He has no home. Always migrating around with a few pieces of luggage, a rabbit, an umbrella, and a poster.
He is a magician. His name is Paspas.
When the golden age of magician, clown and circus artist has passed, he can only be reduced to a rock star and a foil for jazz singers. As long as there was a stage there, a few spectators, and some pay, he would travel long distances.
One day, he came to a small village in the countryside of Edinburgh. The simple people there are still curious about magic, watching him pull the light bulb out of his mouth and conjure fine wine from the empty glass... These are actually a bit old-fashioned magic, and they are still amazed. Alice, the country girl, hid behind the door timidly, looking at the miraculous sight she had never seen in her life, not only opened her mouth wide. She thought he was a magician because he turned the soap that was about to run out into brand new ones, and made her nice little red shoes for her when her only shoe broke. It must be magic. As long as you follow him, can you have everything you want?
So, she quietly left the village with him. When I came to the city, I walked on the brightly lit streets and saw a dazzling array of new things in the window. This flowery world seemed to be another magical world, which made her amazed. She thinks that magicians can always change anything, right? A beautiful coat, a beautiful skirt... She pulled his clothes and kept pointing them to him. Can this, that, that... all be changed to me? And all of this turned out to be true in the end.
She was grateful for the magic of the magician, cleaning his room and cooking delicious food for him. She kissed him from the bottom of her heart, loved him, admired his magic. But she didn't know that she was actually his last and best audience.
Paspas, wants to use magic to keep a girl's dream. Even a bar of soap and a pair of shoes must be bought with money. After so many years of loneliness, there is still one person, so simply believe in the world of magic, everything is worth it.
But the dismal income cannot sustain a dream. So he goes to wash other people's cars at night, to shop windows, to wine cellars to change clothes and wine for others. These hard work turned into beautiful coats, decent high heels... and finally a happy smile on the girl's face. That's it, that's enough.
He is performing the greatest and most perfect performance of his life with all his heart. He dreamed of a country girl who was ignorant of the world. Teach her to understand beauty and love.
Did he just forget? All performances have a curtain call.
When he ran around day and night to make money, the lonely little girl was growing up. She walked out of the small hotel, grew up in the flowery world, and then met love. She was wearing decent clothes, like all mature and elegant women, holding a man's hand and smiling like a flower. But she didn't see it, and the magician who ran out the door to find her was hiding behind the hanger in panic and at a loss.
When he rushed into the cinema with a clothes hanger, he finally understood: when the song ends, the dream will always wake up. She had found support and no longer needed his magic.
He leaves all the money to the girls. Then tell the grown-up her that magic doesn't exist.
The most magnificent performance of my life has finally come to an end. He let go of the rabbit and left him worried. When the audience can't see it, it quietly disappears. The one that I always hold in my hand is still the photo I look at over and over again. When he was on the train, on a whim, he made a little magic trick for the little girl who was looking for the pencil, and the truth was finally revealed.
In the photo is a little girl, his daughter who has nowhere to go.
Those magics that are turned into full of love, maybe just for yourself? Use another girl's smiling face to comfort her lost happiness. So I have no complaints and no regrets, so even if I don't know where to go, my face is still indifferent elegance and loneliness.
He is old. He is a magician. He had the most perfect performance ever.
He is still alone.
Now, it's time for the curtain call.
The lights of the city go out one by one, and the music stops, until the last light disappears.
And we never knew that the end of a show was so sad.
The lights at the end of the scene came on, and the eyes were wet like that.
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