Chapter 45: Do not eat minced meat

Chapter 45: Do not eat minced meat

But Ignat couldn't be seen as invisible. After all, he was a beautiful young man who was trained under the banner of socialism.

It's fine if you didn't notice it before, but of course you can't ignore it now that you see it.

"I'm sorry." Igna took off his hat and apologized to Esme, "I'd better go and see if Octavius ​​is okay."

"You really don't need to worry about it. If you don't, Octavia will be scolded even worse..." Esme Cullen said to Igna, but Igna did not hear the words of the people behind her.

Ignatius ran to the edge of the main stage, supported the edge with one hand, and turned over. Before Madeleine could react, he ran to the side of Octavia.

"Are you alright?" Igna helped Okutavi to free herself from the cloth, and then she squatted in front of Okutavi and asked.

The girl in front of her is too skinny. She is five years older than Rachel, but she is no taller than Rachel. His face was a little dark, his eyes were sunken, and his spirit was apathetic. The small body is about the same size as a washboard, as light as a piece of paper. There are blue and purple bruises all over his body.

This, this... I don't know if I don't see it. When I saw Igna, I couldn't help but tug at my heart.

This is simply worse than the situation of the orphans he encountered in the port before.

Hearing Igna's question, Octavius ​​lowered his head and pursed his lips, shaking his head tucked in his shoulders gently.

Madeleine, who was beside Octavius, snorted and said, "What can happen? Just fall like this. It was commonplace when I was an apprentice."

"But I've never made such a stupid mistake." Feifei said, "I've been practicing for more than half a year. The basic movements are so stiff, and the fall is so ugly. It's as stupid as a pig."

Igna couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at Feifei. Madeleine's words are a bit too heavy. When she gave her roses just now, she still looked like a proud little girl. It sounds arrogant and vicious now.

He shook his head at Feifei, and Feifei looked away and didn't speak again.

Ignatius put his hand on Octavia's shoulder and gently pinched the position where she just fell. The little girl frowned slightly. Seeing this, Igna lowered his voice and asked, "Does it hurt? Do you want to see a doctor?"

"I need to see a doctor for such a small injury?" Octavia didn't answer, but Madeleine asked.

This trapeze wearing a snow-white training suit, raised his chin slightly, showing his beautiful neck, like a swan that has always been proud.

Ignat, who was squatting on the ground, looked up at her, and could only see the look of disgust in her raised chin and drooping eyes. Igna didn't understand why Madeleine had such a bad attitude towards Octavia.

Madeleine hummed: "This small injury will heal soon. If you have to go to the hospital for such a small injury, then don't be a trapeze."

"But this may not be a minor injury. It may have injured a bone." Ignatius said, "Octavius ​​is only 13 years old. If the injury is not corrected in time, it will be troublesome when it grows up."

Madeleine said "oh", but her voice sounded indifferent: "Octavius ​​and Dalot go to see a doctor. Trapeze doesn't need to be practiced, so as not to fall ill."

Reluctantly, it sounds like Madeleine agrees. Ignat immediately felt relieved and prepared to take Octavius ​​to deal with this wound.

But he didn't expect Octavia to push away Igna's hand in horror when he heard Feifei's words, and instead fell on Madeleine: "No! Miss Madeleine, I'm not going to see a doctor, I want to be in the air. Flying man."

Before Igna could speak, Madeleine shook off Octavia's hand.

"If such a minor injury is going to go to the doctor, Octavius ​​should not be a trapeze. After all, for a trapeze, this minor injury is commonplace. Don't let Dalot's kindness go to waste, you Hurry up and go to the hospital with him." Feifei sneered.

"No! Miss Madeleine!" The expression on Octavia's face became even more frightened. She lay down beside Madeleine, "I don't want to go to the doctor, I want to be your apprentice."

But Madeleine kicked the girl away and kicked it in front of Igna: "Go to the doctor, no need to practice."

