Age of Clowns

At this time, in the night, a circus clown was running like crazy in an empty subway station. His movements were very funny, and he ran like a fat penguin.

Arthur left the subway station as if running away, not daring to look back. He walked through the empty streets and kept looking around. At this time, he found a dilapidated public toilet. Arthur got in and locked the door tightly. Locked.

"Ha...ha...ha...ha..." Arthur kept breathing violently. Adrenaline seemed to rush into his brain. Arthur looked up at the surroundings. In this small space, It was so quiet here, and the lights were dim, making it seem very eerie and strange, but Arthur seemed to feel safe enough here.

In a daze, a dream-like feeling came to his face, and Arthur seemed to be relieved at this moment.

Stepping lightly, Arthur stretched out his arms, as if hugging something, and then turned around. Arthur seemed to be immersed in this dance of death. Arthur's mind was relaxed, and his whole person seemed to be liberated. In his life, He had never felt so good, as if there was a force in his heart that made his rickety back disappear. For the first time in his life, Arthur straightened his back and faced everything he had done.

The dance continued until the last moment, when Arthur spread his arms and stared blankly at his own figure in the mirror, as if he knew himself so clearly for the first time in his life.

Arthur slowly opened the door and looked at the scenery outside. This time, he seemed to be greatly inspired. Arthur ran quickly towards home, walking through the dark streets, and he seemed to be full of strength.

"Ding!" The elevator opened, and Arthur's figure appeared. He walked down the corridor, full of strength. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Arthur knocked on the door of Taylor's house. Taylor slowly opened the door. Outside was Arthur in shabby clothes. Arthur seemed to have great courage at this moment and rushed forward to kiss Taylor...

Night seems always so quiet, and never seems so ordinary.

The office was still so noisy in the early morning. Arthur came here to pack his belongings. He saw his face in the mirror and smiled strangely in the mirror. No one around his colleagues cared what happened to Arthur next. , and no one will care whether this freak leaves.

"I saw in the newspaper that it was done by a man with clown makeup on his face." A voice came slowly.

"No, it obviously means he is wearing a mask, okay." Another voice answered.

"No matter what, I think this matter will be of great benefit to our business. Now all the front-page newspapers are writing about clowns again." A voice continued.

"Big man, do you have any good news?" Arthur turned around and saw two colleagues talking at this time. The last question was about Arthur's former extremely short colleague, his name was Gary?

Gary ignored the colleague who was teasing him. He was the same as Arthur. In the eyes of this group of people, they were both equally weird, or perhaps in the eyes of everyone.

Gary looked at Arthur and said softly: "Arthur, I heard what happened to you, and I feel sorry for you, man."

"Yes, you will definitely feel unfair if you are fired like that." Randall was sitting in Arthur's seat, using Arthur's brush to draw a clown pattern on his face, without any trace of emotion in his tone. He cares about what will happen to Arthur in the future, but he seems to have never known Arthur.

"Did you really bring a gun to the children's hospital? Arthur? Why would you do that?" A colleague looked at Arthur and asked in a bad tone.

"Is this part of your new act, Arthur? Are you going to shoot yourself if your dancing doesn't make people laugh?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.….…."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.….…."

A group of people laughed. They seemed to have found a new topic for ridicule and teased Arthur crazily. They never cared about Arthur's mood.

Arthur was just about to leave quietly, but when he saw this scene, the anger in his heart began to grow again.

"Why don't you ask Randall? It's his gun." Arthur said with a smile.

"What are you going to say again??" Randall looked back at Arthur nervously, fearing that Arthur would say something.

"I still owe you a favor for this, don't I?" Arthur said, pointing at Randall.

"What the hell are you talking about!! Stop talking nonsense! Arthur!" Randall looked at Arthur and defended.

But Arthur didn't care about this at all. He just looked at everyone and prepared to leave.

"Ha, right."

"I forgot to clock in and get off work." Arthur, who had just walked out, ran back and looked at the colleagues in front of him and said with a smile.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Arthur beat the card box crazily with his fists until it fell to the ground.Then he looked at the people in front of him and laughed crazily. The laughter stopped. Arthur looked at the people with disdain, turned and left the place.

There was only a group of people left, looking at Arthur with strange expressions. Through the narrow stairs downstairs, Arthur passed through here and left here completely. The breath of freedom rushed to his face, as if the spring breeze was welcoming him. Arthur's face.