The finest, greatest comedy masters often had rather rough lives in reality. Perhaps creating comedy, especially performing it, consumed an extraordinary amount of energy. Or perhaps those who could perform comedy well needed the delicacy and compassion forged through suffering. Thus, a comedian's artistic career and life sometimes seemed to have utterly opposite colors.
Their works were colorful and dazzling, but their lives were gloomy and bleak.
Although Comedian was not a particularly famous or successful comedy master, it was obvious that his life, too, held pain and hardship he had never revealed.
"Who would've thought?" Lin Yu sighed. "Comedian's uncle has another side like this."
Old Zhou looked at Xiao Yun. "How did you find out?"
"He got drunk once and told Old Wu. Maybe he thought certain topics weren't suitable to discuss with young people like us. Comedian can be pretty awkward sometimes." Xiao Yun spoke calmly. "He seems very determined to give other people a positive, pleasant emotional experience."
Qianhuan slowly nodded. "That's true. I can feel that he's like this sometimes... It's pretty rare among middle-aged men his age. Most middle-aged men generally live more selfishly."
Old Zhou was still curious. "Then how did you know what he told Old Wu while drunk?"
"Because Old Wu was drunk too. The two of them were drinking wine Old Wu had brewed himself. I went to get the item he'd made for me, and as soon as I entered, I saw them with their arms around each other, crying there." Xiao Yun recalled the scene, a faint smile appearing on her face. "It was interesting, and I thought they might die of alcohol poisoning, so I stayed a little longer."
"So that's how it was." Old Zhou suddenly understood, then finally sighed as well. "It's not easy. Every