man, he looks ugly

When the flames fell from the sky, when the daylight thinned, the indescribable soul-torment of the first few days after my breakup with Eric came to an end.

Killing the feeling of my first love with my own hands, I thought it would make me miserable, but later I found out that the change is not big, the doctor asked me to stay in bed, which means a lot of free time...

I can drink the milk in the glass, eat everything on the plate, go to the sunny place on time every day to bask in the sun to make my cheeks more bloody, and review a few dance steps from time to time to keep myself from practicing.

Even when night falls, in order to suppress the pain that follows me everywhere, I cry and grit my teeth, I will bite my fingertips tightly to prevent the sound of panting, and remind myself that everything will be fine, I have such a long time to heal emotional injuries, Forgetting a relationship, how many people can get such a gift?

Christine stayed by my side for the reason of cleaning up the house. She almost wiped the corners of the house with a reflective luster. She hid the iron box with half of the candy left in the back of the cabinet , pushed the suitcase containing the violin into the corner of the cabinet, and threw away the bouquet of withered white roses beside the bed...

Only then did I realize that Eric had invaded every detail of my life, before anyone noticed.

"Meg, would you like to play the violin?" Christine asked me as she brought out her father's belongings.

"What do you want to hear?" I took the violin out of the case.

"My dear, it has nothing to do with me. You should play a song for yourself, just like what you did for me when I was in pain." Christine carefully sat on the edge of the bed, sitting beside me.

Christine's father's violin is not a high-end violin. Compared with the violins with sophisticated materials and reasonable design that Eric made for me, it is a bit simple, but in Christine In the narrative, this is a magical violin, just like the elf dancing on the Onan Stone in the moonlight, which can splash the vortex of sound that seduces and sinks.

When the slender strings vibrated for the first time, I knew that Christine was right, this violin really has magical healing powers...

"Is Miss Geary there?" At the door, Lute, who was wearing a luthier's uniform tuxedo and a black tie, looked in with his head.

"Lute, what are you doing here?" Christine walked to the door and stared at him warily.

During this period of time, Mrs. Geary and she were extremely wary of any opposite sex who appeared around me.

"The manager asked me to send a message, please Miss Ji Li and Miss Daye to go to the office." He bowed respectfully, and while Christine was not paying attention, he stuffed a palm-sized card into the drawer of the cabinet. gap.

The original manager of the theater has left his post, and this kind of personnel talk will come sooner or later.

The partnership between Richard and Mr. Monsalman has not changed much from the former manager.

One person is good at music theory, and the other is good at communication, so that the big ship Garnier Opera House can move forward with ease in the European aristocratic society where the ice tide is lurking.

Christine and I waited at the door of the office.

Secretary Remy seems to have been assigned something. He is sweating profusely in and out of the office. As a temporary worker, if he wants to stay in the theater, he must work hard at this critical moment of personnel changes. .

The office door opened and closed, and the quarreling and shouting from behind the door tormented the oversensitive ears.

"Damn it! What the hell is in that box!" cried Monsieur Richard, slamming his fist on the table. "Those people say they are innocent. Does the box laugh by itself? Is there some kind of evil spirit lurking in the walls that makes strange laughter? Call the supervisor and usher, this matter must figure out!"

Remy was sweating profusely and hurried out of the office.

"What happened to the theater lately, Christine." I looked at the mold-infested wallpaper in the hallway, trying to focus my eyes on something.

"The two managers sublet Box No. [-] on the second floor of the theater. A strange thing happened last night. During the performance of "Jewish Woman", wild laughter erupted in that box, more eerie than ghosts. Rumor has it that it's revenge from the theater ghost." Christine couldn't help but grabbed my arm, stroking and comforting me.

Eric...it's you again, it's you again, Eric.

What exactly are you trying to do?

The information brought by the inspector was not different from what Christine told me. The two managers were irritable, but they could do nothing. They finally decided to put pressure on the usher in order to crack the secret of Box No. [-] on the second floor. .

The usher was an old middle-aged woman, wearing an old taffeta dress and a faded shawl, her petite and thin figure looked somewhat like Mrs. Geary from the back.

The manager sternly questioned her about Box No. [-], but there was very little information available.

Every time there is a performance, there will be ghosts in the box, and no one can be seen in the box, but there will always be a few coins and tips on the table, and the forgotten roses in a corner of the room all announce the ghost's death. exist.

"Gentlemen, I'm sure he must exist. Even if he doesn't like to appear in front of people, he has the magic power to know everything." The host was telling the two managers seriously, "You shouldn't try to expel him, He is watching what is happening in this theater with cold eyes, and if any misfortune happens, it must come from his anger."

"My God! What the hell is this fellow that has turned all these people in the theater so mad!" exclaimed Monsieur Richard.

Remy trotted all the way and knocked on the door hastily.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Monsalman asked irritably, in a state of anxiety and panic.

"Mr. Rashnar wishes to see both gentlemen."

"What happened? Who is Lashnar?" Richard walked outside the door, leaning on the door frame and asking.

