Chapter 476 Hello, Clown (67)
Winter in Manse is extremely cold.
The homeless people chose to huddle together, stuffing newspapers into their clothes, and wearing cotton clothes that were still worn out from plastic bags.
In order to survive the cold Manse winter, no matter you were a banker or an entrepreneur before, the last thing you need now is dignity.
Under the overpass, a group of ragged homeless people crowded together, shrinking their hands and feet, trying to reduce their heat dissipation range.
On winter nights, the temperature will drop to more than 20 degrees below zero, and a large number of people huddled outside will freeze to death.
During the day the next day, their clothes would be stripped off, and then they would be naked, like scraps, carried on a flatbed truck by cleanup workers, and taken to the funeral home for random disposal.
That night, homeless people from all over the country gathered together to stay warm. They looked at a man huddled in the corner across from them with cold eyes, and then closed their eyes indifferently.
Even if that person becomes a homeless man, he is still a freak. He does not beg all day long, asks some weird questions, and gets beaten up from time to time. The next day is the same as before. He is like a cockroach with tenacious vitality. There is only one People have survived one cold winter night after another.
Today he was as usual, with messy hair, a charming smile on his face, and red blood tears under his eyes, which was extremely weird.
A group of people suddenly walked down from the bridge and kicked and punched the clown involuntarily. In their words, it seemed that the clown had overheard something.
"This is a lunatic who won't say much."
The clown was laughing, laughing so wildly that his whole body twitched.
That group of people found it boring to argue with such a fool. They probably didn't even understand what they were talking about, so they left cursing.
Before leaving, a man gave the clown another kick. This kick broke the clown's eye. From then on, he was blind in one eye. The blood and tears under his eyes were like his second eyes, watching. It makes people frown.
As spring passed and autumn came, the clown had a notebook in which he kept recording something. One day he was sitting on the bridge, holding a pencil and drawing something.
A woman walked by with her daughter. When the little girl saw the drawings in the clown's book, her eyes widened in curiosity.
"Mom, he has a beautiful sister in his book."
"What kind of sister is not a sister?" The girl looked at the clown.
"Uncle, your painting is so beautiful."
The clown raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth, but he was no longer as gloomy and scary as usual.
The woman lowered her eyes and saw a pair of very light eyes, deep and clear, as beautiful as gems.
The clown smiled and spoke.
"She looks good, she is my wife."
The woman asked involuntarily.
"Then your wife..."
"She is waiting for me in heaven. I can go to her soon."
The woman was speechless. She felt a little distressed subconsciously. Then she took a closer look at the face in front of her. She didn't know why, but she always felt that this face was very familiar. A name was right on her lips, ready to be called out.
The clown got up and limped away.
The woman's eyes followed the back figure, and suddenly she murmured.
"Mr. Clown."
As a result, the figure had disappeared at the end of the bridge.
A few years later, the Clown Tramp left the dungeon, and no one knew why, just as he suddenly came here and suddenly disappeared from here.
But on the desk of the inspection bureau, there was suddenly a stack of documents, which contained a lot of criminal evidence about a certain extra-legal force. Based on this evidence, the inspection team arrested the leader of that force in an honest and fair manner, and All his properties were sealed as evidence.
(End of chapter)