Chapter 42 Square Q...the clown finally couldn't help crying...

The clown patted his chest, and after saying a few words of praise for himself, the dwarfs who formed a big circle immediately dispersed and went to eat, drink and have fun.Some dwarves picked up the fruit on the table and ate it, while others were busy pouring drinks.As they drank the sparkling, sparkling magic drink, they raised their voices and called out the names of the various spices: "Honey!" "Mint!" "Raspberry!" "Ring root!" "Grass!" Grandpa Floyd sat watching me.Although he is an old man with gray hair and wrinkled face, his eyes are still very sharp, like two crystal clear emeralds.I can't help but think of the old saying that people often say: The eyes are the window to the soul.

The clown clapped his hands vigorously again. "Have you figured out the mystery hidden in this card game?" The clown asked loudly.The gnomes in the hall did not respond.The clown stretched out his arms anxiously and waved them around: "Don't you understand that Floyd is the sailor who came to the island with a deck of playing cards, and we are what those cards become. You guys Guys are pigheads, as stupid as him!" The dwarves in the hall looked at each other, not knowing what the clown was talking about.They also didn't seem very interested in the "mystery" that the clown said.

"Hmph, this guy just likes to cause trouble!" Cube Queen scolded. "Yeah, this guy is really annoying." Another dwarf also cursed. The clown sat high on the throne with a sad face.After a while, he asked again: "Doesn't anyone understand?" He was so angry that the bells on his body jingled. "We don't understand!" the dwarves responded in unison. "Don't you see that Floyd played us all, and I'm a fool myself?" Some gnomes stretched out their hands to cover their eyes and ears; others gulped down rainbow soda.Clearly, none of them wanted to understand what the Joker had said.

The King of Spades walked to a table and picked up a bottle of sparkling drink.He raised the bottle in front of the clown and asked him: "Are we invited here today to guess riddles, or to drink rainbow soda?" "We are here today to find out the truth of the matter." The clown answers the king of spades. Grandpa Floyd suddenly grabbed my arm, put his mouth next to my ear, and whispered, "I'm really worried that after this banquet is over, everything I have worked so hard to create on the island will be ruined." clean." "Shall I stop him?" I asked.

Frode shook his head again and again: "No, no! This card game must be played according to his own set of rules." Before it was too late, Jack of Spades rushed forward and pulled the clown off the throne. Several other Jacks rushed forward.The three Jacks held the Joker down and asked Plum Jack to pour a bottle of Rainbow Soda into his mouth. The clown tightly shut his mouth, desperately spitting out the poured soda. "The clown spits out a shiny drink." The clown wiped his mouth and recited the lines that a dwarf just said in the game. "No more clowns drinking 'deceived water', thinking becomes clearer."

He jumped up suddenly, grabbed the soda in Plum Jack's hand, and threw it to the floor.Then he went to each table and broke the bottles and jars on all four tables.In an instant, clusters of glass shards splashed all over the banquet hall.Though shards of glass were falling on the dwarves, no one was cut, except Flo; Grandpa De hung up some tinsel, and I saw a drop of blood run down his hand. The glistening liquid ran across the floor and pooled into a sticky pool.Several two-point and three-point gnomes lay on the floor, stuck their tongues into the scattered glass shards, and licked the rainbow soda that had been lost on the ground.They spit out the glass shards on their mouths casually, as if nothing had happened.The other dwarves stood by, dumbfounded.

The King of Spades gave an order: "Listen, Jack! You go and chop off the clown's head immediately!" Four Jacks swished their swords out and strode towards the Joker. I couldn't bear to stand by and was about to intervene when I felt a pair of hands firmly grasping my arms. The clown's little face immediately crumpled in fright. "Only buffoons," he murmured, "no...no one else..." With a wow, the clown finally couldn't help crying loudly. The four Jacks were taken aback and took a few steps back.In the banquet hall, the dwarves who covered their ears and eyes with their hands raised their heads one after another, looking at the weeping clown sitting on the throne with bewildered faces.Apparently, they'd seen the Joker's pranks over the years, but they'd never seen him cry.

Grandpa Frod's eyes glistened with tears.I suddenly realized that among this group of people, he was most concerned about this little guy who likes to make trouble.The old man stretched out his arms, wrapped around the clown's shoulders, and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Heng clown pushed the old man's hand away. The King of Hearts goes to the four Jacks and stops them from attacking the Joker."I must remind you that a weeping head cannot be cut off," he said. "How annoying!" snorted Jack of Spades. The King of Hearts went on: "Besides, by a very old law, we must let a head finish its sentence before we cut off its head. And now, since the cards are not yet completely laid out, I order you to lift the jester up." to the table before beheading him."

