man, he looks ugly

The water in the underground river is quieter than a solidified glass mirror. From time to time, fine and incoherent white foam floats across the dark green water surface, and rootless aquatic plants flow along the water into the deeper and farther darkness.

The arm-thick candle on the gold platform is lit day and night, and the flame rises to create white mist. Eric likes to keep his residence filled with light forever.He prefers to light all the candles when I come, trying to hide the fact that we are not in the garden or on the grass, playing the violin, feeling the sun and the air like other lovers.

This boundless and bottomless dark river is full of magical powers. Perhaps the water demon is lurking in the water, bewitching the world with its transparent eyes. Staring at the lake for too long, I couldn't help reaching out and touching the lake.

"Don't put your fingers in the river, it's getting colder." He retracted my fingers that had dipped into the water and put them in his palms, but his palms were no warmer than the dark river water.

"Eric, we should go out for a walk, like normal people." I lay on Eric's lap, looked down from below, and I could just see the lack of blood on the chin, he should get more sun.

"Honey, normal people don't wear such horrible and weird masks." He kissed my fingers, his eyes were pious, as if I could frown, and he could cry with guilt.

Eric is a 100% old-fashioned gentleman. When I fell asleep in his arms or in bed, he never took the initiative to touch me.

Once, I suddenly woke up from a dream and felt the coldness on my forehead.Eric seemed to be unable to restrain his urge to get close to me, so he did such abnormal behaviors as 'kiss me in my sleep'.What is speechless is that since I found out, he has been too ashamed to do such a thing again. I seriously suspect that he even swore a poisonous oath behind my back!

This poor and lovely man.

With his extraordinary self-control, he is a model of a good man in the eyes of all mothers.

Thinking of this, I can't help but sigh. I tried to find out what my mother said, but the result was very bad.

Mrs. Geary, who devoted half of her youth to the Opera House, is well aware of all kinds of things happening in the theater, and she is also one of the few people who knows the real existence of Eric.Once, when I was a child playing mass on the violin, I was overheard by Eric who happened to pass by, and Mrs. Geary resolutely rejected his clumsy advances.

When the phantom returned to the theater underground and once again took power to control the opera house, Mrs. Geary kept silent on the surface, but she had privately warned me many times not to associate with any weird guy, so that I had to go home to find my mother as soon as I saw the ghost. up!

But secretly, her two daughters, one is in full swing with the "Ghost of the Theater", and the other is immersed in the visit of the "Music Angel". A thick and long teaching staff that has been by his side for many years will definitely hit Eric hard!

"It's time for you to cut your hair." It was so boring, I began to bully his hair that fell on his shoulders, it was really enviable, it lacks nutrition and sunlight, but it can still grow so healthy, the color is a little flaxen brown, They hang down healthily and naturally, and they naturally condense into wisps without care.

There is a saying that people with rough hair have mostly upright and resolute personalities, and they are determined to achieve all goals.

It's terrible, I've only just been in a relationship with Eric, and my mind is full of whether his clothes, grooming, hair and nails have crossed the warning line... These details that I once needed Christine to remind me intimately , now actually occupy my heart.I'm like a poor wife, hoping that Eric's life will be on the right track, that he can wear a shirt for three or four days, take a rough bath in a dark river, and then pile up those dirty clothes and burn them.

"I have a very sharp dagger, made by the best blacksmith in Damascus," he replied casually.

"How dare you do such a cruel thing to yourself?" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, got up from him, and began to rummage through the cabinets, found pens and ink, wrote down the new daily necessities that needed to be purchased, and handed them to Lute as a list.

"How is Kristin's singing studies going?"

"It's not bad. The problems of her narrow bass range and low voice in the middle range have been solved, but the high range is still too stiff. Sometimes, I really want to come out from behind the wall and hit her on the back hard, let her Try screaming."

Eric sighed rather helplessly, which made me want to laugh out loud despite my ladylike image.

"Be more patient, Mr. Ghost, show the patience you used to avoid me."

