man, he looks ugly

There are numerous movements scattered around the piano. Fingers are pressing on the black and white keys, and the wires are touching the golden hammers at the backstage of the piano to strike wonderful notes. I don’t understand why Eric’s notes are full of manic and full emotions, just like his For the fanaticism of music, he would ask me to adjust the register, such as switching from C to D, in the harshest tone.

"Are you creating an opera?" When I finished playing a section with difficulty, I noticed the changing rhythm of the tune, which was very similar to the chapter played by the orchestra at the beginning of the opera.

"Yes, I used my whole life to create it." Eric's golden eyes became more sacred against the bright candle light. If it weren't for the terrible mask on his face, these eyes should have been blessed by God angel.

"what is it call?"

""Don Juan's Triumph", I have recently entered the period of creation, and I have been troubled by it day and night." His lips were slightly bent helplessly, and his fingers casually played a pile of discarded movements beside the piano.

"Don't worry, Eric, you will create works that shock the world, and I have no doubt about it." I raised my face and looked up at his chin. Under the pale skin was a body that was hotter than magma flames. heart of.

"What kind of disease is your throat suffering from? Didn't Mrs. Geary call you a doctor?" Eric stretched out his fingers to hover over my exposed neck, hesitated for a long time, and then carefully touched it with his fingertips. My skin, those fingertips were as cold as ever, causing goosebumps.

"Of course not. My mother has invited many doctors for me. Some people said that I have a deformed polyp deep in my throat. Unless I cut my throat and remove the piece of meat, it will be difficult to return to normal." I looked at Eric with a wry smile.

The disability of appearance can be hidden behind a mask, but the disability of voice is unavoidable. Even if I am willing to be dumb, I will inevitably be glanced at by the eyes of the world. Speaking of it, Eric and I have a feeling of sympathy.

"I will invite the most wonderful doctor in the world for you to heal your throat."

"Eric, you have done enough for me. If I accept your kindness again, I'm afraid I won't be able to repay it." I half-joked, and stretched out my hand to press his wrist.

"I need you, my opera needs a singer who can know its soul!" He kept pursing his lips into a straight line, trying to convince me.

"You overestimate me, Eric. I haven't managed to sing a whole song since I was seven, but it makes me feel so happy to say that. Let me give you a hug." I held out my arms, I hugged Eric's waist fiercely, and rubbed against his soft and delicate shirt. It was so comfortable. It's been a long time since I felt the body temperature of another person so closely.

I dare say that at that moment, Eric was like a stone statue that had looked directly at Medusa, and even his breathing stopped.

"Eric... You won't, you haven't been hugged by girls before?" I buried my face in his arms and asked amusedly.

This guy didn't speak, but his body became even stiffer, as if ice was still on the rock.

Maybe I was wronged at the ball today, or maybe I ran to find the Persian but was knocked down by a strange perfume bottle. When I woke up and saw Eric, I wanted to hug him and thank him for being so kind to me.

In this city where extravagance and philistinism coexist, who would show gratuitous kindness to another person just for a small and simple reason? A wife who shares the same bed will poison her husband, and a partner will speak harsh words behind others. People with status beg for approval, and those with the right to speak claim to be the truth... Xueyue has not yet arrived, and people have tasted the coldness of the world,

"You're… weird today." Eric strokes my hair, running it through his fingers.

That's right, I was a little strange, my eyes were inexplicably wet, and fine beads of sweat ooze from my palms.

"You shouldn't just sniff the perfume made by Daloga." In order to divert the embarrassing attention, he began to take the opportunity to educate me.

"I thought he was your friend, would he harm me? Speaking of which, why would I faint?" I thought of that weird bottle of perfume, a normal person would put a bottle of it in the corner of his living room and smell it A perfume that puts people down?

"Simple girl, don't trust anyone casually." There was a short laugh in his chest.

"But someone told me to believe you unconditionally, should I believe this?" I looked at him sincerely, trying to learn more secrets.

"She is right, I am your protector, and your every move is under my watch.

Those well-dressed hypocrites,

Those hideous beasts,

Trying to drag you into the filthy muck,

Dye the pure wings black.

but, my dear,

I'll be by your side,

Drive away all darkness and gloom,

Pierce the heart of those arrogant and rude people with a silver sword..."

Eric's high-pitched voice echoed between the cold and solid stone walls, tearing apart the dark ghosts in the vast and deep underground world into powder.

