The dark clouds in the sky swam freely, obscuring the moon from time to time, just as they did during the circus. The night owl's cry resounded throughout the forest, and even the townspeople heard the terrible cry to music, like a fear of the unknown and dissatisfaction with the fact that they could only walk nocturnally in search of prey.

The night owl aimed at several prey, but all of them pounced, and it flew back to the branch, barked a few more times, and then snoozed with half-squinted eyes.

Gotland lay on his large comfortable bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep, covering his head with a quilt from time to time, trying to isolate himself from the outside world for a short time. But the terrifying night owl cry in my heart still lingered in my ears.

He didn't know what he was afraid of, maybe he knew his fear, but he couldn't think about it for a while. After all, it's hard for a person who always comes first to admit that others are more popular than themselves. Once this person appears, he will have a terrible sense of loss.

It was a nightmare that Gotland had many nightmares, but when he woke up, he remembered nothing. Before you know it, morning has arrived, and Gotland opens his confused eyes with a feeling that he hasn't slept enough.

But he got out of bed anyway and dressed up again, especially the bow tie he bought for Christmas, which cost him two performances.

After looking in the mirror and feeling satisfied with himself, he hurried to the bakery. The moment he saw Robles in front of the bakery, his mood seemed to be instantly ignited. With a burning enthusiasm, he broke in.

"Robles......" he was about to say hello when he saw his beloved girl holding another man's hand.

In an instant, the blood seemed to freeze all over his head, and he heard the sound of the bottom of his heart shattering like ice, and the fragments seemed to be in a world of ice and snow, unable to melt, falling into his internal organs and piercing his body.

He felt as if time had stopped, and the air was mourning his innocent love. A few geese flew in the sky above the street, as if the mournful cries were also prepared for him.

He stood there in pain, looking carefully at the man next to Robles.

The man was dressed in a high-class coat, a gentleman's hat, and a pair of high-class crutches, and his face was noble and red, and he looked like he was about forty years old. Roberts called him Mr. Dahl.

He looked at himself again, he was dressed decently, and the shirt he was wearing was still a brand-name product. Quite a bit younger than the man. He thought he was much more attractive than Mr. Dadal.

Thinking of this, his heart didn't hurt so much again, and he thought, he should still have a chance.

He did not shy away from walking up to Roberts, and both Robos and Mr. Dahl looked at him in amazement.

Before Robles could speak, Gotland stared into her eyes and said, "Hello, I would like to formally introduce myself today, my name is Gotland, and I am the most famous clown actor in Modo City." ”

The expressions of the two people opposite were even more stunned.

Mr. Dahl was about to speak, but was stopped by Gotland: "Sir, it is me who is speaking to Miss Roberts, please do not interject." ”

Mr. Dahl tilted his head and whispered to himself, "Old man? Am I that old? Then he closed his mouth and smiled politely at Gotland, folded his hands together, and stood aside watching their conversation.

Miss Roberts's expression changed from surprise to surprise, and she did not put down her hand holding Mr. Dahl

Ran pulled tightly, and pointed at Gotland with his other hand and said, "So you are the clown Mr. Gotland that day!" ”

"That's right, that's me." Gotland smiled sweetly.

"Thank you so much that day, my sister loved your show. If you don't mind, I'll give you the money back now. Robles took a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to Gotland, "My sister and I are all bills." ”

"No need for that, Miss Roberts, I volunteered to help you that day. Please get the money back. Gotland hurriedly waved his hand.

Then Mr. Dahl took the bill from Robles' hand and handed it to Gotland: "Take it, lad. Actually, I should have paid you. ”

Gottland now understood that Mr. Dahl had given her some money to pursue Roberts.

He looked at Robles again, dressed in a new pale pink dress with a circle of pearls embroidered on her chest. Even the work apron on the outside is brand new.

Looking at Roberts's face again, this pretty little face is no longer as plain as yesterday, but is coated with a light layer of fat powder, exuding a refreshing rose fragrance, which is a precious cosmetics at first glance, and her face is white and flawless, as radiant as a shelled egg.

Gottland thought to himself: Oh no, these clothes and cosmetics must have been bought for her by Mr. Dahl, and judging by the speed of Mr. Dahl's pursuit, I am afraid that before I can catch up with Miss Roberts, Mr. Dahl will marry her home as a step-room.

He was in a hurry in his heart, and he couldn't think of a better way, and his heart was already in a mess.

