man, he looks ugly

This is a strange dream.

Fog rose around me, they churned like a sea of ​​clouds, gathering and dispersing impermanently, I moved forward slowly.

Not far away, I saw a lot of rich off-white and gold color blocks mixed with each other.

When I got closer, I saw the main entrance of the Garnier Theater in front of me, with bright lights.

Stepping on the gorgeous and spacious stairs of the theater, the cleaners are wiping the floor. The strange thing is that their faces are like a piece of white paper without facial features.

Passing through the rows of golden and red seats and the empty stage, I came to the chaotic backstage after the curtain call. There were people with blurred facial features everywhere, their mouths opening and closing as if they were speaking a strange language.

I stood in the crowd, fearful and uneasy, no one paid attention to me, and the admonition deep in my heart made me avoid people's sight, as if I was different from them, like a wandering soul walking in the crowd in human skin, Dare not speak, dare not shout, can only rely on vision to scan the faces of people around me over and over again, trying to find a familiar face.

Finally, I saw Christine and subconsciously called out.

But this shout startled the crowd, they screamed, with the strength of piercing eardrums, and scolded me for being different.

"Catch her! Burn her!"

"She's different from us!"

they shouted.

Christine grabbed me and ran away crazily, but felt that her footsteps were very slow, and I could obviously run faster.

The escape route is in the many rooms and corridors of the theater. At some point, the corridors became darker and darker. I found out dully that the person who dragged me away was replaced by a black shadow.

He has a white mask on his face.

"Eric." I called out in a daze.

"I want to take you away and return to the dark world." Eric replied in a low voice.

I wanted to walk with him, but my pace became slower and slower, so that Eric yelled at me crazily, but I could only stand still and watch him run farther and farther...

When I woke up, I looked at the sun rays by the window for a long time and couldn't get back to my senses. I don't know what night it is.

The dream just now made me exhausted. I lay on the bed for a long time before deciding to get up. When I got out of bed, I was shocked again when I saw the men’s suit jacket on the ground. Fortunately, I remembered in time that Earl Shany borrowed his coat yesterday. wear it for me.

Maybe it was almost noon, the indoor temperature was very high, the sun had already climbed to the middle of the sky, remembering the agreement with Shani, I hurriedly limped to wash up.

The heavy makeup from yesterday’s performance still has a little residue, and it looks fine under the lights and in the dark, but in the cool sunlight, with a baby face, it looks weird and ridiculous.

I habitually ran around the room while combing my hair. My foot was injured. After a night of rest, the pain was hardly noticeable. It seemed that the wound had not deteriorated. I tried to walk around the room on tiptoe.

Until I found a huge silver tray on the floor in front of the door with a meal on it, a big meal?

Golden yellow croissant bread covered with butter, a bunch of crystal clear purple grapes, slap-fried meat steak with beautiful oily flowers, and blood-red wine in a goblet. Most importantly, they all look like they just Freshly baked.

There is also a letter on the tray, and the wax is Eric's exclusive skull model.

Does the plate of food show up before I go to wash my face or after?

After reacting, I hurried to open the door, trying to track down Eric.

Then found that the door was locked.

When did this door have an anti-lock function?

I shook the door like an earthquake and couldn't open it.

What on earth is Eric up to? !

After hastily scanning the letter, I slammed on the door angrily.

"Eric! Come out! Frivolous, uneducated, you think of me like that? How dare you say such things! Eric! Hide behind doors, behind walls, in dark shadows! Why won't you appear in In front of me?"

Maybe my ability to control is not very strong, and I am prone to rage in the face of reprimands from others, especially from my own people, but Eric's words easily burned all the reason in my mind. He both reprimanded me and questioned Mrs. Geary's My education, a guy who has disappeared for ten years and has no blood relationship with me actually questioned my family education, who does he think he is?

Look at what he did, he is like a traditional adolescent parent who doesn't know how to deal with his children, using the most brutal and simple way to stop me from going out?But he refused to say a word face to face with me, just like now, I screamed and went crazy, but there was silence outside the door.

"Dance skirt, candy, flowers, you think I'm a doll, at your mercy?"

The anger made me completely lose my mind. I lifted the silver tray casually, and the delicate food on it rolled to the ground. The fragile glass was smashed to pieces, and the red wine liquid flowed everywhere. The box rolled noisily on the ground, and the candy inside crackled and scattered all over the floor.

Within a few seconds, I felt that my actions just now were so stupid.

