man, he looks ugly

During the days when I was grounded, I had nothing to do, so I could only return to the silent roof of the theater again, look up at the statue of Apollo and the blue sky, and let the few remaining summer sunshine warm my lonely and weak soul.

Eric began to formally contact Christine. When he learned from me that Christine likes to hide in the prayer room, he laughed out loud.

Because, just next to the prayer room, there is a secret passage leading to it through a wall.In this regard, his explanation is that there are always people who like to confide their sins in front of the statue of the Virgin, as if they can be redeemed, but they just happen to fall into his ears.

It's scary, no wonder Eric easily obtained the right to use the No. [-] VIP box from the manager of the theater. He is like a ghost hidden in the theater, invading people's hearts unconsciously, using the insidious and cunning in the eyes of the world. The means of playing with the crowd between applause.

I couldn't go out to play for a whole month, and I realized that the ordinary street outside the theater seemed so attractive at this moment. Even the male waiter serving coffee to the guests in the coffee shop on the right side of the theater could make me I watched with gusto.

Behold, the old man, obsessed with the newspaper, puts a cigar in his coffee!And that well-dressed thief, he emptied the wallets of the three customers beside him!

If it hadn't been for the white dove falling from the sky, I would have spent half the afternoon of my rest day on the roof again.

This white pigeon was bought by Eric from a certain European circus owner. It is said that it is shockingly clever. It can not only calculate addition and subtraction within ten, but also flap its wings to the rhythm of the music. After training, it became a good helper for Eric to deliver messages.

"Little E, thank you for your hard work." I took out the small purse from my skirt and poured the fried peas into the palm of my hand.

Little E, whose name was forced by me, was not very interested in rebelling. As long as he used the peas he liked to please, this guy immediately betrayed Eric. Give it a try and see if there are any delicious peas.

"Eric said he would give Christine the first lesson today, let's go underground and wait for him."

It’s quite amazing to say that Little E’s high IQ makes him never greedy. Every time he eats about ten peas, he is satisfied. The head of Apollo's harp cleared his throat.

The secret passage that Eric told me is the fastest shortcut to the underground. If there is any inconvenience, it must be that section of the underground river. Without Eric’s help, it would be difficult for me to row to his place with my own strength. Home.

In order to solve this problem, Eric tied a bell at the end of the dark river. As long as I ring the bell, he can hear it at home and come to pick me up.

Little E and I waited for a long time, and Eric gradually emerged from the darkness with his boat, still in the dead black, like an extradition man from the underworld.

Due to my limited size, or simply short legs, every time I got off the boat, I would accidentally step on the lake and wet my shoes.Eric couldn't stand it anymore, he hugged me horizontally, and using his long legs that were obviously slightly longer than ordinary people, he stepped directly on the floor.

In this Chinese room, Eric's most beloved pipe organ is on the wall facing the lake, occupying a wall. The flickering waves emitted from the lake surface undulate on the sound pipes of the old Baroque pipe organ, Like the tide.

When Eric falls into the craziest creative trough, this gigantic machine with a vast and brilliant sound field will emit a soul-shaking sound, transforming the hollow rock formation underground into a majestic concert hall.

Most of the time, though, Eric also enjoys playing the piano, showing off his technique and fingering as his fingers trickle over the keys.

"Come play this scene with me, I need your violin harmony." Eric handed me a few pages of newly written music.

How can I ask about Christine without letting this music fanatic have a good time?

He sat on the piano bench, and I also moved a cushion and sat beside him, with the score in front of me and the violin on my shoulders.

After looking at Eric, we played the music on the score at the same time.

The moment the double pianos were played, the affectionate and romantic melody quickly filled the entire dark world.

If the piano is a lady in fine clothes among musical instruments, then the violin must be the most steadfast and heartfelt knight beside her. the fire.

When the song was finished, I was a little out of breath. I pressed my chest and calmed down my emotions for a long time. If I was stimulated again at this time, my heart would almost jump out of my chest...

"This song is so perfect, Eric, you are either a music lunatic with a genius mind, or you made an exchange with the devil."

"I'd often work like crazy for two weeks and then take a few years off," Eric confessed.

"Okay, tell me now, how was Christine's lesson today?"

"Little Meg, your friend is like an untouched rough stone. With time, coupled with the creation of skilled craftsmen, her brilliance in singing will surpass everyone in this theater." Quite rare, he didn't use to be mean Sarcasm for Christine.

For some reason, when Eric uttered this rare word of praise, a black mist surged in my heart, which coagulated and cooled my restless blood.

Could it be that this is the legendary jealousy?

Oh, what a shame that I should be jealous of my friends.

"Come dance with me." On a whim, I jumped up from the cushion.

Eric immediately took a step back unnaturally.

I took his hand and walked towards an open space on the stone steps. This place is too close to the water surface, and the groundwater will submerge the ground if there is too much seepage. A place full of all kinds of extravagant 'organs', this place is considered a flat place suitable for dancing.

How bad Eric's dancing skills are, I probably experienced it in the garden of Perry's house last time. His arms will be in standard but stiff postures, and he will move his feet and step on the beat without any flexibility. I don't know. I understand the hard work of the female partner, if the dance partner happens to be a girl who has learned to dance since childhood, and let the delicate noble lady be his dance partner, I am afraid that he will find an excuse to rest after half of the dance.

"Hey, don't be so stiff, like a zombie." I gently squeezed his shoulder.

It seems that the word zombie stimulated Eric, he immediately became nervous, took a wrong step, and stepped on my toe.

"Are you afraid of zombies?" The pain made me grit my teeth and ask him.

