nameless country

The day is getting brighter.

William went to the town's market as usual, and a handsome young man approached him, "William, let's go hunting together when we have time."

"I just hunted a rabbit yesterday." William has been working in Howard's shop for several months.They share similar interests and can chat during breaks, so that William's life will not be too boring.But there is one thing, this friend is a little too enthusiastic, exactly the same as that Jacob who was sticky to himself when he was a child.

"William, there are a lot of people there, let's go and have a look." Howard pulled William.

William sat lazily on the chair and followed up helplessly.

A lot of people gathered in front of an area. Two people squeezed in and saw a notice with a violet seal, which said: The Viscount is planning to hold a dance recently, and all young people over the age of 15 in the town are welcome to participate.

The people around began to discuss, "Have you heard that the Viscount is going to hold a ball again?" said a shrill voice.

"That's right, the last time it was three years ago, all the people who went to the ball voluntarily followed the viscount to the castle, and they haven't come back yet. We haven't seen the viscount yet." William heard a heavy voice, That's the butcher in the town.

"Do you still remember? It was a great honor for the viscount to choose one of the girls at the ball as his wife last time. Do you know that the dowry gift was a box full of gold, silver and jewels? I swear you've never seen it in your life." This is Mrs. Onatiline who sells jewelry.

"Then don't forget, that's his first wife," his husband interjected.

There was a lot of voices, William quietly withdrew from the crowd, and Howard found William's figure from behind.

"You are here, William. Do you want to go to the ball? Maybe you will meet a lot of beautiful girls?" Howard put William on the shoulder. "Anyway, I must go."

"I don't want to go." Walking on the road, William saw that the clouds in the distance were burning red, and the color from the soldering iron was caught by the sky.He went in the other direction.

"I heard that all the young people in the town will go there, so just stay with me, what does it look like to live like a monk every day. I heard that the viscount will also come to pick a bride."

"Are you still short of a bride? Which little girl is not fascinated by you, well, just this time, but you have to give me a raise."

"Okay, okay." Howard smiled and patted William, "I really lack a bride, maybe I will grab it with the Viscount."

"I really can't see through you." William shook his head, "See you at the dance."

"William, what are you doing? Dress so well." Aunt Rachel beckoned.

"Don't worry about it." William resisted the urge to turn around and rushed to the Viscount's ball place.Well, since they are destined to meet, it will be a nightmare for so many people, Blue Beard.

Aunt Rachel hesitated to speak, and could only watch William leave.People who are too selfish tend to hurt those closest to them, and William probably doesn't understand this truth.

Despite the eerie legend of Bluebeard, there were plenty of young people at the ball.There are too many people in this world who are chasing after interests. They are not afraid of mountains of swords and seas of fire, and their hearts are under their feet. Don’t say that what they heard is only specious legends about Bluebeard and his seven former wives who disappeared. Don't people like this who know the story of Bluebeard continue to post it?The carnival feast, the bustling crowd and the snow outside make for the funniest and most ironic still life.William's brows didn't loosen at all, maintaining an angle that wasn't stretched or wrinkled, and walked towards the gate of the ball.

Does this door open to hell or heaven?

in a moment.

Following a group of young men and women, William was almost swooning from the different perfumes.After opening a gorgeous door, he walked through a flower corridor of tens of meters. The fragrance of flowers under the moonlight saved William's nose, which was about to lose his sense of smell.They followed the previous person and walked towards the next door under the moon.In front of William is Howard. Their shadows are like medieval silhouettes. They have an indescribable taste, and there seems to be a strange sense of harmony when they are pasted together.

"Howard", William seemed to hear a slight voice, "Someone is calling you", he pulled Howard's clothes.

"I didn't hear it, did I hear it wrong?" Howard tidied up his sleeves.

At this time, two servants opened the door from both sides, and there was a loud bang when the heavy door opened.

What caught the eye was the bright candle flame, which was reflected by the crystal so that people could not see clearly.There was a man standing in the center of the hall with them on his back, wearing a black dress and holding a black ebony scepter in his hand.

He turned around when he heard the door open.

The first thing William saw was his eyes, "Oh, blue."

A group of people stood there blankly until the viscount walked up to them with a scepter.The wooden scepter made a muffled sound when it hit the ground, time slowed down, the flying snowflakes, and the life of falling flowers.

"If I hadn't seen him before, I would just stand there now." William thought regretfully.

He now understood why those who attended the ball would choose to follow Viscount Bluebeard back to his castle, or in other words, all those who had seen the face of Lord Viscount would willingly follow him.Some people forget his passion because of his wealth, but everyone will forget his cruelty because of his appearance.

William smiled wryly, "I seem to be the same person."

"We meet again, my kitten." The viscount stopped in front of William.

William lowered his head, "Mr. Kargus, you really know how to joke."

"You put your claws away again." The Viscount took off the glove on one hand, and raised William's chin with his left hand, as if feeling sorry

Only then did the young men and women come to their senses, followed by surging jealousy.Howard also looked at William with a little surprise.

Viscount Bluebeard, or better known as Kargus, sneered and put on his gloves.

"Now let's start our dance." The music sounded, and the viscount returned to his seat.

Everyone looked at each other and froze in place.

The band played the Snowflake Waltz, and the clever voice of the clarinet suddenly adjusted the atmosphere of the dance party.Howard grabbed another girl's waist and danced to the music.The rest of the people also danced together in twos. The sound seemed to be magical, and it made people dance tirelessly.

Jumping and jumping, William felt that his consciousness was blurring, but he was still holding the girl's waist, unable to control himself at all.He saw that other people were intoxicated in the dance, and he didn't realize that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to - like a cursed red shoe.William took the girl and turned around, taking the opportunity to glance at Viscount Kargus: he took a sip of champagne and raised his glass to himself.What is being said in the mouth, it should be "Atasanté" from the shape of the mouth.

Trumpets, cellos, and trombones were all added in at once, and the speed became faster and faster, faster and faster, like snowflakes flying outside.The dancing crowd spun in circles to the orchestral ensemble, dancing faster and faster until they lost consciousness.

The author has something to say:

It seems that Westward Journey is released today.

I remember seeing it for the first time when I was a child and I don’t remember anything, I just remember that Tang Seng in it was ridiculous;

The second time was when I sat on the bus in high school and there was only one Westward Journey left in the pad of my classmates. I watched it again and shed a tear.Is the love story too touching, or is Zixia too beautiful?Anyway, when Zixia fell from the sky, she couldn't hold her hand.

The third time I watched it when I was free, "Look, that person looks like a dog."

The yellow sand is rolling, one person and one stick are heading to the west, "The Love of My Life" sounds.The past and the present are gone and never come again, the sea of ​​bitterness turns up love and hate, and the love of my life is faintly outside the white clouds.The more I live, the more I look like a dog.But I really want to be like Wukong, even if I wear a golden hoop, I can save someone.

An old movie rerun, this time the poster was drawn by a wife I really like.The faceless sentient beings, but their expressions are in the slightest.