He cleared his throat, faced Robles, and said with a serious expression: "Miss Roberts, if you don't mind, can you go shopping with me today?" I'll help you ask the bakery owner for leave. He was so anxious that he immediately said what he wanted to say in his heart.

"However, it is really inconvenient for us to take time off. If I take time off today to go shopping, my boss will fire me. Thank you, Mr. Gotland, for your kindness, and go back first, and I'll talk to Mr. Dahl for a while. With an apologetic look in his eyes, Robles bowed slightly to Gotland.

"Okay then, I'll make an appointment with you tomorrow, do you have time tomorrow?" Gottland is still unrelenting.

"I'm going to work tomorrow too. I work from Monday to Saturday and only have Sundays off, but Mr. Dahl has made an agreement with me to take my sister and me to the playground on Sundays. Roberts's tone was even more apologetic, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Gottland. ”

"And what about next weekend?" Gottland then asked.

"I don't know if we will have time next weekend, but we'll talk about it then." There was some anxiety in Roberts's tone, "I really can't talk with you any longer, I still have to set aside time to say something to Mr. Dahl, you can go quickly." ”

At this time, Robles was actually already chasing Gotland, but his tone was not so tough. Gottland vaguely felt that Roberts had ordered another eviction, so he stopped pestering and walked out of the bakery in disappointment.

He thought to himself: I like you so much, I obviously help you and your sister go to the circus, and I am so young, not only rich but also famous, why do you like the lord of the manor, who is nearly forty years old?

Gottland was frustrated at this time, and he watched the pedestrians and carriages coming and going outside, busy figures crossing each other

Everyone has their own clear goals and pursuits, but his relationship is blocked and his work is in crisis.

Fear crept in unconsciously, and he seemed to see a huge black net in front of him attracting him, and the light of fame, fortune and love seemed to shine around the black web, luring him in that direction. But it seemed that he needed to exert great strength to walk towards the light, and if he was not careful, he would go to the black net and be tightly glued.

The evening show took place as scheduled. The big tent of the circus was erected, and the gaffer was busy working in it for a while, and suddenly the lights were bright.

At this time, the backstage is also starting to get busy. Various props, as well as horses and lions, also began to prepare.

Gotland walked slowly backstage, and he forcibly comforted himself in his heart: even if the magician's performance is popular, but after all, I have been popular for a few years, and the audience will not forget me like this. As long as I can continue to perform like this, the audience will pay attention to me again.

As soon as he walked backstage, before he could reach the dressing table, the horse trainer came over and stopped him: "Gotland, the head of the regiment is looking for you." ”

"What is the head of the regiment looking for me?" Gotland wondered, his eyebrows furrowed, "Isn't it going to be my waist to give me a raise, or is it going to increase my acting time?" ”

The horse trainer shook his head: "I'm afraid that's not the case, you better go and ask him, I feel that his face is very solemn." ”

Gottland's mind chuckled, his mind became even more confused, and he tried to suppress his cranky thoughts and force himself to compose. After taking a sip of water, he walked to the regiment commander's office nervously: "Regiment commander, what are you looking for me?" ”

The head of the troupe held the document in his hand, walked slowly on the ground, thought for a while, and then said to him: "Gotland, you also know that our nightly performance time is fixed and cannot be extended. Otherwise, the audience will have an opinion about us. ”

"I know, Mr. Commander. So, do you have any arrangements? ”

"Well, that's right. Mr. Shu Shu's show seemed to be more popular, so we wanted to extend the time of the magic show. And programs like horse taming, tightrope walking, etc., are also essential, so ......"

"So you want to cut my show?" Gotland's tone was suddenly agitated, and he sat up straight with trembling hands, staring at the regimental commander alertly.

"Not all of that, don't be nervous." The head of the troupe tried to reassure Gottland, "I won't shorten your show too much, after all, you were once our pillar." ”

It used to be our pillar...... This sentence flashed in Gotland's mind countless times in an instant, could it have been the past...... Mr. Shu Shu's show is more popular, yes, the magic show is so novel, everyone will like to watch it.

"So, Captain, how are you going to arrange my show?" When Gottland said this, he felt that his voice was not his own, and his mood had already fallen to a low point, and he was still gasping in the abyss.

"As for your show." The head of the regiment tapped his fingers and said, "I talked to the director and decided to cancel your trapeze show, extend Mr. Shu Shu's magic time, and directly use magic as the finale." Anyway, everyone is not very interested in trapeze anymore, and every time it is those few movements, and it is tired of watching. ”

As if there was a thunderbolt above his head, the news was the greatest humiliation Gottland had ever suffered in his life.

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