The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 477 Hello, Clown (67)

Mansey's winter is extremely cold.

The homeless 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 in the cold Manse winter, no matter whether you were a banker or an entrepreneur in the past, the last thing you need now is dignity.

Under the overpass, a group of vagrants in ragged clothes crowded together, shrinking their hands and feet, trying to reduce their heat dissipation range as much as possible.

On winter nights, the temperature will drop to more than minus 20 degrees, and a large number of people who huddle around will be frozen to death.

During the daytime on the second day, their clothes will be stripped off, and then they will be naked, like waste products, and will be lifted onto a flatbed truck by the cleaning workers and pulled into the funeral home for casual disposal.

That night, homeless people from all over the world got together and reported to the group to keep warm. They looked coldly at the opposite person curled up in a corner, 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 is beaten up from time to time. The next day, he is like a tenacious cockroach. People, however, survived one cold winter night after another.

Today he is still the same as usual, with messy hair, a piercing smile on his face, and red blood tears under his eyes, which is extremely weird.

A group of people suddenly came down from the bridge hole, punching and kicking the clown involuntarily. In their words, it seemed that the clown had overheard some news.

"This is a madman, he won't say much."

The clown was laughing, laughing wildly, laughing so hard that his whole body twitched.

That group of people felt that it was boring, and they bothered with such a fool. They probably couldn't even understand what they were saying, so they left cursing.

Before leaving, someone kicked the clown again. This kick broke the clown's eye. Since then, he has been blind in one eye, and the blood and tears in his eyes are like his second eye. It makes people frown.

From spring to autumn, the clown has a notebook, and he has been recording something. One day he was sitting on the bridge, holding a pencil and drawing something.

A woman walked by with her daughter. The little girl stared curiously at the picture in the clown's book.

"Mom, there is a beautiful sister in his notebook."

"Why is my sister not my sister?"

The girl looks at the clown.

"Uncle, your paintings are so beautiful."

The clown raised his head, and the corners of his mouth turned up, but he was no longer gloomy and terrifying as usual.

The woman lowered her eyes, and she saw a pair of extremely shallow eyes, deep and clear, beautiful like gems.

The clown smiled.

"It's nice, it's my wife."

The woman asked involuntarily.

"Then your wife..."

"She is waiting for me in heaven, and I can go to her right away."

The woman was speechless, she subconsciously felt distressed, and when she looked at the face in front of her carefully, for some reason, she always felt that this face was very familiar, and a name was on her lips, ready to be pronounced.

The clown got up and limped away.

The woman followed the figure with her eyes, and suddenly, she murmured.

"Clown... sir."

As a result, the figure had disappeared at the end of the bridge.

A few years later, the clown tramp left the dungeon. No one knew why, just as he suddenly came here and disappeared from here.

It's just that there was suddenly a stack of documents on the desk of the inspection bureau, which was full of criminal evidence about a certain extrajudicial force. All his property was sealed as evidence.

(End of this chapter)