phantom nightingale

Her hands are really big, with long fingers, she can cover herself completely with one hand, Nightingale thought.

The man was also startled, and hastily withdrew his hand, fearing that he would scare Nightingale, so he lost this rare intimacy.Instead, Nightingale jumped on the man's thumb, and before the man could react, she jumped on his head.The man's neck became even stiffer, and he didn't dare to move, for fear that the nightingale would fall.The man felt a slight pull in his hair, and then a few leaves fell in front of his eyes, and then the nightingale flew to the water basin next to the plants, and began to groom his feathers.The man recalled the rare intimacy with Nightingale, and after watching Nightingale for a while, he continued to write the song score.

As the weather turned cooler, Nightingale became more and more fond of going to the man's side.When you are full, curl up on the man's neck to keep warm, watch him create or listen to him play.In order to make Nightingale stay more comfortable, the man stopped buttoning the top buttons of his shirt and loosened the neckline so that Nightingale could just fit between the collar and his neck.Even when Nightingale came back in the early morning, she no longer stayed next to the pillow, and always willfully ignored the cold in her body, insisting on getting into the man's shoulders and necks.The man also let the nightingale, half asleep and half awake, put his hands around the nightingale, so that the nightingale's body would warm up as soon as possible.After the man got up and changed his clothes, he wrapped Nightingale between his collar and neck, allowing Nightingale to continue absorbing his body heat.Nightingale was always curious why the man didn't even take off his mask when he was sleeping.Don't you feel flustered?With doubts, Nightingale rubbed the man's chin and fell into a deep sleep.

Sometimes the man would take Nightingale to the opera, in Box No. [-] where he always liked to sit.Nightingale was lying on the man's shoulder, watching in amazement that he used ventriloquism to make his voice seem to come from another direction, making the hostess in that box think he was a ghost.Nightingale always listened very carefully, how could he listen to those operas after being fed up by the men's performances?From the man's furrowed eyebrows, Nightingale also knew that the man was actually not very satisfied with these operas.

The nightingale in the article is a red-throated songbird whose Chinese name is Hongdianchin.Because when I was Baidu Nightingale, I was immediately caught by the dazzling bright orange throat (I don’t know why the picture looks orange), and a pair of white eyebrows are also very handsome.Later, when I searched for the orange-throated white-browed nightingale, I found the red-throated robin.But I think it's not red but orange-red, so I didn't change the description of bright orange in my article.

[-]. Missing

This morning, the man was half asleep and half awake, and subconsciously touched his neck with his hands, but he didn't feel the soft feathers of the nightingale.The man woke up suddenly, where is Nightingale?Didn't come back?

The man suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and found a lot of plants that Nightingale liked and placed them in the house.Sitting at the table, picking up a pen, my mind was blank.The man reluctantly put down his pen.

The man waited day after day, but Nightingale never came back. The man could not wait any longer.He could not do without the singing of the nightingale.The man played the song inspired by the nightingale, but he only missed the little bird more and more in the sound of the music.After the song was over, a drop of water splashed on the back of his hand, and the man realized that his eyes were moist at some point.

Without the singing of the nightingale to accompany him to sleep, and when he falls asleep, there will be no dreams brought by the nightingale to him. The man can no longer fall asleep. Only when he is extremely tired will he collapse and squint for a while, but Soon he would wake up again and continue to live the day like a dead body.Men are only slightly better off when they teach the little girl they've been teaching to sing.

On this day, the man was hiding behind the mirror teaching the little girl to sing. While teaching, he shook his head secretly. Although he is a rare and good seedling, his singing voice is still not as touching as Nightingale's, but it is enough to make his own work .At this time, the man suddenly heard the singing of the nightingale.He stopped abruptly and bid farewell to the girl in a hurry, ignoring the girl shouting loudly behind him, "Music Angel! Music Angel, don't go!" He followed the singing of Nightingale with strides to find the past.

After walking for a long time, the singing still seemed so far away.According to the distance he walked, the man secretly estimated in his heart, I shouldn't be able to hear the singing from such a distant place?Also, who knows if I'm going in the right direction?My use of ventriloquism can also mislead others, making people think that the sound is coming from a different place!Although reason tells the man that this may be an illusion, the desperation in the singing and the man's heart are driving him to continue searching.So the man continued to run towards the direction of the singing.

