[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter43 finally got relief and freedom,

After the delightful feast of taste buds, another feast of music begins.

He picked up a harp and began to sing "The Romance of Desidro" for the hostess with that angelic male voice.

His music seems to contain a kind of tension, which can make the listener forget everything and completely immerse himself in the exciting notes.He makes people feel pain, joy, suffering, despair, joy, and death...

Eric sang and began to sing some pieces that Katyusha had never heard and never heard.

Katyusha's mood became more and more calm, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier. In the illusion of music, she gradually drifted into dreamland.

When she woke up the next day, Katyusha found that her son had disappeared.

"Eric." She called softly, and as expected, the beautiful and moving voice of the ghost sounded outside the door: "Do you have any orders, madam?"

"Where did you hide Seryozha?" Even if Eric couldn't see her, Katyusha still had a smile on her lips.

"The hotel you stayed at, ma'am, Eric sent him back this morning." After a short silence, the ghost said sullenly.

"Oh, I haven't seen you in 30 years, have you learned to make your own decisions?" Katyusha pushed open the door and looked at him with a half-smile, with an expression of "the good boy's wings are hardened".

Eric knelt on the ground with a "plop"—Katyusha once again expressed deep doubts about the structure of his knees—he crouched at her feet humbly, as if he would kowtow desperately in the next second, trembling and spitting out "Slave dare not!"...

My brain is wide open...

In fact, Erik said only in miserable despair: "Would you not even give your servant a moment to be alone with you?" Howling, begging, self-blaming and self-cursing, no one with a hard heart will be soft-hearted.

Katyusha had no choice but to squat down, hold the masked face dripping with tears, and said softly: "I know you are extremely tired of your wandering and adventurous life, Eric, I know you love The longing for a normal life, the longing for companionship..."

"Yes, yes!" he said frantically, with a storm in his voice, "Eric wants to have a quiet apartment, ordinary doors, ordinary windows, and a lovely wife , we live in it together, like all people do. Ma'am, you understand... Erik wants to be like all people, have a wife, a wife that I love very much, and a wife who can take her on Sundays Take a walk and make her happy wife every day! You will never be bored with Eric, who can do a lot of tricks and is an unquestionably talented magician and ventriloquist....Mrs. , I have no right to ask you to submit yourself to a solitary monster, a ghost hiding in a dark cave, but you allow Erik to be your most loyal servant and don't abandon him... Are you listening, madam? You Will you still reject me..."

Just when he was shaking wildly like a messy dead leaf in the wind, Katyusha quickly held his hand, and hugged him tightly like she hugged the skinny boy 30 years ago.

The frantic ghost suddenly quieted down.

"There's nothing wrong with being an ordinary person, Eric, but if you can be an artist who conquered France, isn't it more commendable than burying your talents?" She gently squeezed Eric's cold and wet hand, "You don't need a mask, and you don't need anyone to be your mask."

I believe, Eric, this will set you free.

She took him by the hand and came to the music stand, opened a new page, and wrote on the first line with the ghost's favorite red ink:

Zombie groom.

A month later, the theater manager was grieving over the [-] francs that had been extorted, and a letter made of wax in the shape of a skull floated onto his desk again.

The two theater managers suddenly understand why their predecessor resigned - absolutely can't stand the unscrupulous and willful behavior of the theater ghost!

If this continues, they will die of heart failure prematurely!

The theater managers opened the letter tremblingly—even though they tried their best to deny the existence of theater ghosts to themselves and others, and tried their best to imagine a series of supernatural events as pranks with ulterior motives—they still couldn't stop trembling.

