[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter41 Long time no see, Eric,

"Eric...Eric," Katyusha beamed, "We haven't seen each other for many years, please come in. How did you recognize me?"

The door of the box did not open, and the luxurious velvet curtains behind it did not shake at all. A tall and thin figure came out of the darkness. He was wearing the most formal white bow tie, a black cloak covering his whole body, and a pair of white masks.His whole body is black, and the white mask seems to be floating in the void out of thin air.

"Your flawless appearance has not changed except that it is fuller and more dignified than before, ma'am." His angelic voice floated, as if he had drunk a good wine, and his whole body was slightly tipsy, "Your black curly hair Still so lively, your black jewel-like eyes are still so bright and lively, your lily-like face glows with a serene, bright, pure and transparent light, through your eyes, through your eyes On your face, you can see that golden heart that has been burnt but still becomes more pure is shining... and the confusion and sadness that once surrounded you are gone, like the mist dissipating in the morning light. .”

Seryozha was so courageous that he was not afraid, but stepped forward and said: "Hello, are you the ghost of the opera?"

"If you want to call me that, then I am the ghost of the opera house." Eric's voice is as beautiful as it was more than 30 years ago, but it is more mature, as if stored in oak barrels and stored in a damp cold cellar Like the wine in the wine, after a long fermentation, it becomes more mellow and moving.

He took a step forward, knelt down beside Katyusha's spread skirt, and kissed her black velvet skirt, his tall and thin figure trembled a little.

"Why do you kneel down, Mr. Phantom?" Seryozha asked curiously.

"Because I am Madam's loyal servant, sir." As docile as a sheep, he raised his masked face and murmured in a trembling voice, "You did not lie to me, Madam...for so many years, you Finally back in Paris, you finally..."

"Eight years ago, I stayed in Paris for a whole month. I heard that you went to the East to build palaces for powerful monarchs?"

Eric said with trepidation: "Let you make a trip for nothing, Eric is very disturbed..."

Katyusha waved her hand quickly, and the ghost's terrified words stopped abruptly—as if her hand in the long black glove gently covered his mouth.He is like a big, innocent and docile shepherd dog, with grievances and longing overflowing from his golden eyes.

"You're talking more and more like a diplomat, Eric." She didn't make the ghost stand up or sit down—he would never dare to be her equal, as Katyusha knew all too well more than 30 years ago— —She patted Serezha's pale yellow head, "Tell me about your experience in the East, and let our little man also open his eyes."

"Yes, ma'am." He knelt down, kissed Katyusha's skirt again, and straightened his back, "After you left, Eric couldn't wait for you to come back, so he had to travel all over Europe to find you During this time, your servants learned some tricks and juggling tricks like ventriloquism. At that time, the little princess Sultan, the favorite concubine of the King of Persia, was bored in the palace. The furrier who came back from the Novigorod market told people about your servant's talents, and then poor Eric was called into the Persian palace. After that, Eric arranged many tricks in the Persian palace And the mechanism of scaring people, the king wanders around in the palace, but can not be found; people can disappear in it at will, but others do not know where he left. When the king suddenly wakes up, as long as Eric is alive , can build another magical palace. As long as he is alive, it means that someone knows all the secrets of this palace. Therefore, Eric must die! Rick, he left Persia, crossed Asia Minor, and came to Constantinople to serve the Sultan King. The famous hidden doors, secret rooms and various mysterious safes in the Ilz Kivorsk Palace belong to your servant Random. Finally, the same reasons that drove him out of Persia in the first place drove your poor servant out of the Sultan again. He is very tired of his wandering and adventurous life. He is determined to become an ordinary normal person and live a normal life Eric became a civil engineer, and he contracted the renovation project of the People's Opera House in Paris. When he saw a large space available under the theater, Eric's artistic nature, unwilling to be lonely, sprouted again. He decided to go underground Build a paradise, avoid people's strange eyes, wait here for his master to come back..."

"You can do magic tricks, so you must be a great magician!" Seryozha said enthusiastically, "If there is a chance, can you show me?"

"As long as madam allows, sir." He threw his head back like a statue with a neck and knees made of marble.

Seryoz salad her mother's cuffs decorated with ribbons, praying silently.

Katyusha chuckled, and said to Eric who seemed to have "easy to kneel" on his knees: "Come on, Eric, let me test how much progress your skills have made."