"No, not afraid." Eric continued his stiff dance steps, the skin that peeked out from under the mask turning red.

"Lie, you are scared."

The person under the mask was silent for a long time before answering coldly.

"You don't want to know why."

Even as dull as I am, I can see how much it hurts him to mention it.

There was no music in the house, and our dance moves depended on the beats of the music in each other's heads. Fortunately, our beats were so close, but they were still very monotonous and empty.

"Maybe you dance better with music." I was trying to liven up Eric's 'house'.

Eric let go of his hands in frustration, and he was also aware of his shortcomings in dancing.Dance posture is not something that can be danced gracefully simply by mastering the beat or learning the posture.

"Believe me, there is a dance, you will learn it quickly." I returned to the piano, put one hand on the keys, and tapped the keyboard quickly and smoothly.

Because this piece of music is too simple, it is enough to play it with one hand.

As a musical genius, Eric couldn't accept such a poor repertoire and stood in place like a log.

"This is, is this a nursery rhyme or a country song?" He asked in disbelief.

"That's right." I picked up the violin next to the piano and went back to Eric, put the violin on my shoulders, and pulled out a section with the bow. Seeing that he was still standing there dumbfounded, I deliberately wrinkled my nose and made a grimace. , "Follow me."

At the beginning, Eric was a little disgusted with this simple and repetitive dance step, but once he danced, he found the benefits of this kind of introductory dance music, especially the music accompanied by a simple loop, and subconsciously made a quite inconsistent with his personality and identity. action.

When we danced in the country festivals, the simple and unseemly dance steps of people in front of the bonfire did not have the restraint of the square dance, nor the elegance of the waltz at all. There were only simple skirts and jackets, and the accompaniment of cheerful whistles.

When the music stopped, the white dove descended from the air and landed on Eric's shoulder. It was still flapping its wings in high spirits, and moved playfully on his shoulder.

"You're sweating." Eric took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me.

In Eric's kingdom, there are many large glass mirrors in the dark and damp underground, which reflect the light of candles brighter. I walked to a mirror and looked at my sweat-soaked hair on my forehead. Ruth couldn't help turning her head to look at Eric.

He was taking wheat out of a silver box to feed Little E, and there were tiny beads of sweat hanging from the corner where his face met his neck, bright as high-quality coconut oil by candlelight.

"Eric?"

"Huh?" He turned his head, wearing a hideous bone mask on his face.

Presumably bewitched by the pair of golden eyes suppressing pain and elegance, or by the more beautiful voice under the mask than a Viennese piano, I approached him, so close that the two of them could clearly see all the details of each other's faces.

"Aren't you hot?" I tentatively reached out and put my fingers on the edge of the bone mask.

This is more human struggle than Eve eating the fruit of the tree of wisdom. Whether to pick it or not is to be a pure and happy individual in chaos;

The desperate bet in the blood makes me want to move, but the entanglement of the world makes my fingertips weak like spider silk.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but it seemed like a long time wasted.

After a long time, Eric raised his hand and peeled the handkerchief from my fingers.

He turned his back, took off the mask, put it on the side cabinet, and fell into a long silence.

Suddenly, I wanted to kill myself, use the sharpest sword, stab into the heart, and die with a single blow.

Bewitched by reason and impulse, I made a fatal and terrible mistake when I tried to take off Eric's mask. I hesitated until he could sense my hesitation...

Shame made my nose sore and stinging, as if I wanted to cry, but I held it in my throat because of my sin.

"Should I be lucky, or should I hate that you would feel guilty and choose to redeem a soul possessed by the devil, but linger at a critical moment." Eric's biting words finally made me unable to hold back my tears, " What are you afraid of? Afraid that beneath the mask is a face uglier than a zombie, scarier than a demon, scarier than the strangest dream?"

"Eric, no, it's not like that." With a dirty rag stuck in my throat, my natural disability made me retort in a stern voice.

"Go, it's time for you to go home." His voice cooled down again, as if returning to purgatory.

After eating enough wheat, the white pigeon lost interest in the food, landed in front of me, tilted its neck curiously, and looked at me with black jewel-like pigeon eyes.

"Eric, give me your handkerchief." I squeezed the palms of my hands to calm myself down and be crazier.

Eric was silent for a long time, wondering if he should make another choice.

God knows, where did I come from at that moment, I snatched the handkerchief from Eric and put it over my eyes, grabbed his sleeve, ran to him, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him based on my impression and feeling.

The reckless and thoughtless action made me feel that the lips touched the lower part of his lower lip.

But immediately, Eric hugged me fiercely, the huge and amazing force almost lifted my whole body from the ground, and the two lips were in the most perfect position for each other, touching and fitting.

Eric's lips were a little dry, but smooth, like expensive porcelain from across the ocean, the slightly warm breath, like the wind blowing from a hot moon, made people flustered.

But when I was dazed, I actually stuck out the tip of my tongue like a newborn calf.

This kiss seemed too clumsy for two people who were too simple in love affairs, but it was full of sincerity.

The kiss seemed clear to me that Eric had never had another woman.

For Eric, this kiss seemed to have won the so-called salvation of the soul.

Hot water drops fell on my fingertips.

After returning to my brain, I realized that at some point, the fingers attached to Eric's chin were covered with hot tears.

Those tears flowed into my lips, like the water from the bitter sea from the Far East, slightly salty.

Eric was crying, and he was crying?

This man who called himself the Dark Emperor and was so powerful that he ignored all the rules of the world actually shed tears for a small kiss...

The author has something to say: the legendary first kiss_(:3J∠)_, the first kiss with 100% sugar content.

The third watch is over~ let's take a breather.

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