man, he looks ugly

The backstage at the end of the show is like a beehive in the evening, even the corners are filled with noisy human voices, the actors gather together to praise each other, or joke with friends who come to join in the show, and of course there are also some people who use fans to hook up with lovers, Hundreds of people crowded the road leading to the lounge and dressing room.Looking for a trainee luthier among many staff members is not necessarily easier than finding a needle in a haystack.

I asked no less than ten band members before I found out about Lute's movements. Just after the show ended, he hurried to the band common room, as if to take a rest.

But when I came to the band's lounge, I found that it was full of various musical instruments. Except for a few older luthiers sitting and chatting together, I didn't find Lute.

Thinking of the reckless behavior of this young luthier when we first met, I thought about it and decided to go to the top of the building to have a look.

The closer to the roof the quieter it is, so quiet that you can even hear the sound of dancing shoes stepping on the attic floor. Climbing up the revolving wooden stairs, the black door leading to the roof is closed tightly. The voice of the conversation becomes clearer and easier to hear.

"Master, do you need to send new letters to the managers?" Lute asked respectfully.

"Of course not, my faithful servant, don't forget, we are guests, how can the guests ask the host directly if they want something? What a disrespectful act." A calm and charming voice answered him, This voice is different from what I remember. The French retroflex is assimilated by another unfamiliar and more fancy tongue. It seems that although the speaker can use French proficiently, he has been in a non-French context for a long time , so mixed with exotic accents.

"Yes Master."

"We need to let them know how to actively give gifts." The bewitching voice said again.

"Yes, Master." Lute's overly humble tone made him sound like a soulless puppet.

The roof was quiet for a while, and I pushed open the door and rushed up to the roof. The strange thing was that there was only Lute on the roof, and no one else was there.

"Eric, Eric, is that you? Eric! Please, answer me!"

I stood on the roof, looking at each other, but there was only endless darkness, the moon was covered by dark clouds, emitting rare light, and there were only two irregular shadows of angels standing alone on the roof.

It seemed that the emotions that had been imprisoned for a long time finally broke free, and the blood surged violently in my body. I grabbed Lute by the collar and asked him frantically, "Where is he? Tell me, where is he?"

Lute showed a weird smile, which was different from his usual hearty smile, like ice to fire, eyes painted cobalt blue by the night staring at me silently, straight lips curved strangely, just like Like the arc evoked by the puppeteer's silk thread control, "He went back, back into the darkness."

I managed to catch my breath before I controlled my urge to hit someone, loosened his collar, and walked downstairs in a daze.

I don't want to look for him anymore, I don't want to call his name like a fool in the empty corridor, I don't want to go into the dark like a mouse to look around, I don't want to be caught by him Ruowu's kindness made her heart beat faster.

The chin was cold and itchy. I stretched out my hand to touch it and found that I was crying like a little girl who had lost love. The tears flowed down uncontrollably, tick tock.

I was so wronged, but I didn't know who to confide in.

It must be the so-called puberty factor in my body that makes me so sad, that makes me sentimental, and 16 is not good at all.

I cried and walked towards the front desk, looking for Christine, wanting to be hugged by her, crying for no reason,

When I walked under the light, I found the ballet shoes on my feet. I don’t know when the inside of the shoes was stained with blood, and they were dirty from running around. My feet may be somewhere on the stage. punctured by glass.

The feet of ballerinas are ugly, deformed, scarred, and the most unresponsive to injuries. In exchange for a light figure and graceful movements, they have long lost their sensitivity to pain.

I curled up by the wall, untied the ribbon of my red dancing shoes, and took off my dancing shoes. The glass shard the size of half a fingernail was piercing the tender flesh on the inner side of my foot. Because it was broken glass, it was thinner than a mirror. It doubled, but its lethality increased a lot. It almost pierced into the muscle, but it fell out after I fiddled with it lightly with my hand, and the blood gushed out. I pressed the wound and stained a finger of blood.

Maybe it's because the butterfly-shaped kerosene lamp on the wall is too dim, maybe it's because there are no people in the corridor, maybe it's because this day is too wronged, I just sat there with my legs crossed against the wall, covering my eyes with my hands. The wound, crying silently, not wanting to move at all.

"Meg? Is that you?" Someone seemed to be calling me.

I blinked hard to see the man in front of me and the woman beside him.

Count Shani and Solly.

Both are people I don't want to meet right now.

"Miss Gilly, what's the matter with you?" Earl Shani expressed concern, but there was not much pity and sympathy in those sea-blue eyes.

Thinking of the frivolity and rudeness of this man at the ball, I didn't want to start a conversation at all, but my family education showed that when a commoner meets a nobleman, the best way is to say hello respectfully, "I'm fine, my lord."

