man, he looks ugly

During the performance, the hallway of the dormitory looked like the esophagus of some kind of huge sea creature. It was long, dark and gloomy. I walked through the corridor with my shoulders in my arms.The off-the-shoulder dress can’t block the cool breeze from the end of the corridor. With the screams of rodents behind the wall, the kerosene lamp on the wall emits faint red light like the eyes of beasts. No wonder the girls always go back to the dormitory in groups .

When I finally got to the door, I rushed into the house and turned on the lights in the room.

When I was in the warm yellow halo, I was finally able to exhale the cold air in my chest. I tried to untie the ribbon on the back of the skirt, and took off this beautiful skirt that had bound me for a long time.

A gust of cool wind came in from outside the door, and the flame of the candle in the mirror seemed to shake for a moment. I turned around suddenly and saw a gloomy black figure standing at the door. Where the light and shadow intersected, a pair of white bones loomed.

"Eric, you scared me." I pressed my chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Eric walked in, his footsteps were as light and silent as goose feathers. He didn't speak for a while, but just looked at me quietly with the golden eyes behind the mask, which made people feel confused.

"Speak, Eric, don't stare like that." I couldn't help wrinkling my nose.

"You've been away for too long." He said very unhappy.

"Don't be too busy reprimanding, let me hug for a while first." "Walking to him, I hugged him vigorously, letting myself be immersed in my longing for my lover.

There is a certain pungent aroma lingering on Eric, which is stronger than roses and longer than tuberose. This aroma seems a bit thin to use flowers as a metaphor, the richness of woody spices and complex spices The aroma should be the mixed smell of the spices he brought back from the Far East, decomposed and blended in a closed space.

I like him, and I like his breath.

Eric is quite unskilled in embracing this way of expressing love. He always stands there like a log, with his hands stretched out as if he forgot to wind them, like the heartless Tin Woodman in fairy tales.

"What did you do today?"

"Compose music, teach Christine to sing, read books, draw blueprints, make organs, and wait for you to come back..." He thought for a while and answered.

"What about eating? What did you eat?"

"Bread." He hesitated for a long time, let this head full of unconstrained and unconstrained magic principles think about the small details of daily life, which is as difficult as making a magical pumpkin carriage or a certain interlocking mechanism room.

"and also?"

"Butter...butter and bread."

These words make people laugh and cry, this guy is always like this, filling his stomach with food hastily, only needing to maintain the basic operation of the body, and then throwing himself into his fanatical creation again as if completing the task.His brain is not a pot of sage, which can be creaked and operated without eating or drinking and absorbing nutrients from the body.

"Let's go eat." I stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin.

I was hungry all afternoon, I didn't even eat a cup of black tea or a snack, my stomach was burning, and I urgently needed some food to fill my stomach.It's just after dinner time, the actors should all go backstage to prepare for the performance, please cook, maybe I can find some leftovers for a simple dinner.

Just as I was holding Eric's hand and turning around, a figure flashed by the door. Her cumbersome skirt revealed her gender. It was a ballet dancer's skirt.

Eric shook off my hand and strode out the door, disappearing into the darkness of the corridor like black lightning.

In the first second, the whole brain was consumed with panic, Eric was seen, and we were just hugging, hugging and kissing like a normal couple.

What should we do if Mrs. Geary finds out?

I ran out the door and down the dimly lit hallway.

In fact, what would happen if people knew about it?

Eric and I were just in love and didn't do anything to hurt anyone.

If we walked out into the sun, we wouldn't get anyone's applause. They would laugh at my voice and Eric's face, discriminate against our relationship for not following the rules, and maybe think that we two freaks It just happened to be a pair, and it didn't harm the world.

So what?

Two orphans abandoned by heaven, what else can they do besides licking each other's wounds and stumbling on?

At the end of the corridor, I saw the girl who was pinned against the wall by Eric's neck.

It's Anais...

The other expressions on her face were easily annihilated by fear, her teeth chattered, her lips became pale, and the ugly blood color spread from her neck to her entire face, and she couldn't help rolling her eyes due to lack of oxygen.

"Eric! Let her go! You're going to strangle her!" I tugged on Eric's sleeve, trying to loosen his tense fingers like bowstrings.

"She saw me." Eric replied coldly, as if in his palm was not a living life, but a soulless rotten flesh.Even those eyes, which were more dazzling and beautiful than golden apples, were like citrine just dug out of the ground, containing the indifference of thousands of years.