"Eric, your talent should not be wasted on slaughtering other people's lives... Don't worry about me too much, I will protect myself. In the theater, Mrs. Geary's status is unshakable, and I am no longer that inferior A little girl." Stimulated by his description, I couldn't help but grab his hand and plead in a low voice.

Perhaps it is always difficult for people to get rid of the first impression. When I first met Eric, in his eyes, I was a little girl who could not protect herself. When the voice is broken, a person hides in the house and looks at the world around him with negative eyes.

But at the age of 16, with the help of Mrs. Geary and Christine, I have come out of my dark childhood and become more and more normal, normal enough to tolerate harsh words behind others.

But Eric didn't know it. He missed my growth, and he still desperately put me under his protection circle, guarding against everyone else. Even Mrs. Geary, as my biological mother, would be considered negligent by him. Because she didn't teach me to be a qualified lady... Speaking of which, Christine has been quite successful on the road of a lady.

It's quite rare, maybe it's because of the hug just now, Eric didn't take it seriously, he crossed his legs, leaned against the wall with his hands folded, and asked casually, "Speaking of it, why did you go to Daloga's place, you have something to do?" Find me?"

"Uh...it's a little hard to say, but Eric, your singing is the best I've ever heard," I hurriedly folded my hands flatteringly and begged him, "You know, Christine is my best." My friend, her voice is very beautiful, but she lacks some skills. Without a good teacher to teach her singing skills, the pearl will be dusted. Can you teach her to sing?"

"Christine? Your good sister."

"Yes, she grew up with me, Eric, please."

"I'll think about it." Eric took out the gold watch from the side pocket of his suit and looked at the time, "But now, it's almost midnight, you should go back."

"My God! It's over, it's over, it's over, Mom will be angry."

"I'll take you along a small road. If you want to come to me, you can go this way. You reckless girl, if you don't put you under my care for a moment, you will cause trouble."

Eric's statement made me wrinkle my nose and grimace.

But since I still need to ask him to teach Christine to sing, when Eric put on his cape and turned around, I quickly made a flattering smile again.

When I got back to the dormitory, it was already very late. As soon as I walked to the door, I couldn't help but stretched my hand behind my back to untie the straps of the corset. Who knew that when I opened the door, I didn't see Christine, but saw Mrs. Geary was sitting in a chair with a fearsome upright posture, holding the teaching staff she usually used in class, and staring at me with unprecedented severity.

When it was over, my ankles were shaking.

"Mom." I lowered my head, obediently or slowly walked into the room.

"When you went out, you promised to be back at what time." Mrs. Geary was really angry. Since I was a child, she has spoken to me in this harsh tone very few times.

"Eight o'clock."

"now what?"

Trembling, I raised my head and glanced at the alarm clock on the cabinet, the sound became weaker and weaker.

"One o'clock."

The three-finger-thick teaching stick slapped on the corner of the cabinet, making a terrible loud noise.

Omg, with this horrible bang, my knees almost buckled and I almost fell to my knees.

"Mom, I was wrong." God knows, my tears fell faster than the summer rainstorm at this moment.

On weekdays, no matter how crazy Christine and I are in private, we will transform into docile sheep in front of Mrs. Geary, just like the food chain in the biological world, which cannot be reversed, and no wild lamb can contradict the ewe.

"How dare you do this? Going out to have fun like an uneducated wild child, leaving your poor mother in fear in the dark!" Mrs. Geary's words were sharper than a knife, and I couldn't help biting the flesh on my wrist , to stop that terrible cry from coming out of his throat.

"Mom, forgive me, please, forgive me..."

"Could it be that your mother is a vicious witch who would harm her daughter? She just wanted her daughter to understand the cruel laws of this world. If a girl ran out with a man and didn't return all night. Her mother had worked so hard for her." The reputation that has been protected for 16 years will be destroyed in one day."

Mrs. Geary finally felt compassion. How could a mother humiliate her daughter relentlessly?She came over, tears streaming down her face, and hugged me who couldn't make any sound except whimpering.

"Honey, I'm so afraid that you will be hurt." Mrs. Geary sighed deeply, and finally she was willing to hug me.

"Mom, I swear I'll never do this again."

"From tomorrow, you will not be allowed to go out for a month." Mrs. Geary picked up the staff and walked out the door.

Just when the door was about to close behind me, I couldn't hold back my doubts and asked in a low voice, "Mom, where's Christine?"

"She took a pretty big hit today and slept on my side."