"My little girl, whenever I teach Christine to sing, you are always on my mind,

in the bottom of my heart,

Your name is mentioned over and over again,

in mind,

Your smile appears again and again,

ghost under the mask,

full of thoughts of his angel,

Wishing the angels could sing with the ghosts,

in the kingdom of music,

The sanctuary of the kingdom of sweet music,

resplendent throne,

I want you to be king with me

Revered by all!

Let those fools,

kneel before you with me,

feel true holiness,

To comprehend the true soul..."

This man paced the stone steps, worried about me, sang for me.

He walked to the piano, angrily knocked on the accent keys, and vented his anger with the help of music.

I have nothing to repay, I can only take out the violin, release my heart with relaxing and joyful music, and soothe the crazy and harsh music.

If Eric sacrificed his soul to music and got this soul-stirring voice, then I must have made a deal in exchange for dancing skills.

When the music is played, human beings follow the valley deep in their hearts, jump, rotate, and swing their limbs, and they have been carefully crafted by time to become an elegant language.

Eric stopped his fingers on the keys and sighed.

"Meg, I want you to play the leading role. Your acting and dancing are much more elegant and sincere than those pompous actors."

The next moment, a dreamlike female voice lingered and echoed between the stone walls.

It seems to be a natural sound from heaven, with a little innocence of a little girl before changing her voice, but also full of soprano's proficient skills, without any additional decoration of lyrics, only to make the soul tremble, human beings unattainable heights.

I was dumbfounded, looking at Eric, his lips were slightly parted, and a girlish voice came out of those enchanted red lips.

He sang the classic aria from "Romeo and Juliet", which is also the dance I just unconsciously danced.

"Keep jumping."

Eric waved his arms.

It's like a general giving instructions to soldiers, making my toes tense reflexively and taking a big arc step.

This incredible, dream-like experience left me tossing and turning on the sheets.

In addition to a wonderful voice, Eric also has a magical ventriloquist, he can make a variety of sounds, even sounds in various situations.

If he wanted the sound to come out of a box, all he had to do was make some kind of sound with his mouth closed, and every ignorant person would think that the little wooden box contained the mythical treetop spirit, which is not even a legend. Terrible tricks that dare to be mentioned.

Maybe because I turned over too many times, Christine suddenly ran barefoot from her bed and jumped onto mine.

"What's the matter with you, Meg." She touched my face, lit the lamp by the bed, and carried it under the covers.

The warm colors emitted by the small lamps, imprisoned under the narrow and cramped sheets, just allow us to see each other clearly, including any expressions on the faces.

Just like when we were young, every time we want to confide in each other or want to know secrets, we cover our heads with sheets. It is said that this can prevent being heard by God and protect the little secrets of girls.

"Meg, swear to me you'll tell the truth, what's the matter with you lately?"

"Christine, do you believe that there really are 'music angels' in this world?"

Maybe it's a little confusing to say, but Eric's talent is really scary. Is it really a blessing for him to have an unimaginable ability for human beings?

"If you asked me this question three months ago, my heart would be full of confusion and I would not know what to do. My father told me that every child will have his own music angel, it's just whether the time of visit is early or late. Diligent and talented children can play a complete violin repertoire when they are four or five years old; but for some tired or clumsy children, the visit of the music angel will be later..." Christine was told by the light The bright and moving face showed a happy expression.

"You believe in music angels." Seeing that she was about to immerse herself in her dreamland again, I couldn't help interrupting her.

"Of course, my dear, there is always a kind of people in this world who have a very wide range of vocals. They don't need to do any vocal training, and they can sing a full octave from low to high. Because of this natural Advantages, plus being discovered and becoming a successful actress, I used to be sad and discouraged by this, but now, when the 'music angel' visits me, I find that I can overcome all difficulties and obstacles..."

God can't hear this discussion about 'musical angels', so when something terrible appears in the theater, no one can stop it, it's like a storm, destroying the original golden rules of the theater to nothing .

Christine threw herself into singing with a kind of fanatical emotion, and her status in the theater also rose at an incredible speed. Qualifications to act.

The better she sings, the better performance opportunities she can get, and the better performance opportunities she gets, she can successfully challenge herself again.

But is the soul singing on stage really her own?

The author has something to say: After working as a coolie all afternoon, I was exhausted. I rushed back and coded [-] words. QAQ asked me to express my disgust.