When they entered the venue, they happened to catch up with the applause. It turned out that the second program of equestrian training had ended.

"What was the performance just now?" Sally asked with her big curious eyes.

"The show just now was a horse training performance, which was to let the horses do some cute moves," Gotland explained. "If you want to watch it, you can come tomorrow night, and it will be free for you."

The third program is now being performed - Walking the Tightening Wire. Several people are standing at the entrance. The ticket seller was trying to ask Roberts for the ticket money. Gotland explained, and the ticket seller smiled and nodded.

They stood there and did not move forward because it was the plot where the actor had just walked on the tightrope. The two sisters were fascinated by it. Gotland wanted them to sit in the audience quickly, but he, a famous clown actor, was not convenient for him to sit in the audience. However, he wanted to stand with Miss Roberts, so he simply stood together.

Roberts hugged Sally, and the two of them looked nervously at the actor walking on the tightrope, holding their hands tightly together.

Gotland wanted to hug her gently and comfort her fearful heart, but he didn't dare to do that, because their relationship should be just... friends.

Suddenly the wind blowing in from the door became a little cold, and he quietly moved behind Roberts to block the wind for them.

Roberts and Sally were always moved by the actor walking on the tightrope. Midway through, the actor's body shook violently, and the audience made a panic sound. Sally screamed in fear, and Roberts hugged her tightly: "Sister, don't be afraid, look at him standing there."

Sally looked at the wire rope from the gap between her little hands covering her eyes, and saw the acrobat standing firmly on it, breathing a long sigh.

Gotland was amused by Sally's cute appearance, and he asked Roberts: "Is this your first time watching a circus performance?"

Roberts smiled with a pursed lips: "When I was five years old, my parents took me to see it once. It was in a small country town, a circus that hated me was far from yours."

Gotland looked at Roberts's blushing cheeks and was fascinated by the sight.

It was not until the audience burst into warm applause that he realized that the tightrope walking performance was over.

"Mr. Clown, no, I should call you Mr. Gotland. That performance was really exciting!" Roberts' expression was very excited, "That person has really finished the whole journey."

"Of course, the people in our group are very professional. Well, don't stand, you might as well sit in your seat."

"What about you?" Roberts asked.

"Me?" Gotland smiled in his heart. He didn't expect that this girl would care about him. Although this simple question does not necessarily mean care, Gotland, who fell in love, could easily think of this level.

He smirked for a while and said, "I'm going to go to the backstage to prepare, and I'll perform again after the next show."

"Then I'm really looking forward to it." Roberts smiled sweetly.

The next show was a lion-taught performance, with exclamations and applause from time to time.

Gotland was doing warm-up exercises seriously, and when he thought of Roberts' smiling face, he was full of energy.

Finally, he was on the stage. The host said excitedly: "The next show is our star Mr. Gotland's airman performance!"

The spotlight focused on Gotland again, and he flew with his arms in the air, flying dexterously from one side to the other, causing screams from the audience.

He flew over the steel pipe, stretching out his hands to ask the audience for cheers.

After the performance, he received the warmest applause. The entire audience was shouting his name:

"Gotram! Gotland! Gotland!"

He took out a flower from his back and offered it to Roberts. Roberts smiled shyly, as graceful and charming as a red moon.

Gotland's heart was rippling, and he felt that the girl in front of him must have fallen in love with him. After all, stars like him should be easily welcomed by women.

He returned to the backstage to remove his makeup and change his clothes. When he walked out, he found that all the audience had left, including Roberts and Sally. Looking at the empty audience, he felt a sense of indescribable loss in his heart.

The trainer walked to him with a cigar in his arms, looking at the Mr. Gotland, who was squinting his eyes and slight sorrow between his eyebrows.

The clown performer is now wearing denim overalls, a brown plaid shirt, orange-red hair and green eyes, and his delicate and fair face is radiant. Although he is in his twenties, he is born not old, and he looks like a beautiful boy of seventeen or eighteen in a fairy tale.

He is in his prime and has the highest appearance. Unfortunately, his beloved girl has not allowed him to see his true appearance today.

The horse trainer burst into laughter and put a hand on his shoulder: "Brother, look at you like Sichun, which girl have you fallen in love with?"

Gotland scratched his head and smiled shyly: "It's a woman named Roberts who works in a bakery."

"Oh." The horse trainer sighed, "Brother, I advise you not to fall in love with our audience. Because my audience's focus has never been on us. I can guarantee that they will forget us as soon as they get home, and will only think of us when they want to see something interesting. After all, no one pays attention to the clowns who really look like because they just want to see you pretend to be ugly. Of course, no one pays attention to me, the horse trainer, because they just want to see how the horses perform."

