Age of Clowns

On the street, in the Gotham City Center Elementary School, a beautiful young woman with blond hair is arranging the clothes of a cute little girl. From time to time, she reveals a sweet smile, which seems to be refreshing, slightly smooth, and the woman's soft skin shines in the air. It seems to be filled with the unique tobacco smell of women.

At this time, outside the railing of the school, in the shadow of the giant tree, there was a man wearing a black sweater. The huge brim of his hat covered his forehead. Only a hint of dreaminess could be seen in the gap between light and shadow. His eyes were like bubbles in the water, floating in the clouds, looking at the woman greedily.

The pupils were sometimes focused and sometimes empty. It wasn't until the woman sent the girl to the school gate and slowly left that the man under the shade of the tree showed any reaction.

The man stared at the woman nervously, waiting to find that the woman had not noticed him, then he slowly walked out of the shade of the tree, and the weak sunlight shone on his face.

He is Arthur, and this woman is his salvation...

The woman walked through the bustling streets, passed through tall buildings, and boarded a rail train, with Arthur following gently.Not daring to make a sound or go up to say hello, Arthur just looked at the woman secretly in the gap between light and shadow from time to time, as if he was enjoying a beautiful piece of music.

The woman took out an exquisite book from her handbag and carefully read the stories in it. She was immersed in the hustle and bustle of the train. She never noticed that in that dark and remote corner, the eyes that had been staring at her.

Those eyes were greedy and dreamy, like a roosting bat in the middle of the night.

The train passed through several streets, and bursts of noise came. The woman put away the books in her hands and looked around. Arthur quickly pulled down the brim of his hat, not daring to stare at the woman anymore.

The woman stretched, put away the books in her hands, put them gently into her handbag, and followed the passengers off the train.

The woman walked towards a splendid tall building, where she worked. Arthur followed her to the door before he remembered. He turned around and fled like a dog, acting funny, like a clown.

The night came as expected, and it was still so peaceful tonight. Arthur opened his diary and was recording some stories in it.

After a while, Arthur stopped the pen in his hand, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette, looked at the moonlight outside the window, lit it, and took a deep breath. Arthur's mood did not calm down. Pick up the pen again and prepare to continue revising.

However, Arthur picked up the pen with his left hand, looked at the notebook with a smile, and wrote one sentence stroke by stroke:

“One of the worst things about being mentally ill is people expecting you to pretend you’re not sick.”

After writing, Arthur laughed from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, the doorbell rang in the quiet room. Arthur reacted from his dazed state, casually put on a long-sleeved shirt and walked towards the door.

"Oh..." As soon as he opened the door, Arthur looked at the woman outside the door in surprise. Arthur tried to calm down his emotions.

"Hi..." Arthur looked at it for a long time before calming down and saying.

"Hi..." The woman smiled and looked at Arthur.

"Are you following me today?" the woman asked doubtfully.

Arthur's mind was like bees lingering in his ears for a moment, and his brain buzzed, and he just subconsciously answered: "Yes."

"I knew it would be you. I thought you would come to my house to rob." The woman smiled, as if she didn't care that Arthur was following her.

Arthur was a little excited. He was very happy that the other party did not dislike him. Arthur calmed down and said with a smile: "Okay, I happen to have a gun. I can continue to visit tomorrow."

"Hahahaha, you are so funny, Arthur." The woman smiled, like a bright rose in spring.

"Yeah, yes, you know, I'm a stand-up comedian. If you have a chance, you can come and watch my performance." Arthur shyly invited the woman.

"No problem." The woman smiled and nodded.

"Really..." Arthur looked at the woman with expectant eyes.

"Well, yes, tell me the time for the next performance." The woman nodded and said affirmatively.

"Okay." Arthur looked at the woman, as if he had received great support.

The woman smiled, waved to Arthur, and left the door of Arthur's house.

Arthur walked out of the door, looked at the woman's back, and seemed to be in a trance. Arthur shouted loudly: "Hey, can you tell me your name?"

"Taylor, Taylor Swift." The woman turned back and said with a smile, and then the shadow wrapped around him and disappeared in the corridor. Arthur smiled, and the name was the same as he imagined...

After a long time, Arthur returned home and closed the door...

"If you feel happy, move your ears~"

"If you feel happy~"

"If you're happy, express it~"

"If you feel happy, move your ears~"

"If you feel happy, just stamp your feet~"

In a children's hospital, melodious fairy tale songs came from the ward.

In the room, Arthur, who was dressed in a doctor's white coat and dressed as a clown, was dancing happily to the melody. On both sides were the children and nurses in the ward. A cheerful clown performance made the children's pain from the disease much less severe. It seemed like everyone was looking at the clown in the center of the stage with a smile on their face.

"If you're happy, express it~"

"If you feel happy, move your ears~"

"If you feel happy, just stamp your feet~"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A revolver rolled down from the clown's pants...

"Ah!!" A sharp voice sounded. It turned out that Arthur heard the noise, looked down at the ground, and found that his gun had rolled down. He screamed uncontrollably and ran to pick up his gun. pistol.

For a moment... the whole place was quiet. The children looked at Arthur with doubtful expressions. The nurses glared at Arthur with angry expressions. Only Arthur was left, looking nervously at the crowd around him.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" A child looked at Arthur, pointed at him with his finger, and made a beeping sound from his mouth...