[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

The issue of whether to buy a ticket for Alfred is solved.

But now Ada faced a new problem.

"...What should I do with this ticket?"

Ada looked at the ticket in her hand and thought.Tickets to this kind of circus seem to be non-refundable, but reselling them is a little troublesome... Just as she was thinking this way, she suddenly noticed a boy in a red sweater not far from the corner of the street.

His sweater was fairly clean, but the jeans were very old, the knees and the hem of the trousers were washed white, and even had frayed edges.I don't know if the pair of sneakers were bought from a second-hand store, and they are too big to fit.He was standing on the side of the road, staring at the poster of the True Night Circus in a daze.

And Nunnally's perception read his emotions from his slightly pursed lips, wide-open eyes and furrowed brows.

Yearn for.self-deprecating.lost.eager.And anger at a part of myself that craves these unattainable things.

So at that moment, as blessed as a soul, Ada suddenly made a decision.

She waved at Sakiko, telling him to stay here, and she pressed the button on the armrest to drive the wheelchair to the boy.

"Hello?"

Ada did not rashly reach out to touch the boy in the red sweater, but parked the wheelchair at a distance that would not make him feel threatened or offended, politely folded his hands on his knees, and greeted him .

"what's up?"

The black-haired boy turned his head angrily, his blue eyes subconsciously glanced at Ada's wheelchair and legs when he saw her, probably because he found that she was a disabled and frail woman, the boy squeezed He pursed his lips, moved his feet uncomfortably, then took a breath slowly, and spoke to her in a relatively polite and relaxed tone.

"I mean..." he said hesitantly, "...is there anything I can do for you, ma'am?"

His appearance really made Ada feel kind, so she also smiled, and raised her hand to push her long hair behind her ears.

"It's like this." Her voice was soft, "I just bought the tickets, and I received a call from my boyfriend saying that he has already bought the tickets, so now I have three extra tickets and I don't know what to do... I see that you seem to like the appearance of the True Night Circus, are you willing to accept them?"

The boy's eyes became vigilant all of a sudden, and he looked at her defensively and confused, as if he couldn't understand the relationship between the before and after of this sentence at all.

"Why do you want to give it to me?" He glanced at the crowd queuing over there, "If there are too many tickets, you can sell them to the people queuing over there. It's more cost-effective than giving them away to others."

"Hmm..." Ada tapped her cheek twice with her finger, thinking about what to say at this time, "I think it's better to give the tickets to someone who will cherish them and like them."

Rich is self-willed.

A woman holding a side card from two top capitalists has nothing to fear (hey).

"..."

The dark-haired boy looked at her like he was looking at a rich fool.

And it was only at this time that Ada realized it, and she subconsciously used the voice of her second stinging ape!

...Do you think you are the heroine of a manga or a GALGAME? You! ?

But if she collapses at this time, not only will her character design collapse, but she will also look like a perverted old aunt who ran out of Arkham, so Ida used all her strength to restrain her embarrassment, and did not let herself Frustrated on the spot, he bent forward, and with difficulty tensed his expression, showing a smile that could go to win an Oscar for Best Actress.

She calmly handed out the ticket in her hand.

"Can you help me with this?" Ada said in a natural tone, "I don't want my boyfriend to know that I have bought a ticket, and it will spoil his mood."

The boy watched her cautiously for a while, then stretched out his hand, and after a long pause, he yanked the three tickets from her hand.

"Thank you."

Before the boy could say anything, Ada thanked him with a smile.Although this could not completely dispel the boy's wariness, it obviously made him feel better.He studied the tickets carefully, and looked at her for a while from behind the tickets.

"Even if you lie to me, it won't do any good." He said dryly, and after a long pause, he continued, "But... thanks anyway."

Small doubts, reserved gratitude, and... uncontrollable joy.

Even without Nunnally's perception, Ada could read these unconcealable emotions from his facial expressions and body movements.

After all, he was still a young boy.

Ada couldn't help thinking that.

So she smiled too.

