man, he looks ugly

children of the wilderness,

He holds a toy in his hand,

Is the bone sucked by jackals and hyenas,

He is clothed with clothes,

A handkerchief discarded by gentlemen and ladies,

the sun to the sky,

He swallowed the rotten bread,

the sun goes down,

He lay in the loose earth,

lonely child,

sad child,

Why should he be punished like this? (Lu Xi'an)

Eric sat in front of the piano, like a child showing off toys to his companions, tinkling all the pieces he knew.

I propped my chin and sat on the goose feather pillow that was almost sinking in, my stomach was growling with hunger, and I couldn't concentrate on looking around.

Eric stopped his fingers, and seemed to realize my absent-mindedness. He stared at me with his golden eyes that became more dazzling under the candlelight, "Am I not playing well? Why don't you want to listen?"

Letting a seven-year-old judge my playing...I was speechless, but I finally took the opportunity to tell the truth, "Eric, you play really well, but I'm hungry, and kids always Get hungry easily."

Eric stared blankly at me for a while before realizing it. He ran to the low cabinet, threw away the sundries on it, searched for a long time, and found a tin box.

He opened the box and put it in front of me.

Inside are some beautiful, er, or, once-beautiful cookies.

These pastries have lost their moisture due to sitting for too long, and not even the grease can dull the original beautiful luster of these pastries.

Maybe, you can still eat it.I hesitated to pick up a piece of cookie and stuffed it into my mouth. After chewing, it was rare that it didn't go bad, but it was a bit too dry.

Eric thoughtfully handed over a silver goblet, which contained more than half of the clear water dripping from the stone wall.

"Do you usually eat these things?"

He nodded hesitantly.

No wonder he's so skinny, it's all chronic malnutrition...

"Eric, you need to eat normal food, grains, vegetables, milk, whatever."

He looked at me blankly.

I dug out a gold coin from the pile of gold coins next to it, and waved it in front of his eyes, "You can use money to buy normal food, and one gold coin can be exchanged for a lot of food that is enough for you to eat for several months, even if you buy it every day. You can eat a big meal for half a month."

To be honest, I have not spoken for a long time since my voice is hoarse, and I have spoken more on this day than I have spoken in the past two months combined.But even a person with the most basic compassion can't just watch this man who seriously lacks common sense in life torture himself.

"Remember to eat every day, three meals a day, and eat more vegetables and fruits."

Eric and I sat side by side on the rough stone steps, sharing a box of expired cookies and a tall glass of water.I dare not drink more of this untreated boiled water for fear of diarrhea, but Eric is used to it.

After eating the cookies, Eric dug out a bottle of wine from nowhere. Looking at the spider silk on the bottle mouth, I could roughly guess the value of the bottle. After prying off the cork with a dagger, he poured the wine Pour it into a goblet and drink it down.

"Eric, how long have you been here." Looking at the delicate and pale texture of his chin, I seem to be willing to understand this man.

"It hasn't been too long. I just helped someone complete the design and construction of the theater, and got here as a reward." He explained without reservation.

Under my dubious temptation, Eric told me some secrets that outsiders could not know.

He once worked as a domestic servant of an architectural designer, and because of his excellent learning ability, he got involved in architectural design. According to him, he mastered enough architectural concepts in only one month and helped design the theater. In the main part, there are enough secret passages that are convenient for his own actions. Those secret passages are not limited to serving the magic in front of the stage, but also his maze paradise.

From his description, I learned about the night of Albing's death again.

After learning that Albing was pregnant and making things difficult for Mrs. Geary, Eric was determined to intimidate the soprano who had abandoned her singing career and was addicted to underground love. The cup was smeared with poison, and Al Bing, who woke up from his sleep, drank the highly poisoned water in order to relieve his fear, and died silently in his sleep...

This kind of clever poison neither made Albing show signs of poisoning, but also was colorless and tasteless, so that the police in Paris had no clue at all.

Eric's words saved me like a holy voice.

Embalm doesn't kill people, I have no direct connection to Albing's death.

This news was enough to make me feel relieved and let go of the shackles that had tortured me for two months.

Of course, I was relieved to learn that Eric's wealth was not obtained through illegal means.Of course, I didn't know at the time how much you could get paid to design an opera house, and the origin of Eric's wealth has always been an unsolved mystery.It seems that as long as he stays in the dark, he will have wealth for him to squander, but he, who is immersed in art, has little interest in these external things.

"Eric, can you take me home?" I touched his fingers, the child's plump and fat fingers were put together with his skinny and fleshless fingers, and the contrast was a bit shocking.