"Thank you, Your Majesty Ron," the clown sniffed. "In this game of cards, His Majesty is the only king with thirteen good hearts." The four Jacks obeyed and lifted the clown onto a table.The clown lay down, resting his head on his arms, and bent one leg over the other.In this posture he delivered a long speech.The dwarves in the banquet hall rushed forward and gathered around the clown. "I was the last to come to this village," said the Clown. "Everyone thinks that I am different. So, I have been alone all these years on the island: I used to live alone."

The joker's words tugged at the heartstrings of the dwarves.Everyone listened attentively.Apparently the gnomes on the island have wondered over the years why this jester was different from them. "I don't belong to any family," continued the Joker. "I am neither hearts, nor diamonds, nor clubs, nor spades. I am neither king, nor jack, nor eight, nor ace. I'm just a buffoon hanging around here.As for what kind of person the Harlequin is, I don't even know myself.Every time I shake my head, those bells on my body will jingle to remind me.I am a man without a home.I have no number and no occupation.I can't go to the glass factory and blow glass with the cube gnomes, or go into the bakery and make bread with the girl with hearts.The plum gnomes are all experts at growing flowers and vegetables, but I don't know anything about gardening.The spades guys are all muscular, but I have no strength to restrain the chicken.I'll always stand by and watch you work.However, just because of this reason, I can see the truth of the matter better than you - the bystanders are clear, and the authorities are confused. "

