man, he looks ugly

Twenty-five years ago, Baron Haussmann destroyed almost the entire old city of Paris before placing those wide and straight boulevards in Paris. Walking in these boulevards, it is difficult to maintain a rational mind in this flashy city.

Halfway through the shopping, the sky began to rain. The rain in Paris is always a little impetuous. It seems that when it falls from the sky, it seems that when it falls from the sky, it is a little bit drunk. Clouds gather in the sky, and the sun has been blocked for a long time. , but always hastily floated down a few drops and then fled away, which can only dilute the floating dust raised by horseshoes on the street.

The fresh smell of rain mixed with dust made me unable to resist taking off the handkerchief covering my mouth and nose, and took a few deep breaths.The edge of the awning was dripping, and Christine leaned over and spread the thick blanket over me and her feet, keeping the rain out.

"Meg, I always feel uneasy..." Before she came out of the chaos in the clothing store just now, she looked at me worriedly, and there was always faint melancholy in those pure eyes.

"You're thinking too much, she doesn't know us, she just has the wrong person, we don't know who the Earl of Chaney is, and, Christine, what the girl said was, Earl, do you think I can talk to an Earl What's the matter?" I casually comforted her, but in fact my head was also a mess.

Covered with gold ornaments and marble, Garnier is the largest opera house in Paris. There are countless celebrities and nobles who enter and exit the opera house. Being able to sing on the stage is equivalent to entering the upper class of Paris. Famous actresses may even become royal seats. Honorable guest, of course it is not a fantasy to marry into a wealthy family.

But... I'm just a silent ballerina with a hoarse and unrefined voice. I act as a group dancer and even a stand-in in opera performances. Not to mention hooking up with an earl, I don't even know a little nobleman. A few, if you sort out the intricate interpersonal relationships in the theater, Christine and I must be the two with the simplest relationship network, and Mrs. Geary has protected us very well.

Christine forced a smile and stretched her brows slightly.

In any case, the originally excellent shopping and leisure ended without a problem.

We hurried back to the theater.

Mrs. Geary was waiting anxiously at the door, and when she saw Christine and I came back, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened? Mom?" I jumped out of the car and asked quickly.

"It's nothing, it's just a...a good thing, I can't wait to share it with you." Mrs. Geary pressed one hand on her chest, and gently stroked my long hair with the other hand.

"Good thing?"

"Meg, Christine, come with me." Mrs. Geary dragged Christine and me into the theater.

After returning to the room, Mrs. Girri finally spoke.

"I have an invitation to a ball at the Countess Perry's."

"Mom?" I was taken aback.

This is really a surprising thing. In the past, Mrs. Geary strictly demanded that Christine and I refuse any personal relationship under the stage, and refuse any climbing of the opposite sex.After all, in a theater where dragons and fish are mixed, if you are not careful, the reputation of the ladies will be ruined, even though working in the theater does not have much praise.

"Meg, you are already 16 years old, and Christine is almost 17 years old. I have to think about your future marriage." Hovering with Christine.

And Christine's face was already blushing, her toes were moving restlessly on the carpet, and her hands were hanging down as a cover.

"Mom." I called weakly, almost unable to distinguish, my head was almost smashed by the huge salute.

In this era, the value of girls rises rapidly after the age of 14. It can be said that the age of [-] or [-] is the golden age of a girl. Girls with aristocratic status do not see outsiders before this age, and they will enter the palace when they reach this age. The purpose of the social circle is to find a future husband-in-law.

Another reason why ordinary girls who do not have any noble status or come from wealthy families are sent to the opera house is that it is too convenient to find a celebrity and noble here. Even if the royal family is declining nowadays, the power of the nobles should not be underestimated. , who doesn't want to live a pampered life?

Not to mention that Mrs. Geary sent us to the girls' boarding school in the monastery to receive aristocratic education in the early years, so when Christine and I were adults, it was quite normal for us to have the idea of ​​going to the ball.

Can……

Why the Earl of Perry?

The shadow of my childhood is too strong, and this Earl Perry is the culprit who caused me to lose my voice. Maybe not many people can remember the former famous actress Al Bingxiang, but for me it is Chasing the shadow of his life.

The former Viscount Perry not only did not pay the price for Albing's death, but was steadily promoted to Earl following his father's death, and even married a wealthy Austrian daughter, gaining both power and money!

This world is really...

"Meg, Christine, I have asked Mrs. Catherine of the theater to make new dance dresses for you. The jewelry will be delivered in two days. I believe you will like it." Under her petite figure, is With a heart that can be called a strong woman, she refuses to get close to her daughter and adopted daughter from the promiscuous sons and daughters, but when the daughters are grown, she cleanly sends us to the noble ball.

Seeing that Mrs. Geary had clearly arranged everything, I couldn't find any excuse to refute, so I could only remain silent.

