, quietly waiting for the performance to begin.

The tattered red curtain was slowly opened.

It's the beginning of Monkey Riding a Bicycle.

A variety of familiar animals finally appeared in front of them, doing various complicated movements, which won bursts of cheers from the audience.

At this time, the clown appeared on the stage, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

Funny moves, bulky costumes, exaggerated shapes, and the corners of the mouth that are outlined by the bright red paint.

The crowd cheered heartbreakingly.

At this time, the clown suddenly fell down on the ground, and when he was about to get up, he was run over by a little monkey riding a bicycle.

The crowd laughed.

The girl finally laughed along with her—her smile was very light, and sarcasm and sarcasm shone in her eyes.

You see, it's that simple when bloggers smile.

Denigrate yourself to please others.

This is how clowns survive.

After the performance, the girl followed the crowd and was pushed back home.

When I got home, I was faced with the poverty of the family.And the alcoholic father, the relic of the mother, the nasty older brother, the annoying younger siblings.

bad family.

bad life.

Bad self.

Maidens in tattered skirts throw themselves into numb life.

In this kind of life, there is no laughter, only endless darkness.

Everyone can whip, scold, and give orders to her in the name of money or blood, and then enjoy the pleasure of bullying the weak.

The strong bully the weak, you see, it's that simple.

The girl thought of the clown's shrill smile.

Denigrate yourself to please others.

This is how clowns survive.

In the next few days, the circus performed similar but different shows every day.

Every time at this time, the girl would desperately evade the fare and sneak into the performance venue, and went in halfway, just to see a character.

clown.

On this day, the performance was over, and the girl did not show up.

She was knocked unconscious by her alcoholic father, and when she woke up, everyone had already left.

The girl came backstage, and she saw the clown taking off his headgear.

Unexpectedly, the actor is a woman.

The woman hadn't removed her makeup yet, and the bright red paint still evoked a smile on the corner of her mouth. When the girl saw it, the woman was listening to the leader's scolding.

"Today's audience didn't laugh enough, did you reduce the antics on your own initiative?"

"I hurt my leg."

"That's right, the effect is more realistic this way."

"..."

After the leader left, the woman found the girl hiding behind.

The woman is laughing.

No, the clown is laughing.

After watching closely, the girl realized that the corners of the woman's mouth had been drooping and pursed, but the smiling face that belonged to the clown remained the same as before.

Xu Shi saw the bruises on the girl's body, and the woman subconsciously raised the corners of her mouth, making the clown's smile even more comical.

Out of professional habit, she said: "Aren't you happy?"

The woman's eyes were unexpectedly gentle, and the girl felt that this man was really strange. She had to play a role that could make others laugh even though she was unhappy.

What a fool.

"Look at this if you're not happy..." The clown said, preparing to make a funny move.

As soon as he raised his head, the girl held down his arms.

"Don't force it." The girl reached out her finger, touched the corner of the woman's mouth, and whispered in her ear, "Cry if you want to cry, I won't tell others."

The clown froze for a moment.

Immediately, a forbearable and suppressed cry came from the background.

The red paint smile is still blooming.

The clown talked a lot on and off.

For example, she was an orphan picked up by a circus, for example, she was asked to learn this unpleasant role since she was a child, for example, the flattering smile carved on her face...

In the end, the clown said softly, "It would be great if I could leave."

The girl suddenly said, "Yes."

"Eh?"

"Yes." The girl nodded solemnly and definitely, "You can go."

The escape plan was well planned.

A year ago, a steam train passed through the town. Every time this huge iron monster passed the town with thick smoke, it always fascinated the girl.

Half a year ago, she started saving money, preparing, and taking care of everything, only to wait for the next train half a month later.

half a month.

The clown used his own body to create a gigantic laughing scene, which brought considerable income to the circus, and successfully persuaded the director to stay for half a month longer.

The escape was surprisingly smooth.

So much so that when they sneaked to the platform in the early morning and finally sat safely on the train that had started, the clown felt that everything was so unreal.

"where are we going?"

The woman looked at the girl who was tearing dry bread, and couldn't help asking.

The girl looked at the clown without makeup, and felt that her decision was extremely absurd.

However, she has no regrets.

The girl smiled lightly and said:

"distance."