The Clown was lying on the table, shaking his legs as he spoke, and tinkling his bells. "Every morning you go to work, but you never really wake up. Of course, you see the sun and the moon every day, the stars in the sky, and everything that moves on the ground, but you don't see it. Being a buffoon I am different because I came into this world with a defect; I have seen too much and too much." Hearing this, Queen Cube interrupted him impatiently: "Clown, if you have something to say, just say it. If you really see something that we didn't see clearly, just say it." "I see myself!" said the Clown. "I see myself crawling among the leaves in the garden." "Can you see yourself crawling on the ground from the sky?" Two of Hearts asked. "Are your eyes like a bird's, with a pair of wings that can fly?" "Yes, so to speak." The clown replied. "It's no use taking a little mirror out of your pocket and looking at yourself—like the four queens of our village. They were so concerned with their looks, and so busy looking in the mirror every day, that they forgot the meaning of life." The real purpose." "This guy is talking too much! Presumptuous!" Cube Queen shouted. "Should we just let him go on rampant like this?" "I'm not just talking," the clown continued. "I feel this deep inside. I feel like a form full of... full of life... an unusual creature... with skin, hair and nails... a living, conscious puppet, with It's like a rubber man who can be rubbed and manipulated... As a clown, I can't help but ask: where did this rubber man come from?" "Shall we just let him talk nonsense?" said the King of Spades angrily.The King of Hearts nodded, agreeing with the King of Spades. "We live the zombie clown and cheer, waving his arms. His bells jingle. "We live in a magical fairy tale.I had to pinch my arms every now and then to make sure I was really alive. " "I often pinch myself, will it hurt?" Three Red Hearts asked softly. "Every time I hear my bell ring, I know I'm alive," said the clown. "And all I have to do is move my body, and the bell will ring." The clown stretched out his arms and waved them vigorously.The dwarves backed away a few steps in fright. The King of Hearts cleared his throat and asked, "Joker, do you know where the rubber people come from?" "You have already guessed this mystery, but you have only a half-knowledge, and you can't fully understand the mystery. Your minds are so weak that you have to get together to study the simplest problem for a long time. You know why Because you drink too much rainbow soda. The buffoon says I'm a mysterious puppet; you're just as mysterious as he is, but you don't realize it. Not only don't you feel it, you don't even feel it , because when you drink rainbow soda, you only taste honey, mint, strawberry, etc. You never realize your own existence, like a person who tastes everything in the world, but forgets that he has a mouth. You It's a group of people who drink rainbow soda and forget that they are mysterious puppets. The buffoon keeps trying to tell you the truth, but you don't hear it. All your perceptions, including your vision, are blocked by apples, pears, strawberries and bananas.Of course, you all have eyes, but what do you do with your eyes when you're only looking for rainbow soda to drink? Harlequin dares to say that, because only a harlequin knows the truth. " The dwarves looked at each other, each one dumbfounded. "Rubber Man, where did you come from?" the King of Hearts asked again. "We are all Floyd's imagination." Ugly waved his arms again. "One day, the images in his head became so vivid that they jumped out into the world one by one. The buffoon cried out: Impossible, as impossible as the sun and the moon! But the sun and the moon are real exist." The dwarves stared blankly at Grandpa Frod, startled, and the old man grabbed my wrist. "There are more intriguing things," said the Clown. "Who the hell is Floyd? He is also a strange puppet full of life. He is the only puppet of this kind on the island; in fact, he belongs to another deck of cards. There were a few cards; and no one knew who the dealer was. The buffoon only knew one thing: Floyd was also a puppet—one morning, he popped out of nowhere and appeared alive in this world. Come on. From the brow of which god did he pop, the Harlequin would like to know. He'll keep going until he finds out." The gnomes started to stir, as if they had just woken up from a long hibernation.The two of hearts and the three of hearts find a broom and start to sweep the floor. The four kings crossed their shoulders and formed a circle, biting their ears and discussing things quietly.After a while, the King of Hearts turned his head and said to the clown; "On behalf of the four kings in the village, I announce with great sorrow that we believe that what the clown just said is true." "Why does Your Majesty feel so sad when you hear the facts?" The clown asked.He was still lying on the table, but this time on his side, propping himself up on his elbows, looking up at the King of Hearts. This time it was the King of Cubes to speak: "We are very sad that the clown told us the truth, because it means that the lord must die." "Why must the lord die?" the clown asked respectfully. "The death sentence must be pronounced in accordance with the law." The King of Plum Blossoms replied: "When the truth comes out, if we let Floyd walk about the village, we will think when we see him that we dwarfs are all false things he created. Therefore, Floyd must die. Under the swords of the four Jacks." The clown climbed off the table.He stretched out his arm, pointed at Grandpa Floyd and said to the four kings: "The master and the things he created should not live together, because each other will feel disgusted by each other, and the more they look at each other, the more they dislike each other. Flood Fred's imagination was so rich and vivid that in the end the characters of his fantasies popped out of his head and into the real world. However, it would be unfair to blame Freud for this." King Plum Blossom stretched out his hand, straightened the little crown on his head, and said: "Everyone has the freedom and right to fantasize, but he also has the responsibility to remind his fantasies that they are nothing but his fantasies. Otherwise, he is playing tricks on them; in which case they have the right to kill him." Outside the window, the sun was obscured by a cloud cover.The entire banquet hall suddenly darkened. "Jack, do you hear us?" growled the King of Spades. "Go and chop off the head of the lord!" I jumped up from my seat.At this moment, I heard Jack of Spades say: "We don't need to do anything. Your Majesty, the lord is dead." I turned around and looked back to see Grandpa Floyd lying motionless on the floor.I've seen dead people before, but now that I see grandpa like that, I know that he will never look at me with those piercing eyes again. In an instant, I felt extremely hesitant and lonely.I was all alone on this island, surrounded by a swarm of living poker cards, none of whom was real like me. The dwarves crowded around Grandpa Frod, jostling and jostling.Their faces were expressionless.When I first arrived on the island yesterday, the expressions on their faces were not as dull as they are now. I saw Hong Xinyao put her mouth to the ear of the King of Hearts and whispered a few words. Then, she ran out of the banquet hall and disappeared without a trace. "Now, we can finally be human beings!" declared the clown. "Frod is dead! The characters he created killed him." Feeling sad and angry, I strode up to the clown, grabbed him by the body, and shook him hard.The bells on his body jingled indiscriminately. "You killed him!" I screamed. "It was you who opened Grandpa Floyd's cupboard and stole the rainbow soda! You were the one who revealed the secret of the playing cards!" I threw the clown aside.The King of Spades declared: "Our guest of honor just said it right, and therefore we must cut off the head of the clown. We can never really get rid of our teaser unless we kill his clown. Jack obeys! Put the clown at once." Chop off your stupid head!" The clown runs away.He pushed away the seven o'clock and eight o'clock dwarfs in front of him, rushed out of the gate of the banquet hall, just like Hong Xinyao just now, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.I knew it was time for my trip on the island to end, so I followed the clown out of the hall.The golden sunset shines on the houses in the village, but I can no longer see the clown and the red heart.