In this way, the new problem at hand was successfully solved, and the ticket was given to those who needed it. Ada waved to the boy and turned the wheelchair towards Saki who was waiting for her.

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Jason Todd, a street teen who can be found everywhere on Gotham's East Side, has never considered his luck.

In fact, if you were born in the East Side, the worst part of Gotham City, with a drug addicted mother and a gangster father who sent himself to prison early, you certainly wouldn't consider yourself lucky. good.

But today, Jason felt that he had suddenly gotten lucky.

Think about it, three tickets to the True Night Circus - the most popular and oldest circus in the world!

When Jason was very young, he saw their performance on TV once, and that was the only time he could never forget it. If there is any fairy tale fairyland in the world, in Little Jason's cognition, it must be It's a real night circus dream show.

That's beyond the realm of virtuosity...that's a complete miracle.

On the way back home, even though he tried his best to restrain himself, Jason Todd couldn't help jumping up and kicking his slightly oversized sneakers.

He never thought that he would have the opportunity to see the real night circus performance with his own eyes.

To be more precise, although Jason has also had a daydream of "When I have money, I will follow the performances of the True Night Circus all over the world and buy the front row tickets to see", but he also knows that this is probably just a Daydream.Look at the groggy mother all day long, look at the refrigerator that is always out of food, and you will always wake up from the dream you shouldn't have.

But today he received a free ticket from a stranger.

If someone else offered it to him, Jason would never accept it.

But the person who gave him the ticket was a young lady in a wheelchair, who was well-spoken and well-behaved, but not the kind of aloofness that rich people often see.He could tell that the other party's intentions were completely good, and there was no contempt in it.

Jason was able to throw those arrogant handouts back in the other person's face, but it was difficult to deal with the kindness from such a person.

So he accepted those three tickets.

Even if he didn't go to inspect the goods, he knew that these tickets would not be fake.

Because... the lady's eyes are very sincere.People with that look can't lie, let alone play tricks.

When he was about to rush home, Jason's footsteps gradually slowed down.

Rationally speaking, he knew that he should sell all three tickets. This ticket is in a very high position and should be able to sell for a very high price...

But Jason didn't do it after all.

"whatever."

The boy scratched his black hair carelessly, and there was a gleam of reluctance in his blue eyes.

"I can make more money, but the True Night Circus may not pass through Gotham again."

Rather than regretting this miss later, it is better to enjoy the moment.

The little boy from Crime Alley quickly made up his mind.He sold one of the tickets to a familiar boss, who showed a very surprised expression when he saw the ticket, and stretched out his big thick hand to rub Jason's head indiscriminately.

"Okay, boy!" He said with a smile, "You stole something valuable this time!"

"...Give me the money quickly."

Jason didn't intend to argue that it was given to him by someone else, and the other party wouldn't believe it anyway.Either way, it sounds more believable that he stole the tickets than hitting luck with a rich (and dumb) well-meaning guy.

"If you're lucky, this thing should sell for a good price."

The boss paid the money readily—it wasn't that he didn't want to skimp, but everyone knew that the Todd family boy was not easy to mess with—Jason had already made him understand this with practical actions.

Taking the pile of dirty and messy banknotes and coins from the man, Jason Todd hesitated for a moment, but raised his chin towards the purple dress in his shop.

"Well, how much does it cost?"

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Jason finally came home with a lot of food and a cheap but beautiful purple dress.

On the day of the circus performance, he gave the purple skirt to his mother.

Jason Todd actually doesn't remember much about his mother when she was young—how funny, she's only in her early thirties, and he can't remember her very well.

Or it should be said that he doesn't remember clearly, he hasn't been addicted to drugs yet, he hasn't completely despaired of life, he still holds Jason in his arms, sings and tells him stories, and comforts his mother when he cries face.

The mother he is more familiar with is the woman who always looks in a trance, with a face that has been torn by life and drugs, and her thin arms are full of pinholes.Although she is not without gentle moments, but that kind of time is very, very rare... What he remembers more clearly is the way she scolded and insulted him sharply when she had no medicine, or when he came home many nights and saw her The way he passed out in the bathtub or in his own vomit.