Gotland lowered his head, thought for a while, then quickly raised his head, his eyes as if filled with stars: "Then I'll let Roberts see what I really look like. I believe she will like me."

The next day during the day, Gotrant dressed up a little, put on a suit, and also wore an orange bow tie, paired with his orange hair.

"I remember she said she worked in a bakery, but there were several bakeries around here." Gotland searched one by one.

Finally, hard work pays off. He saw Roberts in a bakery on the corner of the street. She was taking out the long bread she had just made from the kitchen and putting it on the shelf.

Roberts was still wearing the dress and wearing a big apron on it. The aroma of the bakery aroused Gotland's appetite.

He walked into the bakery and felt very refreshed when he saw the dazzling array of bread and cakes with his beloved girl.

"Hey, I'm here." He greeted awkwardly.

Roberts looked at him in surprise: "Customer, are you here to buy bread?"

Gotland suddenly remembered that Roberts didn't know his true face. But he didn't want to let her know now, so he wanted to pretend that it was a customer who happened to come to buy bread.

"Well, yes. I haven't had dinner in the morning. Which bread should I buy better?" Gotland asked Roberts, stroking his chin.

"Well, it depends on which one you want to eat or your family wants to eat." Roberts replied.

"Which type should be eaten when you don't have breakfast in the morning?" Gotland continued to pick bread.

"..." Roberts didn't know how to answer him, "Sir, don't think about such complicated things, just choose what you want to eat."

"Then which one do you like?"

"Me?" Roberts looked a little impatient.

“What kind of food I like to eat has nothing to do with you.”

"I just want to eat what you like," Gotland said shyly.

"Sir, I'll be angry if you do this!" Roberts suddenly became fierce, his cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes became much sharper than before.

The simple Gotland realized that he had said the wrong thing. He complained in his heart and hurriedly apologized: "Miss, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

Roberts's anger disappeared after hearing what he said, but his enthusiasm stopped appearing.

Gotland hurriedly bought a pineapple bread, looked at Roberts' cold face, and felt extremely panicked.

"Miss, to express my apology, why don't I buy half of the bread?"

After hearing this, Roberts smiled on his face. She said sweetly: "Okay, sir, please choose it yourself, or I'll choose it for you?"

Gotland breathed a sigh of relief: "Come and help me choose."

The process of selecting bread was very warm, Gotland seemed to sink into a dream. After a while, he noticed Roberts' words: "Sir, if the bread is selected, do we need to send someone to deliver it to others?"

"No, I can just carry it myself."

Gotland finally couldn't help asking, "Miss, can I go to see the circus performance tonight with you?" The reason he asked this was because he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to go to the circus and confess everything like Roberts, who believed that Roberts would like him.

Roberts frowned slightly: "But, I have an appointment tonight. It's a middle-aged gentleman who has a big manor."

Gotland suddenly felt ache in his heart: "No, although you are pretty, you are just a poor working woman. How could the owner of the big manor like you?" As soon as he said this, he regretted it and couldn't help but stick out his tongue.

Roberts looked obviously a little angry. She took a deep breath, calmed her emotions a little, and then said: "He has had two wives and three children. I'm afraid this is the reason that has dragged him down."

"That's it. But why did you agree to his date? Would you be with him?"

"If he proposed to me, I think I would agree. But he wouldn't really recall being with me. What we said just now is just assumptions." Roberts put his finger on his chin, raised his head, accidentally imagined the scene of living with the farmer, and then began to smile sweetly.

"But you look less than 20 years old, and he has had two wives." Gotland seemed a little nervous, even though he was trying hard to suppress his sense of loss.

"What does that matter?" Roberts' tone was very relaxed.

"Do you like his money? I have money too! Every game of mine..." Gotland almost let it go.

Roberts suddenly realized something, stood up and said, "Do you say..."

"You are the person I have ever met and I like the most." In this way, Mr. Clown confessed, and made a hasty but sincere confession with his true face.

However, Roberts said: "Well, actually, I like more mature men, and you are so immature."

"But, can I pursue you?"

"Of course, who said I couldn't fall in love with you?"

Hearing this sentence, Gotland, who was originally depressed, suddenly jumped up with joy. He excitedly picked up the bread of three large paper bags: "Robers, I'll come to you tomorrow, I wish you a smooth day."

Roberts looked at his back with a silly smile and said to himself: "This person is really interesting, but how did he know my name?"
Chapter completed!