Chapter 192: The Humor of the Story of Fear (2)
When they entered the venue, it was just in time for the applause, and it turned out that the second show was over.
"What did you just perform?" Sally asked, with wide, curious eyes.
"The show just now was a horse taming show, which is to let the horses do some cute movements." "If you want to see it, you can come tomorrow night, it's still free for you." β
Now the third show is being performed - tightrope walking. Several people stood at the entrance, and the conductor wanted to ask Robles for the ticket money, but Gotland explained, and the conductor smiled and nodded.
A few of them stood in place and didn't move forward, because it was the plot where the actor had just walked on a tightrope. The two sisters were fascinated. Gottland was eager for them to sit down quickly, but it was inconvenient for him, a well-known clown actor, to sit in the audience, and yet he was eager to stand with Miss Roberts, so he simply stood together.
Robles hugged Sally, and the two of them looked nervously at the actor walking on the tightrope, their hands clasped tightly.
GΓΆtland wanted to hug her gently and comfort her frightened heart, but he didn't dare to do that, because their relationship was supposed to be just ...... Friends.
Suddenly, the wind blew in from the door, and he quietly moved behind Robles to shield them from the wind.
Robles and Sally's emotions were always mobilized by the tightrope walker, and in the middle of it, the actor's body shook violently, and the audience let out panicked sounds. Sally cried out in fright, and Robos hugged her tightly: "Don't be afraid, sister, you see him standing there well." β
Sally quietly looked at the wire rope through the gap in her little hand covering her eyes, and saw the acrobat standing firmly on it, and let out a long breath.
Gotland was amused by Sally's cute appearance, and he asked Robles, "Could it be that this is the first time you've seen a circus show?" β
Robles pursed her lips and smiled: "When I was five years old, my parents showed me once, it was in a small town in the countryside, a circus that hated simplicity, too far worse than yours. β
Gottland looked at Robles' crimson cheeks and watched with fascination.
It wasn't until the audience erupted in applause that he realized that the tightrope show was over.
"Mr. Clown, no, I should call you Mr. Gotland, that show was wonderful!" Robles' expression was very excited, "That person really made it all the way. β
"Of course, the people in our group are very professional. Well, don't stand, you might as well sit in your seat. β
"What about you?" Robles asked.
"Me?" Gottland's heart burst into laughter, he didn't expect this girl to care about him. While this simple question doesn't necessarily mean concern, it's easy for a falling in love Gotland to think of it.
He smirked for a moment and said, "I'm going to go backstage to prepare, and it's time for me to perform on the next show." β
"Then I'm really looking forward to it." Robles smiled sweetly.
The next one was a lion taming performance, and the audience erupted in exclamations and applause from time to time.
Gotland was doing his warm-up exercise earnestly, and the thought of Robles' smiling face filled him with energy.
Finally waited for him to play. The host excitedly said, "The next show is our star Mr. Gotland's trapeze show!" β
The spotlight was on Gotland's body again, and he flew his arms in the air, deftly flying from side to side. The audience screamed.
He whirled on the pipe, reaching out his hands to the audience for applause.
After the performance, he received the warmest applause. The entire audience shouted his name:
"Gotland! Gotland! Gotland! β
He took a flower from his back and offered it to Robles, who smiled shyly and gracefully like a blushing moon.
Gotland's heart rippled, and he felt that the girl in front of him should be in love with him. After all, a star like him should be very popular with women.
He returns backstage to remove his makeup and change clothes, and when he comes out, he finds that everyone in the audience has left, including Robles and Sally. Looking at the empty auditorium, some indescribable sense of loss rose in his heart.
The trainer walked up to him with a cigar in his mouth, and squinted at the gentleman Gottland, who had a faint sorrow between his brows.
This clown performer, now wearing denim overalls, brown plaid shirt, orange hair and green eyes are very matching, and his delicate and fair face is radiant, although he is in his twenties, he is not old by nature, like a beautiful boy of seventeen or eighteen years old in a fairy tale.
He is now in the prime of life, and his appearance is at its peak, but it is a pity that he did not let his beloved girl see his true appearance today.