"Your foot hurt?" He stretched out his hand as if wanting to check the wound on my foot, but he took it back because of etiquette.

"A small wound, I can walk by myself." In order to prove that I don't need help, I immediately stood up and walked towards the other side of the corridor with a pace that didn't change much.

Suo Erli's expression is already obvious, the swan eyes who have been hooked up are about to run towards the ducks, it is already very good for this straight girl to hold back her seizures.

"Don't force yourself, Miss, I know the importance of a pair of feet for a ballet dancer." Earl Shani hugged me without saying a word, and hugged me sideways.

Well, Solly's face was so ugly that her eyes almost popped out, of course the reason was not surprise.

After Philip Shane carried me for a while, he laughed softly, "My dear little Meg, if someone sees me holding you, I believe your mother will pass out clutching her chest, the signifier Is there an empty road?"

This sentence made me change my opinion of this man slightly. Before that, his behavior was no different from those nobles and aristocrats in the upper class of Paris. The exquisite cufflinks pinned to the clothes must be purchased from an old store that has been in business for at least 30 years. Those who have a family but have no scruples go out to make love and care for their lovers. Their eyes are always on young, beautiful but naive girls. , love said that she was going to die or live, but when she turned to leave, she didn't even blush.

"Go through this door, which is the edge of the locker room."

To be honest, the smell on Shani's body is one of the few men I have come into contact with that does not feel disgusting. Most Europeans have poor hygiene habits. Before this century, they even thought that bathing was the source of disease!

Even though doctors have advised people to wash their hands and face every day for nearly 100 years, there has not been much improvement. French nobles still retain the habit of changing clothes frequently and reducing grooming. In order to prevent the body from smelling too bad, they spray a lot of perfume , It smells good from a distance, but if you get too close, you can smell the powdery smell mixed with strong body odor. Like Shani, the smell of mint, tobacco and unknown alcohol is mixed, which can be considered masculine enough.

I was thinking about things in a mess, and after walking for a while, I realized that this was not the way to the medical room.

"This road does not lead to the medical room, it is the back door."

"I know, I know, the college's medical room can at most help you wash your wounds with alcohol. Allow me to be honest, you still run around when you are injured, little Meg, aren't you afraid of getting a tetanus?"

This sentence definitely made me a little scared. This era is not like the later generations, with a complete medical environment, and the backstage of the theater is by no means as glamorous as the front desk. They are all floors and stone steps that don’t know how long they will be cleaned. Not to mention I ran up to the roof.

Earl Shany took me to the back door. There was only one janitor in the stable, who was dozing off by the swaying oil lamp.

"Put me down."

"Afraid of being seen?" He looked down at me and chuckled.

"Put me down." For men's teasing, I'm not completely helpless. At this time, if there is a hint of ambiguity in the tone, they will make it up as flirting. On the contrary, it is more effective to be serious.

Shani wasn't too annoying, he put me down, put one hand on my arm and one arm around my waist.

I was limping on one foot, jumping and jumping, like a worm that swallowed a spring ridiculously.Even the dim light couldn't completely conceal the amused expression on the gatekeeper's face.

Without the help of the coachman, the Earl rolled up his sleeves and went to drive the coach himself.

The carriage stopped at an ordinary residential apartment a few streets away from the Opera House. Compared with the surrounding buildings, the outer wall of this apparently old apartment had a lot of black, black, yellow and yellow dirt deposited on it, and the corners of the walls in the dark were open. There is a door the size of a dog hole leading to the underground sewer in Paris, and there is a stench from inside. You don't need to ask to know how cheap the rent here is.

Shani knocked on the door violently for a long time before hearing the creaking of the stairs. Not long after, a young man with a kerosene lamp came over, saw Earl Shani, and looked at him jumping on one foot. After I jumped, I narrowed my narrow eyes.

"Philip, how many times have I said that I am a chemist, not your family doctor."

etc!what did he say?chemist?

Philip Charney actually got a chemist to show me my foot injury!

I should have hopped firmly on one leg to the infirmary of the theater. Anyway, the doctor there was also a graduate of the French Medical University.

The author has something to say: For the finger, that, I thought about it for a while, the clue of this article is roughly like this, the puzzle of the first short section will probably be solved in the third short section, and it will be like this in the future.So the prom poisoning case will be revealed in the next short section.

Whether Eric is innocent or not depends on the next section. (～￣▽￣)～(Why did I write Xiaoyan as a pseudo-detective article, will my friends dislike the nest, yingyingying...)

In addition, starting from today, it will be updated every other day, and the daily update will be resumed at the end of the month, and the update time is fixed at around [-]:[-] pm. (So ​​is this good news or bad news?)