Igna hurriedly stretched out his hand, only to catch the girl who had been thrown on him like a piece of waste paper. But before he came to appease, Octavius ​​pushed away Igna's hand and crawled onto the white cloth. Without saying a word, he climbed to the top of the rope and started the basic movements.

"I'm not going to see a doctor. I'm going to be Miss Madeleine's apprentice," she said while crying.

Just like that, Igna watched Octavia's thin body swinging round and round in the air.

He opened his mouth, but heard Feifei say, "You're ugly."

Igna stood up and turned to look at Madeleine beside him.

This girl is not tall, and she looks thin and small like a piece of paper. But her skin was fair and her eyebrows were as delicate as a beautiful doll. If it weren't for the incident just now, Ignatius still thought that Madeleine was a beautiful, lovely and proud little circus princess.

but……

"What?" Madeline noticed Igna's gaze, and she raised her chin. Even though she was only as tall as Igna's chest, she was as proud as a beautiful swan.

Her mouth was as rosy as a cherry, but what she said was unpleasant: "Think I'm strict? Do you feel bad for Octavia?"

Igna pursed his lips and said nothing.

"No." Ignatius said.

It was only after a while that he remembered that Octavia and Rachel came to the puppet circus.

Because the orphanage for thirteen-year-old girls no longer accepts them. If Octavia wants to stay with Rachel, she must have a job.

But what can a thirteen-year-old girl do? If she was not an apprentice of the trapeze in the circus, and the puppet circus would not pay her, it would be impossible for her to live in the puppet circus with Rachel.

As a master of magic tricks, Igna couldn't bring anything to Octavius. Octavia's height can't learn tricks.

Of course he can also find a way to rescue Octavia, but that's not what he can do now.

Poor can't be eaten. Ignatius' impulse just now brought trouble to Octavius.

Igna quickly sorted out his mood. At least not let what you just do turn into a big mistake.

"Actually, I mainly feel sorry for you." Igna smiled, looking at Madeleine's appearance, he suddenly thought that this trapeze should have experienced such hard training.

"When I saw Octavia falling from the high platform, I thought of Miss Madeleine subconsciously. After all, the trapeze in my mind has always been Miss Madeleine. When I see anyone falling from the sky, I only think of Miss Madeleine. , isn't that my dear Madeleine."

Ignatius said, thinking of the acrobatics he watched on TV every Spring Festival Gala before Time Travel. At that time, he would think to those flexible little girls, how much did they pay to be so good and so perfect?

"When I saw that little figure, the first thing I thought of was whether Miss Madeleine was injured like this when she was a child Have you seen a doctor properly? I'm sorry, it's my problem, I Concerns are messed up," Ignatius said.

When Igna finished speaking, he saw Madeleine blushing, as if Ignat's words just spoke to the girl's heart.

Seeing Madeleine's shy expression, Ignatius' heart was also slightly scratched.

So, does Madeleine actually want others to care about her like this? So why is she doing this to Octavia?

Igna sighed softly inwardly.

Madeleine's ears were red, she looked away, and snorted cutely: "Okay, then you can leave when you see that we are all right."

She pointed to Esme who was standing by the tent in the distance: "Don't you have something to call Esme? She has been waiting for you for a long time."

It was only then that Igna discovered that Esmecallen was standing at the door of the main tent with her arms folded. Although her expression was still as charming, Igna knew that she was watching the fun.

"Well, I've caused you trouble." Ignat took off his hat and apologized, but in the end he didn't insist on taking Octavius ​​to see the doctor, but left the tent.

However, Igna made up his mind to wait until the evening to visit Octavius.

This is not a problem that can be solved by simple preaching.

Now... let's not trouble the little girl any more.

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These two chapters mainly try to shape the characters of the circus, but the plot of the outing has been used twice before, so I want to try another angle and write about the ecology of the circus by the way.

But this attempt seems to have failed (…), it seems a bit boring.

But failure is the mother of success. Next time, I will see how to write less bluntly.

Back to the main thread in the next chapter.