The horse trainer laughed and put a hand on his shoulder: "Brother, you look like Sichun, which girl do you fall into?" β
Gotland scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "It's a woman named Robles, who works in a bakery. β
"Ugh." The trainer sighed, "Brother, I advise you not to fall in love with our audience. Because the focus of my audience has never been on us. I'm sure they forget about us as soon as they get home and only think of us when they want to see something interesting. After all, no one cares what the clown really looks like, because they just want to see you look ugly. Of course, no one paid attention to me as a horse trainer because they just wanted to see how the horses performed. β
Gottland lowered his head, thought for a moment, and quickly raised his head, his eyes as if full of stars: "Then I'll let Robles see me for what I really am." I'm sure she'll like me. β
During the day the next day, Gotland dressed up and put on a suit and an orange bow tie to match his orange hair.
"I remember she said she worked in a bakery, but there are several bakeries around here." Gotland searched one by one.
Finally, the hard work paid off, and he saw Robles in a bakery on the far corner of the street. She was taking the freshly made loaf of bread out of the kitchen and placing it on the shelf.
Robles was still wearing the dress with a large apron over it. The aroma of the bakery whets the appetite of Gotland.
He walked into the bakery and was very happy to see the dazzling array of bread and cakes with the girl he loved.
"Hey, I'm here." He said hello awkwardly.
Robles looked at him in surprise: "Excuse me, guest, are you here to buy bread?" β
Gottland suddenly remembered that Robles didn't know his true face. However, he didn't want to let her know now, so he wanted to pretend to be a guest who happened to come to buy bread.
"Well, yes. I haven't eaten in the morning, so what kind of bread do you think I should buy? Gottland asked Roberts, stroking his chin.
"Well, it depends on what you want to eat or what your family wants to eat." Robles replied.
"Which one should you eat in the morning when you haven't eaten breakfast?" Gotland continued to pick bread.
"......," Roberts didn't know how to answer him, "sir, don't think about such complicated things, just pick what you want to eat." β
"And which one do you prefer?"
"Me?" Roberts's expression looked a little impatient,
"It doesn't matter which one I like to eat."
"I just want to eat what you like." Gottland said shyly.
"Sir, I'm going to be angry if you do this again!" Roberts's tone suddenly became spicy, his cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes became much sharper than before.
The innocent Gotland realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he cried out in his heart and hurriedly apologized: "Miss, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that." β
When Robles heard him say this, his anger subsided, but his enthusiasm ceased to appear.
Gottland hurriedly bought a pineapple bread, looked at Roberts's cold face, and panicked in his heart.
"Miss, how about I buy half of the bread to show my apologies?"
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Robles' face. She said sweetly, "Okay, please choose for yourself, or I'll help you choose?" β
Gotland breathed a sigh of relief: "You can help me choose." β
The process of choosing bread was so warm that Gotland seemed to sink into a dream, and after a while he noticed Roberts's words: "Sir, the bread has been chosen, do we need to send someone to deliver it to our home?" β
"No, I can carry it myself."
Gotland finally couldn't help but ask, "Miss, may I ask, can I go to the circus show tonight with you?" The reason why he asked this was because he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to go to the circus and confess everything to Roberts, who he believed would like him.
Robles frowned slightly: "However, I have an appointment tonight." He was a middle-aged gentleman who had a large estate. β
Gottland's heart suddenly hurt: "No, although you are good-looking, you are just a poor working girl, how can the lord of the big manor like you?" As soon as he said this, he regretted it and couldn't help but stick out his tongue.
Robles's appearance was obviously a little angry, she took a deep breath, calmed her mood a little, and then said: "He has had two wives and three children, and I am afraid that this is the reason that dragged him down." β
"That's right. But why would you agree to his date, would you be with him? β
"If he proposed to me, I think I'd say yes. But he probably doesn't really want to be with me, and what we just said is just hypothetical. Robles put her finger on her chin, lifted her head, accidentally fantasized about living with the farmer, and began to giggle sweetly.
"But you're not even twenty years old, and he's had two wives." Gotland's mood was a little tense, even as he struggled to contain his sense of loss.
"So what does it matter?" Roberts's tone was lighthearted.
"Do you like his money, I have money too! Every one of my ......" Gotland almost slipped out.
Roberts suddenly realized something, hurriedly stood up and said, "Could it be that you ......?"
"You're the most depressing person I've ever met." In this way, Mr. Clown confessed, a hasty but sincere confession in his true colors.
However, Robles said, "Well, I actually like mature men, and you're just too immature." β
"But can I pursue you?"
"Of course, who says I can't possibly like you."
Hearing this, Gotland, who was originally depressed, suddenly jumped up with joy, and he excitedly picked up three large paper bags of bread: "Robles, I'll come to you again tomorrow, I wish you all the best today." β
Robles looked at his back with a smirk and said to herself, "This man is really interesting, but how did he know my name?" β
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