After a long time, the voice seemed to grow louder.Finally, the man confirmed that he had found the place.So he walked from the underground palace to the ground and found that it was a circus.After buying a ticket and entering, I found a young man on the stage.With his hands locked, he knelt on the ground and let out the cry of a nightingale.The boy's bare arms were sparsely covered with feathers.Standing behind the boy was a burly man holding a whip.

The boy was singing, and suddenly coughed violently, and finally coughed up blood.The man said to the audience: "Look! This is a fallen angel. Look at the feathers on his arms and his singing!" The audience began to whisper.

The burly man flicked his whip to the ground, and there was a loud "pop" in the boy's ear: "Sing! Keep singing!"

The young man flinched, put his hands on his throat, coughed uncomfortably, turned his head and looked at the burly man with pleading eyes, shook his head while waving his hands, and put his hand on his neck to indicate that he could no longer sing.But the burly man showed no mercy, "Crack", this time the whip hit the boy's body, and a bloodstain appeared on his white skin.

The man stood in the last row of the circus, looking at the corners of the boy's mouth and the dazzling red blood on his body. He clenched his fists tightly with both hands, his fingernails pricked his palms to bleed, and dripped down to the ground between his fingers.He didn't know why he cared so much about the child he met for the first time, maybe it was because the child felt so much like Nightingale to him?Patience, patience, the man told himself.You can't save that child by rushing out now.This is not an opera house, people don't know the name of the Phantom of the Opera, and there are not so many organs in the tunnel, you can't scare people.If he rushed up hastily, both himself and the underground palace would be exposed.You have been hiding for so many years, you can't let your efforts fall by the wayside!

However, the bird's cry from the child's mouth was so similar to the nightingale's, he might know the whereabouts of the nightingale.You see, he sang until he was coughing up blood, and they were still forcing him to continue singing.There are criss-cross scars on his body, and he doesn't know how many times he has been beaten.

No no no, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive.If you are impulsive, not only will you not be able to save the child, but you will also harm yourself. Don't you want to continue looking for Nightingale's whereabouts... In this way, the man persuaded himself and waited until the boy's performance ended.He quietly followed the burly man out of the performance tent, observed secretly, and saw that the boy was locked in a cage.The burly man was back in the tent, where the show continued.

The man squatted in front of the cage and looked at the boy sitting with his knees hugged in the corner, as if he saw himself many years ago, also in a circus, was often whipped, and was watched as a strange species, until one day, he escaped, Built his own palace under the opera house...

The man pried open the lock of the cage. Hearing the voice, the boy raised his head and looked at the man in surprise.The boy threw himself into the man's arms, and hugged the man's neck tightly with both hands, you finally came to save me.What should I do, I was saved by you again.The man was caught off guard and was taken aback for a moment. He tightened his arms, hugged the boy's waist with one hand, and wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulder with the other.Feeling the wet clothes on his chest, he patted the boy's back to comfort him.

"We have to leave quickly, we will be in trouble if someone finds out," the man bowed his head.

The boy's hands tightly clutched the clothes on his chest, and he nodded in his arms.

The man dragged the young man to the underground palace, and after only two steps, the young man staggered.The man quickly turned around to catch him, wrapped one hand around the boy's waist, and hooked the boy's leg with the other, picked him up, and strode towards the entrance of the underground palace.

After returning to the ground, the man carefully put the boy on the ground, squatted down, looked down at his legs carefully, and saw that there were many whip wounds on his legs, the man stretched out his hand to squeeze his legs , Seeing that there is nothing wrong with the bone, when he touched the ankle, the boy wailed, and the man looked up at the boy and said: "The bone is not hurt, it should just be sprained. The rest are some skin trauma."

The boy nodded and looked at the man trustingly.The man was in a daze, as if he saw Nightingale looking at him obediently.Gathering his mind, the man stretched out his arms to hug the boy again.The boy also wrapped his arms around the man's neck.The iron chain between the young man's hands stuck to the man's throat in this way. The man was uncomfortable, so he pulled his hand away and asked him to raise his hand to put the iron chain on the back of his neck, and then he stood up Stride to the underground of the opera house.

The young man murmured secretly in his arms, why didn't you feel the mask so flustered that you didn't even take it off to sleep, but the iron chain made you uncomfortable?Then he put his head on the man's shoulder and fell asleep peacefully.

When the boy woke up, he found that the chain on his wrist had been