I took a step back in horror from his eyes.

"Eric, you can't do this, it's not you..." The tingling in my nose made my speech stutter, out of sequence.

He just doesn't care about the horrible thing of 'taking another's life'.

This belated realization.

Maybe, maybe it was because my performance was scarier than Anais, Eric slowly let go of the hands that tightly clamped Anais' neck.

The lungs regained air, and Anais knelt on the ground, coughing violently, mixed with crying and hiccups.

Eric still stood where he was, wearing leather gloves and a black cloak, like a faithful believer of death, even the last remaining pity of the executioner would not be parasitic in his heart.

When I tried to help Anais, I noticed that my fingertips were trembling. I worked hard for a long time before I put my hands on Anais' shoulders.

A kerosene lamp lacking fuel in the corridor cracked and struggled a few times before suddenly going out. The cool wind poured in from the round window at the end, stirring up the lifeless air here. The god of time moved the metal machinery, second by second beating.

A lavender dance dress fell beside Anais, which looked familiar, and I recognized it as the strangely lost dance dress.

It was once exquisite and expensive, and it was thrown on the floor in disgrace, and the crisp fabric became crumpled, like an ugly rag.

"This dance skirt is mine."

Anais coughed for a long time, and apologized with sobs, "I'm sorry... I just went to the prom... I just want to go to the prom."

Anais, who was born in a commoner family, has no advantage over the other girls in the dance troupe in terms of figure or appearance. She plays an inconspicuous supporting role on the stage and dances in the crowd. She loves those beautiful dresses crazily , but no chance to try them on. Only the leading actors are eligible to wear the beautifully cut and expensive costumes. The costume room is locked all the year round, and the costume custodians keep a record of every costume.

In order to sneak into the banquet of the nobles, she stole my dance dress, but I was careless, and I didn't find it until Christine was rummaging through the clothes.

Stealing the dress and successfully flirting with the princes did not mean that she became peaceful in her heart. Taking advantage of the performance moment, she tried to return the dance dress to the cabinet, pretending that nothing happened.

"Anai, I haven't lost my dance dress, and you haven't seen me and him. Promise me, you won't tell anyone about today's events, especially my mother."

"I know, I know..." Anais agreed anxiously, she didn't even dare to glance in Eric's direction.

The white skull and the weird mask were enough to scare her out of her wits.

"I'm sorry, Anais, we didn't mean to hurt you, I'm very sorry."

I don't expect to be forgiven by her, the purple fingerprints on her neck will remain on her heart like a shackle.

It didn't take long before Solly took Philip's arm and walked in front of the members of the ballet troupe of the theater. Whenever the theater put on a play starring Solly, Count Philip Chaney would appear in her lounge in advance.

Another rumor came out through Solly's mouth: I once tried to cling to wealth, but was rejected by Mr. Earl...

In most people's eyes, this is too normal.There is nothing wrong with a single aristocrat like Count Chaney, who is favored by countless beauties, and spends the evening with a beautiful actress after a performance.

If he had chosen a ballerina with a broken voice, the gossip would have gotten out of hand like a fire in an October haystack.

For this reason, Mrs. Geary sighed and tried to comfort her daughter; Christine was also cautious for several days, lest she say something wrong and make me cry.

It's really strange, I obviously don't have any sense of loss, why am I still misunderstood by them as a broken relationship?

In my mind, the dark cloud that hid the sun was clearly worrying about Eric's temperament, and Philip had been forgotten by me.

But the simple-minded Solly wanted to show off in front of me too much. She told the girls in the dance troupe that Philip would help her keep the shoe covers and pockets, because she was sure that with them, the satin shoes and gauze skirts for dancing would be beautiful. Bright as new.

Before a performance, Christine and I walked to the front of the stage side by side, just in time to see Solly and Philip walking towards each other.

She smiled sweetly at me, let go of her fingertips, and let the handkerchief slip to the floor.Philip bent down and picked up the handkerchief for her quite cooperatively, although there was a very unpleasant mocking smile on the corner of his lips, which disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Meg." Christine tugged at my skirt with a nervous expression, for fear that I would make some unexpected move.

"It's nothing, don't worry about me."

Christine and I put our heads down against the wall to get out of the way, allowing Solly and Philip to pass by, laughing at each other.