The clumsy lettering of matchsticks dipped in red ink reads:

Dear Manager:

I know, sir, that you are busy with deciding on the fate of the theater's outstanding talents, readjusting the arrangement of personnel, and other complicated affairs.This requires a discerning eye, a good command of the theater, an ability to attract audiences and cater to their tastes, and absolute authority to carry out these arrangements.Your work is really not easy, let me beyond my reach.In the meantime, I apologize for bothering you at this time.I have heard what you have done with Carlotta, Solli, Little Janes, and some of the people whose specialties, talents, or gifts you know a little or two. (After reading this, you must have understood what I want to say. Of course it is not Kaluta. She sings without emotion, like a syringe, and she is only worthy of staying in the "Ambassador's House", "Jacon" and other small Noise in the hotel; not Solly, who dances the same way as if the stage was a car factory; nor Janes, who danced like a prairie calf; and certainly not needing to jump into a lake for a cold shower for the sober harmonies) Anyway, aren't you in charge of the theater, big or small?However, I hope that when the new play "Corpse Groom" I wrote is staged, the Russian lady Ekaterina Maslova Ivanovna Karenina who came from afar will act as the female lead. Lead singer, at the same time, this lady will recommend a talented male singer for you.

Also, I would like to ask you not to rent my box to anyone else tonight, nor in the future.Before the end of this letter, I must tell you that recently, when I came to the theater, I found that the relevant departments have rented out my special box to others according to your instructions. Extremely displeased.

The reason why I didn't protest this was first of all because I don't like making things big.Secondly, I think that your two predecessors, Mr. Debien and Mr. Pollini, who have always treated me with respect, were negligent before leaving office and did not tell you about these little habits of mine.However, I just got a reply from them stating that you already know the rules and regulations I have drawn up.In this way, you are deliberately against me.If you still hope that we can live in peace, stop renting out my box immediately!

Finally, dear Mr. Manager, thank you for taking good care of me.

Willing to work for you.

F.DEL.O (French acronym for Phantom of the Opera)

"Let's obey this lunatic for the time being, so as not to cause another drop of the chandelier." The theater manager slumped on the desk.

At the same time the next day, another letter of the same type flew into the office, and they almost lost the courage to open the letter.

When the theater manager opened the letter with trembling fingers that seemed to be weighed down by an oversized ring, as if he had Parkinson's syndrome, he read it with the attitude of a martyr going to the execution ground:

"Dear Manager:

Talk to my band, we need another lead bassoon, he's pushing every note too hard.The third trombone also needs to be changed. I don’t want to be deaf. Please find someone with a good tune.

In addition, some choir members are not worthy of my opera, they must be expelled.If possible, please find someone who has a sense of music to replace, and I have wisely arranged supporting roles for those with poor singing and acting skills.

Tomorrow afternoon, Mrs. Karenin will condescend to visit my theater, and the rehearsal will officially begin tomorrow evening. Please do your reception work well, and don't show any lack of courtesy.

Now that rehearsal is mentioned, I might as well give you a few pointers in good faith:

Firstly, Carlotta had to learn how to act and not walk the stage arrogantly like usual; secondly, the tenor needed to lose weight, which was not healthy for a man his age.I must also remind the two managers that you are good at office, not art.

That's all I want to say.

Your sincere friend,

F.DEL.O"

"Can I apply for resignation, Lord Phantom?" The theater manager tilted his head and collapsed on the office chair, completely unaware of his personnel.

——Fortunately, they woke up before the afternoon——If they missed the reception of Mrs. Karenin, I don’t know how the ghost will be furious and wait for an opportunity to retaliate!

Although the meeting with the manager was not smooth-interspersed with various provocations and unreasonable troubles from the presiding soprano, all of which were dismissed by Katyusha's two or three thousand dollars-the rehearsal of "Corpse Groom" started as scheduled.

Soon, "Corpse Groom" will be staged.

Due to the sufficient publicity in the early stage, such as "the wife of a high-ranking Russian official joined in with love", and "mysterious male singer became a hit", in short, there are audiences only when there is a hot spot, the theater is full, and the tickets are sold out early.

On this day, the People's Opera House was packed.

The curtain was opened, and the scenery, characters and light on the stage were all in gray and dark tones, which looked extremely depressing, and even the dancing and performing characters looked like walking dead.

