Frontispiece:

The spotlight precisely controlled by the electronic circuit, one interval after another, the time is exactly the same, constantly changing several colors with obvious color differences, and it is easy to distinguish, and so on...

The projection slides reflect the swaying spots of light, scattered throughout the venue, flowing in the audience, each as if sheltered in the leafy rainforest, the figure flickering and darkening, as if lost in the bottom of the sea. The colorful halo of light on the calm sea surface is refracted by the turbulent seawater, and the layers are scattered, becoming more and more trance-like... It's getting more and more confusing...

The flamboyantly dressed performers completed one thrilling action after another, stretching their whole bodies, relaxing and powerful, controlling their bodies vividly and delicately under the wide opening and closing, and their gestures were as easy as breathing.

They tossed and turned three feet above the ground.

The pedals are frighteningly long, and they show off their skill in controlling balance. Brightly colored ribbons were wrapped around the body, and the slender Wia flew over the stage.

Behind the curtain, a young man in a clown mask was surprisingly quiet, out of the world, without excitement or nervousness about to perform on stage, just looking straight ahead through the gap in the mask. Regardless of what was happening on the stage, he silently observed the audience.

He scanned the unprecedented joy of the scene, and his gaze was like that of a supreme judge.

At this moment, the world before him was a tumultuous one, and his soul was sleeping at the bottom of the sea, where he could clearly see the movements of those on the shore, but only to hear a few sparse echoes.

Whether he tried to call the people on the shore in vain, or the people on the shore desperately shouted at him, it was like the air and sea in the aquarium that were cut off by tempered glass, and they could never penetrate.

Perhaps this is the difference in bloodline, the difference in the roots.

Human beings are like this, constantly bothering the people around them for their own needs, and in order to find tribute to life, the nutrient called pleasure, and unconsciously they themselves are also deeply trapped in this whirlpool because of the needs of others.

Because they want to see exciting things, they are born to put on performances that risk their lives, and they also recruit people who are working on errands and planning to profit from them. The operator, who clearly saw what he wanted to see, but was envious of the fact that he had made a lot of money, but was a little inhumane, was also compassionate about the performers.

is obviously a beast born from his own heart, but he complains about the sour smell of capital and the cruelty of the world. Knowing that he has nothing, the air he breathes, the sunlight he enjoys, the nutrients he absorbs, and even his own body are the world's coincidence that has gathered together the elements that have been floating for hundreds of millions of years.

The price of borrowed things in nature is clearly marked one by one, and it is called a transaction in the name of beauty, which is the earthly web woven by human beings themselves...

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"Boring, let's end it quickly today..."

The Mask Clown slowly walked to the center of the stage, and the previous performance team exited through another stage door.

The Osram spotlight turned off, the Robe slide lights faded away, the Vari–Lite floodlights turned on, and the Barco auditorium lights lit up.

What catches my eye is a slender figure, a mysterious man with a handful of ponytails, the hips are exercised just right, the loose performance clothes cannot stop his slightly raised willfulness, and under the collapsed top, you can vaguely detect that the man's waist is slightly narrow, and the posture is very delicate.

Even the walking posture has the charm of a Taoist soldier, and his demeanor is graceful and awe-inspiring.

Central, one person, one long whip only. Outside the field, everyone, holding their breath, all stood still. Beasts, lined up, solemnly waiting to be read.

The restless air froze, and the energy of the hidden dragon leaping into the abyss was stored. Dense and compressed, compressed and re-constricted, any spark that is about to be extinguished can make it collapse and collapse.

As soon as the long whip came out, the strong tail dragged out, throwing out a soft and robust trajectory, hooking at the end of the rope, like a dragon looking back, a blow of anger, scattering the dust attached to the rope.

The muscles of the arms were tense, and the green tendons were exposed, which were very abrupt on the fair skin.

If over-exercising will make your skin lose its color, if over-protective, it will make your arms lose their lines, then he must be an anomaly, what kind of body skin this is, eroded by sweat but washed away the lead mud, like peeling off the skin from the inside to the outside of the life force, more and more bright and white.

I can't help but wonder what kind of dignity will be under the mask?

The clown's mouth was constantly moving, and from a distance it looked like it was giving the beasts a training code.

"It's so handsome..."

"Why am I so handsome?"

The Mask Clown doesn't seem to need any superfluous hints or passwords to directly influence the beasts, and if you look closely, there is no way to follow his whip... It's all about feeling...

"The action should be handsome, and the speed should be fast. ”

The body of the masked clown ignited the soul of the "middle two" unique to this age, his iris gradually burned scarlet, and a smile crossed the corner of his mouth. Those beasts are also infected with this surging undercurrent, and they are more wild, and their movements are much faster... But he still does the prescribed actions in an orderly manner...

The lions and tigers passed by from the fire rings one by one, rubbing their hair, thrilling and exciting.

A pair of beast feet leap into the air in unison, avoiding all kinds of traps.

Just at the climax, the moment of boiling the audience.

The masked clown looks up at the starry sky at 45°, his legs slightly bent and slightly apart, his body leans back, and his palms are facing the sky in a shouting shape.

This is obviously a prelude to amplifying the move, and the audience is attentive, for fear that a blink of an eye will miss the most exciting moment!

"Ahh

It's coming, it's coming, and everyone looks at it expectantly.

............

"Sneeze~!"

This spoof-like sneeze not only did not diminish the atmosphere of the venue, but only added fuel to the fire and cheerful the atmosphere.

But the fact is that this whip has never been cleaned, and it has been swinging non-stop from its appearance to the present, and every swing of force is to make the particles soar, and it is strange if you don't sneeze!

"Will your wages be deducted again?"

The Clown in the Mask dragged his mournful body to the circus owner's lounge after completing the rest of the show without any danger.