man, he looks ugly

No matter how long the world changes, some people will always be left behind in the gap of time, with nowhere to live.

The man in front of him was an obvious 'forgotten man', and the night wind picked up suddenly, blowing the cloak behind Eric to float, and he stood in front of the knight statue, fingers clasped.

In his memory, he works with the dark night, wishing to hide his whole body in the darkness. After such a long time, he still wears a gloomy black dress cape and black leather gloves, and even the scarf is made of thick Made of almost black ink green silk, only the ghostly white mask is the only mediator.

"I thought your playing level would improve." A calm male voice still came from under the mask.

I held my finger that was hit by the strings, tears were about to flow down, I couldn't keep my mouth in consideration of the image, and I was speechless when faced with Eric's light ridicule.

Even if the strings that have been placed for many years are often tuned and chorded, they cannot resist the tempering of time. After playing a piece of music, the strings in the high-pitched area are too thin, and a cut is made on the side of the skin of the fingers that have not done heavy work.

Fortunately, this slow-witted man finally realized something, stepped forward and half-knelt down, took out a handkerchief and handed it to me.

I took the handkerchief and pressed it on the wound, feeling that there have been many disasters recently.

Eric briefly inspected several large and small suitcases piled up under the stone carvings. He touched the buckle of the leather gloves and got a little dust.

"You don't like them." His voice dropped a few degrees instantly, becoming hoarse and gloomy.

I stared at his brown eyes smeared by darkness until my vision was blurred, "I didn't expect you to go so long, so long that I could understand all the assumptions... In the first year, when I received my birthday present, I thought Give the first track to the person who gave it; the second year, when I received it, I thought I should keep them properly to thank; the third year, I began to doubt my decision; the fifth year, thinking what else Meaning, maybe he didn't expect to listen to your play at all. However, I finally fulfilled my promise..."

The night wind shuttled between the stone statues, the sand hit the glass protruding from the ground, the dim white light made each other's faces very gloomy, the clouds covered all the moonlight, and they could smell the coming rain.

Eric was silent for too long before he opened the largest and newest suitcase, took out the violin in it, took off the leather gloves on his hands, and threw them aside casually.

His hands were much better looking than he remembered, with a little flesh, still pale, slender and dexterous. He stood up and tried to tune, pressed his fingers around the neck of the violin and plucked it a few times, and put the violin on his shoulders.

As soon as the sound waves spread from the strings, it makes people's soul tremble.

At the beginning, it seemed like weeping, and the melody slowly turned around; then there was an endless stream of pulsations, and frequent vibrato; when the exaggerated vibrato and weird melody crazily occupied the entire chapter, accompanied by the hysterical piano sound, the sky was deafeningly loud The sound of thunder, as if Thor, the god of thunder, is ignoring the indifference of the gods and venting his madness.

When the final track came to an end, countless raindrops fell from the sky, and my hair, neck, and skirt were all wet.The rain fell on the violently trembling strings, and was divided into countless water droplets that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Finally, Eric stopped the frantic tearing of the bow on the strings and bowed his head.

I looked up, my neck was so sore, but I couldn't look away like I was cursed by petrification.

"It's raining." He silently closed the piano case, took my hand, and walked towards the stairs.

After Eric ran a few times to move all the piano boxes into the room, the two people in the small space fell into an awkward situation again.

I took out the handkerchief just now and rubbed my hair. The rain dripped down and fell on the stone floor, turning into small puddles.

"What's this song called?"

"The Devil's Trill, in G minor."

"No wonder it's so weird." I dare say that my smile must be so stiff that it's horrible. It's hard for Eric to stare at me without showing emotion.

"I saw its manuscript in a church in Italy. The priest said that his author sold his soul to the devil in a dream in exchange for this track..." Eric seemed to realize that it was unreasonable to tell the origin of the track at this moment Sex, he fell silent again.

"Do you still live in the basement of the theater?" I embarrassedly brought up the topic again.

"Yes."

Eric and I were like two long lost friends, too embarrassed to know what to do.

Another gust of wind blew into the corridor.

I shivered unconsciously and took a step back.

Eric took off his cape and wrapped me up.

"Eric, is this... yours?" I pulled the chain around my neck with the ring I found in the candy box.

Eric's expression became awkward, he coughed lightly, turned his face away, "It's yours now."

"I can't accept other people's rings casually. My mother will be angry if she finds out." I started to undo the silver buckle around my neck.

"Accept it, it's just a small gift." He was so anxious to stop me that his cold hands touched my fingers, and then his face changed color visibly, even the mask that covered most of his face Unable to resist, the socket of his chin turned red. Of course, he could be said to be affected by the dim light in the room.