The prom was still more than a fortnight away, but Christine and I were a little too preoccupied to know that another storm was coming at the theater.

After the training, Mr. Pollini went to the ballet.

"Ladies, tomorrow the Archduke Friedrich of Austria and the Grand Duchess will come to the theater to watch "The Magic Flute". I hope you will perform with all your strength."

The ballet girls echoed the cries.

When the dance troupe left intermittently, Mr. Pollini suddenly walked up to me and slightly put his feet together, hoping that I would stay.

This is the first time he talked to me.

Maybe it's because Mr. Pollini once picked up the letter I left in Albin's bedroom, so every time I meet him outside the stage, I always sneak away against the wall like a hamster, So much so that the gentleman with the red mustache always frowned in confusion.

"Miss Geary."

"Mr. Pollini." The hoarse voice from the throat made the old man who admired the graceful female voice slightly frowned.

"You know, this is not my wish, but after the performance, the Grand Duke and the Grand Duchess will go to the backstage to meet Mrs. Olan and maybe some impressive actors. Your dance is indeed the most outstanding in the ballet troupe. so……"

"I understand, I'm sorry." I bowed hastily, unable to control the sourness in my heart, and ran off the stage.

Christine, who was standing in front of the stage, reached out and seemed to want to hug me.

"No, Christine, leave me alone."

I once again missed out on the stage because of the damn voice.

The wooden mechanism slammed, and the scream of death came again; the heels of the leather boots slammed wildly, and the floor screamed deafeningly; Attacking me through the crowd, as if I had already been branded by a six-pointed star, and I was bound to fall into the endless abyss...

The cool breeze and silence on the roof calmed me down for a while.

Sitting on the edge of the theater roof, I can look down at the intersection of the ninth and second arrondissements of Paris.

Gorgeous chariots and horses pass by incessantly, poor girls are unkempt and peddling flowers, and downtrodden aristocrats try their best to keep their clothes neat and tidy. Gentlemen and students come and go in the nearby coffee shop, and brave little beggars snatch the flowers from the table. The leftovers of the pastry, the various forms of the world, the colorfulness of the world, and the back and forth changes are always more exciting than opera...

I sat on the platform, shed tears for just a few minutes, then diverted my attention, closed my eyes, perceived the world with my ears, indulged myself in despair, and indulged myself to listen to the truth.

The sun fell on my face, driving away the cold under my skin and warming those sensitive nerves.

The swaying rustle of leaves hitting the wind, the beeping sound of sunlight hitting dry wood, etc., cluck cluck, the sound of leather soles hitting the ground...

"God!"

An abrupt force grabbed my waist and dragged me back.

When I opened my eyes, I was dazzled by his platinum hair as bright as the golden fleece.

"Who are you?" I looked at the strange man in front of me, quite confused.

"Miss, why did you make such a muddled choice?" The young man knelt in front of me, panting and sighing softly.

"What?" I was a little dizzy from the sun, and I couldn't react.

"There is always a solution to everything, don't be so pessimistic, miss." He was still trying to persuade me, his dark blue eyes were filled with worry.

"Sir, uh...you seem to have misunderstood, I'm just basking in the sun." I embarrassedly pushed off his hand on his shoulder and shrank back. Anyway, I'm not used to the approach of men after all.

It has to be said that the young man in front of him is kind at last.

"Oh, it's all my presumption. I saw you sitting on the edge of the roof. That's too dangerous, miss."

"I haven't seen you, what's your name?" Looking at him in the same custom-made black three-piece suit from the theater, I slightly guessed his identity.

"Lute, miss, I'm the new luthier."

"Anyway, thank you for your kindness, Lute."

I stood up to salute, and ran away from the roof all the way, because I was still wearing ballet shoes on my feet, and I always walked with some foreign characters habitually.

Someone even ran up the roof, it seems that I have to find a new secluded place again.

When you paint yourself red lips,

You don't think of the decapitated rat in the gutter,

When you comb your hair with a golden comb,

You don't think of the corpses of women hanged from ropes in Punjab,

When you put perfume on your neck,

You don't think of the corpse oil flowing in the raging fire,

but i will

This is the difference between me and you,

For I have already drawn out my heart,

Make a wish on death... (Lucien)

The author has something to say: (⊙v⊙), to be honest, every time I start an article, I feel very tired. I hope to pave the way for the next article and also hope to continue the previous article. Long articles are so entangled.And the era of the Phantom is indeed quite difficult to grasp... This guy is also working hard to write well~

Therefore, if it has not been updated at [-]:[-] p.m. one day, friends can basically be sure that it will be updated the next day. QAQ hugs his head, please don't hit him.

There are about two more chapters, and the big cute character Eric will appear. Before that, the male supporting role will cut off first~