Maybe Eric wasn't there at all, he could just lock the door and leave, let me vent like crazy, and in the end, it's up to me to clean up the mess.

I squatted down and picked the candies back into the box one by one, tears fell on the nightgown and turned into a strangely shaped halo, and I felt like I was going to cry for a long, long time to recover, just like Christine was never in front of me. Crying in front of your face, you will cry alone in the prayer room for a long time. At an age when you don't understand human affairs and try to adapt to the environment, tears are the cheapest consolation. Once they fall, you don't know when they will be taken back.

Suddenly an incredible thing appeared in sight, shiny and in stark contrast to the simply packaged candies around it, like a pearl buried in the sand, a metaphor that was a bit too close to be a metaphor, in fact.

A ring, I actually found a ring in a candy box?

A ring, this ring is hidden in my candy box?

Eric, does he understand the meaning of giving someone a ring?

What's more, this ring adopts such an expensive and delicate design, with a whole piece of pink gemstone in the center and fine diamonds inlaid around it. It can be won by tens of thousands of francs.

Is this a crystal ring?

In this era when artificial crystals have not yet been produced, such large natural crystals are naturally valuable.

However, is there such a clear and bright crystal?

It is bright and dazzling in the sun, shining like a diamond, and the square cutting method makes this gemstone more eye-catching.

The moment I picked up the ring, the feeling nearly broke me.

When Christine finally had a chance to come back to the dormitory in the evening, she found that I was locked in the dormitory.

"Can this door still be locked from the outside?" She was also frightened.

"Open the door, Christine." I quickly knocked on the door to indicate that I was inside.

"But I don't have a key. Well, it seems that the door can only be opened with a key."

"Then go to the prop master, they can easily open such a simple door lock."

While Christine was leaving to look for the prop master, I ran to the dressing table, rummaged through the cabinets, and looked for a box where this ring could be placed. In the end, I could only take out a pair of tremella pendants for this valuable ring. He made room for the crystal ring, and hid the small box under the mattress before he felt relieved.

It's not that I'm too cautious, there have been female students' jewelry stolen before, even though most of them were just worthless silver products, in exchange for a few drinks, but if this ring is lost, I am afraid that I will owe Eric even more.

After the prop master opened the door, I finally had the opportunity to go out after being locked up for a day. At this time, the sky was already burnt orange red by the sunset. I didn’t need to think about it.

"There have been more and more strange things in the theater recently." Christine touched the door lock worriedly, looking at the food on the silver plate on the ground, which was obviously not the food she brought back.

"What? What's weird?"

"Remember the skeleton letter that was spilled on the stage last time? Secretary Remy said that Mr. Pollini received two more letters by post through abnormal channels, one of which suddenly appeared in the locked manager's office, and there were Skull wax, some say from hell, or from the ghosts of the theater."

"Christine, there are no ghosts in this world, and it's true that there are many secrets in the theater." I hurriedly put away the silver trays, preparing to hand them over to the cleaners.

"Now, Meg, you have many secrets, too."

The moment I was out the door, Christine sighed softly.

The door lock of the dormitory was completely changed immediately. The next afternoon, I was sitting on the roof in a daze, and saw Philip Shany’s fully enclosed carriage. Seen from the high roof, it was smaller than a matchbox.

"I'm sorry." Faced with the other person's eyes and smile that didn't mean anything, I quickly apologized without saying a word, "Yesterday, I..."

"Shh, you won't tell me the truth, so let's expose it." Philip stretched out his hand politely, and helped me walk to the carriage.It has to be said that in the daytime and in public, he really pretended to be a dignified nobleman.

Well, he was right, I was actually going to make up a lie about being grounded for a day because my mother found out I came home too late.

"It sounds like you know me very well." I simply adjusted the hem of the skirt on my seat.

"I dare not, but there is no message. If you miss an appointment for an afternoon, I don't think you can do such a thing. It just so happens that my client canceled the meeting yesterday. We can meet her today."

"Her? Mrs. Perry?" I subconsciously asked.

"Oh, dear little Meg, when we meet, I promise you will be surprised."

"By the way, Mr. Shani..."

"Well, it's the third time we've met, and I still can't get you to call me by my first name. It's really an unfulfilling thing." The sea-blue eyes of the man in front of him were full of teasing.

"Well, Mr Philip, thank you."

The author has something to say: (⊙v⊙) E has angered little M, and giving gifts secretly doesn’t work.

If you don't show up again, little M will be hooked up and left, do you believe it...

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