"Eric, girls can accept flowers and sweets from men, but not such expensive jewelry, I already owe you too much, don't make me humble and beg you." I took off the ring and put it in his palm.

Eric seemed to be frustrated again, his lips parted and closed, trying to say something, he squeezed the ring in his hand tightly, almost crushing it, I quickly lowered my head, pretending not to see it.

The temperature that had just eased dropped back to the freezing point again, and the heavy rain pattered on the stone steps outside the door. The smell of dust mixed with rain seeped in from outside the door, and bright lightning pierced the sky from time to time.

Eric's white mask was covered with rainwater, and some water gradually condensed and flowed in through the gaps in the mask. He blinked his eyes from time to time to avoid these drops of water.

"You...you can take off your mask and wipe it off, I won't peek at you." In order to show my determination not to peek, I quickly turned around, turned my back to him, and faced the wall, like a child who is about to play hide-and-seek .

The voice behind him froze for a moment, and there was the sound of the mask being taken off. After a few seconds, he said, "It's ok."

I turned away and Eric put the mask back on again.

In fact, I have already guessed about the scene under the mask. It is nothing more than a serious disfigurement. Eric has suffered a lot because of his appearance, so he cares about him so much.As a girl, I can quite understand his feelings. Even though I am intact, I sometimes feel annoyed about my baby face, not to mention the disfigured Eric.

Without taking off the mask, he can always play an indifferent and proud man in black; once the mask is taken off, who knows what will happen?Human beings can never justify beauty and ugliness. The so-called equality is nothing but nonsense.

We looked at each other awkwardly, as if we were trying to find something to talk about.

"Do you have any plans?" As a guy who has no problem communicating with people normally, I took the initiative to ask.

"Intend?"

"Plans, for example, finding a job, developing hobbies, are planning for the future and the like."

Eric bent the corners of his lips strangely, and laughed out loud, "It's my job to keep the theater running normally."

"But, you pulled some pranks... Both managers are freaking out." I pleaded in a low voice.

Eric stretched out his hand, as if trying to touch my hand, but retracted it again, coughing dryly, "I should take you back, you're all wet, you'll catch the wind and cold if you don't change your clothes." His expression was shy He doesn't look like a grown man at all, but like a big ignorant boy.

"Wait... If I want to see you, how can I find you."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll lock you in the cellar?" Eric lowered his tone again.

He is a bit like many famous male voices in the theater, substituting the dramatic high-pitched crooning into the daily way of speaking, and seems to be able to sing a lyrical aria at any time.

"Don't scare me, we are friends, not prisoners and prisoners." My words obviously pleased Eric, and he smiled.

When going down the stairs, Eric took the initiative to squat down.

"You want to carry me?" I smiled and patted his broad shoulders. His figure was no longer as thin as before, but much stronger.

"It hurt your foot."

The slope of the spiral staircase is very steep, and it would be tiring to climb normally, not to mention lying on Eric's shoulders, I stared down with wide eyes and trembling.

"Your heart is beating very fast." Eric murmured faintly, if it wasn't for my exceptionally sensitive hearing, I would have missed this soliloquy.

I looped my arms around Eric's neck, put my head on his shoulder, and suddenly laughed silly and unconsciously.

Since I can remember, one of the most enviable things is that the children lie on the shoulders of their fathers, happy as if they have the happiness of the whole world.Should I be thankful that I have danced ballet since I was a child, so my weight has never been up to standard? If I accidentally grow into a round figure like Aunt Mary, a theater cleaner, I will definitely not enjoy the current treatment.

"Eric, we left the violin case on the roof."

"I'll take them back to your room."

As soon as he reached the corridor of the dormitory, Eric stopped, "I can't go any further, maybe someone will see me."

"Eric, please promise me, don't hurt other people, whatever you want to do, don't hurt people, I don't want any misfortune for you." I tried to convince him, somehow, there was always a feeling that Eric Ke has a ghostly indifference. He doesn't seem to care about other people's lives, and even takes pleasure in hurting others. During this meeting, his indifference and arrogance became more and more irresistible.

"I promise you, I won't hurt anyone if they don't try to rebel and expel them."

There was a certain indifference in his beautiful pale gold eyes.

The author has something to say: _(:3J∠)_God E is about to sell his meat, it’s great that you guys are still diving~

Let’s discuss in detail whether E’s face is completely destroyed, half destroyed, or a quarter destroyed~ In short, it doesn’t matter if you open your mind to become more insane, whoever has reason to listen to.

I recommend everyone to listen to the "Devil's Tremolo" that appears in this chapter. Even laymen can hear the difficult skills in this song [However, it is indeed a bit like sawing wood]