It was a normal question, but it irritated Eric again, and he ran away from me with a snarl, beating expensive gold and silver ornaments at will, kicking away those delicate textiles, and ducking into places where light cannot enter. In the corner, he refused to talk to me, as if he could escape reality in this way.

I was dumbfounded.

At this moment, the rules of the world no longer apply. Eric, who is clearly an adult, behaves like a child with a bad temper, and I am the parent who is inexperienced in parenting and helpless. Look at the height between me and him Compared……

That guy Eric seemed to be used to being in the dark, he stayed in the corner, poking the ground with his fingers, letting cheap time tick by.

I don't know how long it has passed, and it seems that this stubborn young man is not ready to make a compromise. If he stays any longer, Mrs. Geary will definitely be terrified because he can't find me.

If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will run to look for the mountain.

I could only drag the silk covering my body to find him with difficulty, but then, Eric's actions made people beat him even more.

He actually ran away!

When I worked so hard to run up to him, he started running again.

The cycle goes on and on, and the movement does not stop.

But the consequences of a seven-year-old chasing an adult are simply insane!

I ran up to ten steps and eight steps, Eric squatted down to take a look, and continued to run, I caught up, and he ran to a place far away to peek furtively, I chased, he ran...

Eric led me in circles in the small space, as if as long as I couldn't catch him, I could escape all problems.

What kind of divine punishment have I suffered, that chasing a man is so troublesome!

After a few times, I finally 'cryed' out of anger after tripping over the silk cloth, in fact, it just sounded like a cry, which is sadly true.Because of the hoarse and broken throat, the cry was creepy, like a saw blade scraping back and forth on a stone wall.

A woman's tears are often more terrifying than magma, enough to melt any iron wall.Even from the harsh and terrifying cries of a seven-year-old girl.

Eric finally stopped. He came back to me, knelt down softly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, handed it over timidly, and stuck it on my cheek after a long time of anxiety. After a long time, his hands were still cold, as if they had never been warmed.

I tentatively squeezed Eric's fingers and shook them slightly.

He no longer runs away.

"What can I do for you?" I carefully bargained with him, hoping to be free.

"Please stay here, I will support you, like offering to the supreme princess, as long as you are willing to share a look with me, allow me to breathe in the same room with you, and grant me to serve you by your side, any wish , except to leave me, your Eric will use his life to achieve it for you." Eric looked at me piously, his beautiful golden eyes shone with the waves reflected on the lake at noon, as if only one A small promise could save him.

"Eric, I have a mother, she will hug me when I am sick, and she will sing a soft tune. As soon as I leave her sight for a quarter of an hour, she will be swallowed up by fear, as if God will be so mean to take back what she has left. Baby, there is nothing more painful than losing a child to a mother."

Eric was silent for a long time, tears streaming from his eyes, like churning clouds blocking out the daylight.

At that moment, I realized in a trance how vicious and magical my words are, and they pushed Eric's soul, which was almost tortured to corruption, into the abyss again.

"Go! Go! You cruel little devil! You are sent by heaven to torture me! I should not try to keep you, you little devil! Listen to the voice that comes out of your throat, it belongs to the devil language! It brings me nothing but pain and torment! Damn you little devil!"

Eric, who was in extreme pain, screamed and ran away, wading through the water and disappearing into the dark cave.

But I, who was hurt by his vicious words, could only sit blankly on the cold stone, tears blurring my vision.

When I woke up, lying on the soft bed, Mrs. Geary's teary face was in front of my eyes.

The familiar sunlight shone in from the small round glass, dispelling the darkness in the room. There were many small and beautiful trinkets on the bedside, which were picked up by Christine.

"Baby, my baby, you're finally awake." Mrs. Geary quickly wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, held my hand, and said softly.

"Mommy." I called her softly, terrified.If they lost each other, they would lose the most fundamental bond in this cold world, and they would not be able to survive at all.

Afterwards, I found out that I, who played hide-and-seek with Christine and disappeared mysteriously for a day, was found on my bed with twenty envelopes containing one thousand francs in my pocket, a total of [-] francs!

Of course, Mrs. Geary was terrified by this huge sum of money, so she concealed it without saying anything.

In order to stop Christine from feeling guilty, I had to lie and say that when I was looking for her, I bumped my head and accidentally fell asleep, and when I woke up, I ran back to the dormitory by myself.

The adventures in the underground world, after making me restless for a while, were collected in the memory box, accompanied by a gift from the underground man.

You need to learn to say no,

When I turn around.

Too much quarrel between us,

only harm,

Let those good things stay there intact,

In a crystal case covered in velvet.

Guaranteed that when we remember it,

already recalled everything.

You need to learn to say no,

When I turn around... (Freya)

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