"He's the captain of the train team at the theatre, and manages the stables, and it seems some horses are missing."

"The horses are missing?"

Christine and I looked at each other.

"Caesar is lost! That big white horse is a unique and good horse in the theater!" The team leader Lashnar said dryly, "It is more spiritual than a human being, and it can perform smoothly with every repertoire."

Christine covered her mouth in surprise.

"My God, Meg, our Caesar!"

It is not allowed to keep pets in the theater, but girls are always attracted by some beautiful and lovely creatures. Caesar is a big white horse with a strong figure. As his mount under silver armor, as a symbol of noble beings in the Garden of Gods... When we are in a good mood and have spare money, we will buy some white sugar to please it.

When I was younger, I even fantasized about a certain foreign prince riding it, coming through the mist through thorns and thorns, stretching out his hand, and saying, "Would you like to walk with me?"

Caesar's disappearance, like a sharp twisting knife, cut off the most fragile heartstring in his heart.

The dreams of childhood were completely crushed.

In this world, there are no princes, only people who are poisoned by the evil in the world...

"Meg...Meg, what's wrong with you?" Christine shook me cautiously.

"Christine, I'm awake, really, really, really awake." A cool wind came from nowhere, relentlessly passed through my heart, but it gave me the strength to smile.

Secretary Remy was startled by me as soon as he left the house. He stared at me nervously for a long time, then turned around and told the two managers, "Gentlemen, the two ladies have been waiting for a long time."

After about a minute, two gentlemen came out of the manager's room with their coats on.

"Sorry, two ladies, now we need to investigate the box immediately, can we discuss things on the way?" Mr. Monsalman took the hat from Remy's hand and put it on his head.

The stage of the theater during the daytime, especially in the morning, looked a little gloomy. The workers had already cleaned up the stage, leaving only the half-nailed set with old castle pictures painted on it.

The daylight penetrated into the theater through the dark compartment, paler and thinner than the cold star before the dawn, and weaker than the residual light after the white phosphorous was burned out, setting off the man-made scenery a bit gloomy.

As soon as the two gentlemen walked in, they were overwhelmed by the surge of emotion emanating from the empty theater hall.

This is a silent storm, pouring down from the flyover at the top of the stage, flowing through rows of red velvet seats, marble columns and railings intersect in parallel in a common space, rickety brackets, and curved domes full of Looking at the portraits of the characters, countless windows of the soul peer into all living beings in the theater hall.

"My God." Mr. Richard could not help exclaiming, "we should have someone light the lamp."

"Hush!" Monsalman yanked him violently, "Look there!"

We followed his line of sight and saw that the second floor, especially the box No. [-], was completely pitch black, like the eyes of the devil, peeping at us so eeriely.

"Is anyone there?!" M. Richard ventured to shout.

"The box area of ​​the theater is not open yet, so there's no way anyone will be there." Christine added in a low voice.

"What's that!" Meng Salman, who had been staring at the box all the time, almost screamed.

We were attracted by him, the box was empty, only two thick red velvet curtains, under the pale light, showed a rich color like blood, and the gold ornaments that did not reflect enough light appeared uneven and uneven.

"What did you see?" Richard nervously grabbed the hand of his partner beside him.

"Hell, didn't you see? A black figure floated across the fence, like a dirty rag..." Mengsalman's eyes widened.

"Could it be that the shaking of the curtains is regarded as a ghost, don't talk nonsense, there are two delicate ladies here, don't frighten them." Richard quickly interrupted his description and description.

Christine and I looked at each other silently.

To be honest, for those of us who grew up in this theater, we are very familiar with this kind of scene, and we have no fear or sense of strangeness about unknown things. However, these two new managers are neurotic and constantly suspicious. Some scary.

"Perhaps we should go upstairs and have a look. If the ghost is in the box at this time, we can see his true face." Mr. Richard rubbed his hands and looked up at the dimly lit box.

The two managers made up their minds to go to the box to have a look, so naturally Christine and I could only obediently follow behind.

Fortunately, there was no one in the box, not even a ghost.

They worriedly checked the furnishings in the box, lifted the curtain, and even lifted the seat to check the base.The red carpet was lifted, and the velvet handrails were also checked. In order to prevent the strange movement from the box next door, they didn't even forget to check the same row of boxes connected to it.

The manager who got nothing seemed relieved, and left the box hand in hand.

In the corridor, they reiterated to Christine and me some of the rules of the theater ballet company. It is impossible to reserve a spot for an ordinary ballerina who can't even sing in the chorus for a long time, and a lot of reserve actors are waiting.

Christine tried to argue, but I silently pinched her.

This world is such a cruel reality, even if you object and refute it, what you get in return is nothing more than indifference.

The author has something to say: I went out with my uncle a few days ago, and I haven’t taken the time to update the codeword, and it will return to normal from tomorrow... [The legendary price of temporary happiness]

We will quickly sort out the mood and sort out the plot, and then make up all the missing updates.