let go of my anne

Heath Ledger felt disgusted by the smell of poor-quality paint on his face, but he felt less uncomfortable in the face of the enthusiastic audience and their enthusiastic praise and flattery.He even had time to admire the perfect breasts of the beautiful woman who had been winking at him for a while, imagine the softness and size there, but it was only limited to imagination.

Heath Ledger smiled self-deprecatingly, but because of the thick oil paint he applied, his smile looked even more ridiculous.The audience around him began to point and point at him, and he suddenly felt like a novel animal surrounded by people.

What a terrible idea, Heath Ledger watched the people who seemed a little tired start to leave the stage, and his enthusiasm faded.

After receiving the last gangster who claimed to learn art from him, and tactfully rejected him, Heath Ledger casually pressed a switch beside the stage.

The old and huge magic lamp finally went out, and the song came to an end.

Heath Ledger went backstage, he needed a basin of clean water to wash off the disgusting and smelly inferior oil paint on his face, and then talked to the boss about today's share, after all he saved the circus again, the one with the It's impossible for the head of the bastard like a pig to renege on his debt.

The shabby backstage was lit with foul-smelling mouse oil lamps, and the poor quality oil lit the poor lights, and the rest of the circus sat watching him in the dim shadows, their eyes flickering like mice in the dark shadows. green light.Jealousy shines.

"Not bad, Mr. Clown, what a wonderful performance." One of the wretched men playing the throwing knife said in a toneless way.

"Of course, he is our savior." Another man playing with throwing knives said exaggeratedly, but his yin and yang tone revealed a disgusting smell.

"I want to give birth to him..." The fat man playing with the roller seemed to remember the embarrassing incident on stage, and imitated the voice of a woman in the audience and shouted.

The three laughed shamelessly.Heath Ledger glanced at them blankly, completely ignoring their ridicule, and began to wash his face with clean water.

In fact, as a pillar of a circus, these people shouldn't and dare not show any disrespect to him, but they dared to...

Heath Ledger took the rough linen and soaked it for a while, and was about to wipe it off his face, when someone called out to him: "Heath Ledger, my Mr. Clown, thank you so much for saving my circus again Group." Although he was saying thanks, the smile on the face of this fat middle-aged man who came out of the shadows seemed hypocritical.

Heath Ledger twitched the corners of his mouth, his face was covered with paint so that his expression could not be seen at all, "Then is it..."

"Oh, no, no, no, I mean, tomorrow's performance is all up to you, you are really outstanding." The fat middle-aged man shook his head regretfully, but a contemptuous smile flashed in his eyes meaning.

"Then the bond between me and my sister..." Heath Ledger spoke again.

"Purchase deeds, don't worry about young people, we didn't promise that as long as you perform well enough, I will destroy them." There was a playful smile in the eyes of the middle-aged man, my poor little ant, don't even think about escaping. the palm of my hand.

The others didn't react too much when they saw the boss coming, they just exchanged some pleasantries with him, because they just signed a work contract with the middle-aged leader, but the clown Heath Ledger was with the middle-aged The fat man signed a bond of bondage. Although such things as bondage were rare after the establishment of the alliance, they still existed. Those who had a bond of bondage could legally enslave the poor guy who signed the bond of bondage.

This is why these guys dare to mock Heath Ledger unscrupulously.

Heath Ledger stopped talking, listening to the pig-like middle-aged man and several other sluts chatting and laughing non-stop, hearing a few words about his sister and couldn't help frowning.

At this time, the curtain was pulled back again, and the thin girl who was selling tickets at the door came in, and seeing Heath Ledger washing his face there, she rolled up her sleeves, and walked towards Heath Ledger, revealing those thin but snow-white hands, "Brother, let me help you."

"Jessica, no need, I'll do it myself." Heath Ledger showed a real smile for the first time. Although his face was covered with oil paint, the sincere emotion seeped out from his pair of black eyes.

"Yeah, Jessica, you'd better not do this kind of rough work, I will feel sorry for hurting your little hands." The middle-aged fat man walked over with a smile and blocked the path of the thin girl Jessica. Plump hands began to reach out towards Jessica's white and tender arms.

Heath Ledger frowned, looked at the greedy and lewd eyes of this middle-aged man since Jessica was 14 years old, and squeezed the linen in his hand, "Captain Sacco, my sister Still young."

