Age of Clowns

"The news never stops. This is Gotham City Radio 1080, which will provide you with the news you need around the clock."

"Good morning everyone, it is Tuesday, October 10th, the temperature is 15 degrees Celsius. I am Standale Broadstone, reporting the news for you. Today is the 5th day of the garbage disposal strike. The accumulated garbage is at the rate of 18 per day. The number of tons is increasing at a rate of increasing, and even the most beautiful areas in the city are now like swamps. Director of the Health Bureau Edward O'Rourke declared: The whole city has entered a state of emergency. This is the first time in decades... "

"There is no need to wait until someone dies or falls ill with typhoid fever. The situation is already urgent. Almost everyone in the city is suffering from it. No matter who their name is or where they live, they will see rats and garbage... "

"Fake! Those trash people are crazy, they think that since the clown has stood up, they don't have to work anymore! md!"

"To be honest, why not give them a little salary increase? If you have money, why don't you worry that they won't work?"

"It's already gone up! It's almost doubled! You don't know how greedy those bastards are! They're not willing to work for twice the price. What do they want to do? Do you really think that if there are clowns now, we will give in to them?" ?"

"Fake! You are such an idiot! How much those workers can earn in a month, it keeps rising and rising, but it is still only a few thousand dollars. I will give them ten thousand dollars tomorrow, and I don't believe they will stop working!"

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The noisy sound of the radio slowly came from an office. The light was refracted from the window to the ground. On the dressing table in the corner of the office, a skinny man was seriously putting oil on his face. Covered in oil paint, he holds a brush as if treating a work of art.

As he started writing, his eyes suddenly dimmed, perhaps thinking of the recent dissatisfaction at work, or perhaps thinking of his mother at home.

However, he is a clown. He wants to bring happiness to others, not sadness, especially in such difficult days. He needs money to maintain his life and take care of himself. Mother.

He held his hands and put on an exaggerated smile at the corners of his mouth, but tears kept rolling in his eyes, and he couldn't help but shed a tear streak at the corner of his eyes.

In a hamburger shop on the street, people are enjoying delicious food. Invariably, the topic everyone is discussing is the same person - the clown. They are talking about what big things the clown is going to do, and what the clown is going to reveal. Secretly, people are like a virus, crazy in love and crazy worship of everything the clown does.

Outside the store, there was actually a clown. He was doing funny things, his steps were very weird, he looked like a fat penguin, and he was holding a huge yellow billboard in his hand.

Outside the store, a black uncle was playing a piano piece with his fingers quickly, and the rhythmic piano sound sounded lightly.

Along with the rhythm of the music, the clown skillfully rotates the billboard in his hands and steps like a penguin, forming a weird dance performance.

At this time, in the corner, a group of young people were staring at the clown.

"Should we punish this clown?" the young man in the lead said to his friends.

"Okay, since he values ​​his billboard so much, how about we snatch it from him?"

"Okay, just do as you say."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people stepped forward to look at the clown and shouted:

"What happened to your shoes, man?"

"You look good in this outfit. Why do you want to be the clown on TV?"

"If you must be a clown, at least you can make a sign, right?"

As this sentence ended, a young man next to him punched the clown in the chest. The clown fell to the ground unexpectedly, and the billboard also fell to the ground. A group of young people grabbed the billboard and looked at it flamboyantly. clown.

"Let's go, Kyle, we grabbed the billboard, hahahahahaha" A group of people ran forward holding the billboard.

"Come after me, clown!" A black guy looked at the clown with his middle finger and said seductively.

The clown reacted immediately. He quickly got up and ran forward as hard as a penguin. He thought of his mother and his job. If he lost the billboard, his boss would definitely cause trouble for him.

"Please! Don't do this, please give me back, please! Stop them! Please!" The clown ran panting, shouting loudly as he ran, but no one around the pedestrians cared about the clown. 's cry for help.

Indifference and disregard, everyone seems to be busy, as if they have never looked up or cared about the poor people around them. It seems that even if they die on the roadside, no one will take a second look.

After rushing across several roads, the clown gradually followed them into a street filled with garbage and debris.

"Bang! Bang!" There was a loud noise. A boy held a billboard and hit the clown's face hard. The clown's brain was like a bee ringing in his ears. With a buzz, the whole person fell to the ground. A group of people Seeing the clown fall to the ground, they had no pity or regret. They just became more crazy and excited, cursing and sarcastic at the clown.

"Joker, you are too weak! Why can't you stand up now?"

"Aren't you very popular on TV? Don't you like to play with superheroes?"

"Hit him! Quick! Harder!!"

A group of people were excited about Ou's figure lying on the ground, venting their dissatisfaction, but they never cared about the clown's feelings. The clown just endured it quietly...

The victim can only endure the wrath of the abuser….

Arthur fell to the ground, and the corsage on his uniform spurted bright red liquid. At this moment, his clown dance stopped, and his heart was broken.

The dark night, deep in the dirty streets, those places that people never walk through, those dark depths that people never care about.

Waves of panting sounds came from the streets, like beasts in hell. The faint light of the night shone on the ground, and the figure of this man could barely be seen clearly.

Is this a clown?His whole body was dirty and messy, and he fell to the ground helplessly. The young people had already left, leaving only this lonely dead child, as if he could no longer stand up...

I know people nowadays are a little indifferent. Maybe he just needs a little respect, maybe he just needs a little help, maybe...