It's been a long, long time since he saw her formally dress herself up like this.

His mother was a rare drug-free day.She put on the purple knee-length skirt that Jason gave her, which was a bit like a little dress, with the umbrella-shaped skirt spread out to reveal her thin legs.She was so skinny, but Jason didn't think she was ugly at all.

Sitting in front of the mirror that was broken by her husband, she rarely put on a little makeup, which made her look a lot better. She carefully combed her long golden hair, which fell out because of taking drugs. It was pretty strong, so Jason put a hat on her, kind of nondescript.

His mother hadn't been so sober for a long time, and when she was sober enough to go out, she showed a little shrinking expression.She looked at her son with wide and panicked eyes, and grabbed her hat nervously.

"Will it be ugly?" she asked.

Jason pursed his lips, and still held his mother's hand, which was cold, pale, and thin.He held the hand tightly, then shook his head slowly.

"No." He said firmly, "You look good like this, Mom."

The woman smiled hastily and in a trance, Jason didn't look any further, but took her hand and walked out of the room.

"Let's go, Mom, or we won't be able to catch up with the show."

When Jason and his mother were sitting side by side in the front row of the circus, he suddenly remembered why he had to bring his mother here.

Memories emerged vaguely, and the interior of the circus awakened those long-ago memories, memories that were too far away and too unreal for him to have forgotten.

When he was very young, his father used to take him to the circus.Only once, only for one night.He acted so much like a good father.

That was probably the only good memory he had of that man.

But my mother had no such recollections.

Jason, who would never tell anyone, was delighted to have his mother by his side at the start of this fantastic circus extravaganza.

The author has something to say:

We still don't know exactly how many people have seen Flying Dick Grayson.

Just like we still don't know how many people have watched Shirou jump high.

Anyway, Bruce has seen it ("Batman" comics), Jason has seen it (New Law), Tim has seen it (Detective or Batman comics), and Vicki Weir has seen it ("All-Star Batman" but This is the dark history of bats, so we generally don’t mention it).Probably only Damian hasn't watched it because of the age restriction.So poor, Damian.

Jason's father took him to see Dick's Circus show. This plot is from the New Outlaw comics.

I personally think that Jason should be quite fond of circuses. Leaving aside the origin of the circus of the Flying Todd family in the blond barrel (this setting has been abolished anyway), his new extrajudicial yearbook also brings Artemis and Billy The part where Zaro went to work in the circus was really exciting.

I wanted to write a circus plot because I saw a video of Cirque du Soleil, so it was a bit sad.

In this article, Maya’s circus is just a soy sauce, as long as you know it is a very powerful circus.

And here is a private patch for puppet lovers, the text will make the text redundant so I won’t write it:

1. Platinum is dead.Die early.He didn't even have time to slaughter the village.Lucille didn't lose her child, didn't sink into hatred, and lived an ordinary and happy life.

2. The abandoned puppet Francino and the four elders waited until Baiyin, and Baiyin taught them how to win people's hearts, and the puppet Francino learned to laugh by getting along with others.

3. Baiyin took the puppet Francino and they established the original fantasy circus. In order to bring happiness and laughter to the children in the village, this became the purpose of this circus. They traveled around the world and performed, becoming a real A circus that spreads happiness and happiness.

I think automatic puppets are actually similar to robots. They have no good or evil, but they have their own emotions. All their crimes were initially led astray by Platinum, thinking that they could make Miss Francino smile by killing and evil.Even the puppet Franzino himself misunderstood this.

I hope that they can be consummated here, this is my own little selfishness.

I hope at least here, they can be happy.The puppet Francino can know that he has smiled, Pontelo and the others can see the smile of the puppet Francino, and Coleni can also talk about one or several real love affairs.

PS: The summary of the chapter comes from "The Puppet Circus", which quotes the famous lines of the puppet Francino.