"As you wish, ma'am."

A quarter of an hour later, little Seryozha was utterly astonished by the bewildering magic displayed in his long-fingered hands, and for the first time at such a young age he experienced what a miracle is.

Katyusha looked at her son's shining, watery, blinking blue eyes, and sighed inwardly: Another fan was born...

"This is just an appetizer, baby." Katyusha straightened her skirt and got up from her seat. "Mr. Ghost will take us to visit his underground palace next."

Seryozha cheered, and the admiration in his blue eyes was even brighter.

I hope you don't evolve into a moron when you grow up, dear son...

"The underground palace belongs to you, ma'am, just as your servant belongs to you completely and completely." He quickly changed from a kneeling position to an elegant standing position - Eric's knees must be stones It did—his tall, slender figure pressed down like a grim reaper spreading its wings.

After more than 30 years, the skinny boy has finally grown into...an equally skinny uncle.And she, apart from gaining a few pounds of flesh, has never changed at all.

Time is really the most fucking existence.

The ghost's body was wrapped in a black cloak, and the ghost's face was hidden under a white mask, but the trance-like joy that emanated from him still infected her.

His finger of a magician directing the music lightly tapped the rhythm and rhythm on the wall of the box.

The velvet curtains moved away silently, and a mirror-like thing appeared in front of the three people.

"Wow, that's great." Seryozha said blankly.

Eric stepped back to the side, bowed deeply and gracefully, and stretched his slender arms in an inviting gesture: "Please come in, madam, the entrance to the underground palace is open for you."

In the People's Theater, if someone saw this scene, they would be shocked and believe that they were hit by a ghost in the daytime, or that they were hallucinating: a man wrapped in a cloak, a lady in fine clothes and A well-behaved and cute boy just disappeared into Box No. [-] on the second floor.

They followed a narrow circular corridor leading to the labyrinth beneath the Opéra Popular in Paris.

"Wow, Mr. Phantom, your underground palace is so big, can you fit the whole of Paris in it?" Seryozha was fascinated by the strange and gloomy atmosphere of the underground, and he looked intoxicated at the stone walls scattered on the corridor. The neat copper candlestick, the pure white candle exudes bright yellow and orange light, and is filled with a faint fragrance...

"Stupid Parisians are not qualified to come here." Phantom said arrogantly, "This is Eric's playground and creative studio, and it is also a palace for the lady that can be used occasionally for entertainment."

"How long did it take you to build this underground labyrinth, Eric?" Katyusha stroked the cold and damp stone wall. She put on her hat, took her coat from Eric and put it on her son - black The fur coat covered the feet and dragged on the ground, and Seryozha couldn't help laughing.

"Six years, ma'am." He waved his hand casually, and a stick-shaped object appeared in his hand. He blew on the top of the stick, and the torch burned blazingly. Worship, "The underground is not wet and cold, madam, your soft skin will not be eroded by the cold."

"Six years... If the owner of the theater pays you 144 francs a month, it will be [-] million francs in six years!"

At the top of the torch, dazzling white and dreamy blue flames danced and burned.His white mask and golden eyes were also shining brightly under the cover of the firelight.

Eric lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Because I have some small hobbies that cost a lot of money, ma'am, besides, I will write scripts for theaters, help them make more eye-catching special effects, and help them eliminate substandard effects. [-] francs a month is really good value for money."

"Your little hobby is really extravagant... Ah, what a beautiful black horse! I bet this horse will sell for at least four thousand francs at the auction in Paris." Katyusha is a veteran of handling horses ——Just as Sun Wukong, who was Bi Mawen, has a natural deterrent force on ordinary horses, this black steed also obediently lowered its head——she grabbed the bridle and stroked its carefully brushed Mane said, "Looks like the theater owner will have to give you a raise."

"This horse was bought from Persia, madam, the most authentic Arabian horse. Please mount the horse, madam."

Katyusha quickly got on the horse, took over Seryozha, who was dancing and giggling, and was hugged by Eric, put him in her arms, and let Eric lead the horse in front, riding on the huge rock. Walk slowly through the caves made of bricks.

The author has something to say: the original novel of Phantom of the Opera is still very different from the plot of the movie and musical - Xiaofeng combined the two.

PS: Thank you [Nile Fan] sister paper for the grenade~ It’s a waste of money haha~

But Nero has terminated the contract with JJ, does my sister know where she went?