The fat middle-aged leader named Sacco smiled indifferently, and laughed even more arrogantly: "It's not too small, it's not too small." While talking, he aimed at Jessica's thin chest.

"Yes, yes, Jessica is a big girl." The others echoed and surrounded her, all showing unspeakable smiles.

Heath Ledger couldn't sit still anymore, he put down the half-wiped towel in his hand, grabbed in front of Jessica, protected her behind him, and stared at the group of people in the dim light. A man like a hungry wolf.

"Go away." Heath Ledger's voice was hoarse, and the poor-quality oil paint on his half-brushed face turned into red and green lines, which looked hideous and terrifying under the reflection of the dim butter lamp.

"Tsk tsk tsk...Mr. Clown, you really want to rebel." The man rolling the cylinder pointed at Heath Ledger in a rather pretentious manner.

Heath Ledger looked at the finger that was about to poke his face, and just whispered: "Get lost."

"You..." The obese man took a step forward and wanted to push Heath Ledger, but Heath Ledger slammed him away, and directly hit the basin of washing water, and the colorful water stains were all over the place. It spread on the ground, like the blood of some kind of animal.

The scene seemed extremely embarrassing, and Captain Sacco, who provoked the whole incident, coughed, "They are all our own people, why bother?"

When the others heard what Saco, who was the only one qualified to teach Heath Ledger a lesson, said so, they had no choice but to stop angrily. After all, they still depended on Saco for food.

Sacco waved his hand to disperse the other people, and started to walk out by himself, until he was about to disappear, he turned his fat face and said in an inexplicable tone: "You can't escape from me In the palm of your hand."

Jessica's small face instantly turned pale, and her malnourished and sickly face looked even more abnormal at this moment.

Heath Ledger touched his sister's face distressedly, "Sister..." But he didn't know what to say.

The two of them were relatively speechless, and began to clean up the overturned washbasin under the dim light. Who knows how Sacco would make things difficult for their siblings if they didn't clean it up.

Heath Ledger, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly realized that his head was dark, and when he wanted to look up, he found a man in a black top hat squatting in front of him.

"Why don't you resist?" The man in the black dress played with the cards in his hand, "You obviously have such a powerful ability."

Heath Ledger looked at this man who appeared out of nowhere, said something inexplicable, and said in a daze, "This is a private space, sir, I'm afraid you've gone to the wrong place."

"Why don't you resist?" The man playing cards repeated his question.

Heath Ledger was silent for a while before he could speak, "This is none of your business."

"Why don't you resist?"

Jessica standing aside seemed unable to stand the repeated questioning from the man playing cards, and seemed to be stimulated by the series of incidents, she shouted hysterically: "Who are you, what right do you have to say You don’t know anything about these words, you don’t know anything—”

Heath Ledger frowned, stood up and hugged his somewhat nervous sister, turned his face and said in a cold tone: "Sir, please leave, my sister doesn't like you."

The man looked at Heath Ledger's terrified painted face and laughed: "Yes, that's how it should be."

The man laughed inexplicably, and then he stopped smiling. He took out his pile of cards and handed it to Heath Ledger, saying, "Draw one, draw one and I'll go."

Heath Ledger glanced at him vigilantly, casually drew an old card and turned it over.

A man is hung upside down on a cross.

"The Hanged Man..." The man shook his top hat, showed that inexplicable smile again and started to back away.

"Your cards."

"I'll see you off." The man who was about to disappear into the shadows narrowed his eyes and looked at Heath Ledger, "I'm looking forward to your growth, Heath Ledger."

"Oh, and remember my name, Drizzt, a man destined to dominate an era."

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The night began to darken, and the incomplete moon showed its sharp horns from the clouds.

This is an ordinary night in the 12th year of the Valoran New World calendar, ordinary as usual.

This is also destined to be a night that should be recorded in the history books. On this night, the men who are later called the Big Three of the devil gathered for the first time, even though they did not know each other at that time.

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Second update.Another big chapter of nearly [-] words.

I'm tired of writing, and I'm a bit out of shape, so I'm late, sorry.

Still ask for a ticket.

Also, a tribute to the immortal clown Heath Ledger.