However, half of this feeling of depression dissipated when the heroine, who was wearing a white dress and was extremely cute and full of jokes, appeared on the stage.

Her black hair was done in the most fashionable style, pure and lively like her white dress fluttering in the wind.Her singing voice is equally sweet and pure, reaching directly into the sky and into the heart.

The nouveau riche who was born as a fishmonger wanted to step into the upper class in one step. The best way was to marry a downtrodden nobleman.

"According to the plan, we will be able to reach the sky in one step, enter the masquerade ball, enter the royal palace, rub shoulders with the powerful, and have lunch with the queen..."

The exaggerated singing, facial expressions and marionette-like movements greeted bursts of laughter from the audience.

Victoria was entrusted with an important task by the fishmonger's parents, and she must make Victor, the only son of the poor nobleman Marquis Afguera, fall in love with her.

The cute girl is playing the piano in the living room, expressing her tension, apprehension and expectations for the future.

The same young and pure Victor fell in love with her at first sight.

"Hold my son's hand and bear your worries. May it be sweet wine that will fill your cup. But it will be a bright candle and your light. I will wear this oath forever and grow old with you."

At the wedding rehearsal, the cute girl made many mistakes, and she couldn't even say her vows in front of the snobbish and fierce bishop. A simple wedding rehearsal ended in frustration.

Victoria ran into the woods angrily and practiced these vows repeatedly.

"With this hand, I'll take your wine..."

The audience laughed.

"With this hand, I'm going to help you fill your glass... Ah, wrong again."

The audience burst into laughter.

"With this candle, I will light your mother... Oh, God! It's a waste of practice!" The cute girl grabbed the ground with her head.

The audience was out of breath with laughter.

Victoria sat down on the ground, staring at the forget-me-not gifted to her by her fiancé, suddenly blissful to her heart.She stood up and sang affectionately:

"With this hand, I will take you out of your sorrow.

Your cup of life will never run dry, for I will be your nectar.

With this candle, I will light your way through the dark night.

With this ring, I will be your wife. "

At this time, the situation on the stage changed—a tall black figure rose slowly—because of the ingenious arrangement of the mechanism, in the eyes of the audience, this figure broke through the ground from the center of the stage.

This is a man whose clothes are rotting and tattered, and his skin and muscles are gradually merging with the mud.

He slowly raised his head—there were exclamations one after another in the audience, and then turned into applause:

Which exquisite make-up artist actually depicts such a realistic skull.Even the real god of death would feel ashamed!

He leaned down, and slowly stretched out his hand with finger bones exposed to the girl who was sitting on the ground immobile, and put a gold ring stained with dirt on her.

Victoria screamed and fell to the ground.

This concludes the first act.

The audience thanked God for such a buffer time to regulate their thumping hearts.

The second act begins.

The lights and scenery of the stage are no longer dim, and the colorful lights hit the stage, and most of the gothic dilapidation, horror and decadence dissipated.

However, with the exception of Victoria, all the actors and singers on the stage wore skulls and painted skeletons on their clothes—this is the world of the dead.

Compared with the gloomy and cold world of the living in the previous scene, the kingdom of the dead is a bit more humane.

When the zombie groom began to sing, the audience's fear completely dissipated-the horrible skeleton in front of them, the skin and muscles on the face were rotted and dried, wearing a tattered gothic male protagonist's coat, The zombie groom wearing an invisible bow tie is so warm, charming and mysterious.

His singing voice is comparable only to angels!

"Eric is a well-known young man,

One day a strange girl came to town.

She is penniless but beautiful,

Young people are quickly captured by love like crazy.

Of course his father refused, he was powerless to resist,

So the lovers planned to elope. "

A strange magnetic field formed a huge encircling circle, covering the entire People's Opera House.The men standing in the box felt that their arms were weak, their knees were weak, and a kind of creepy tremor came from

Every pore transmits to the depths of the soul.

The choir sang wildly and danced wildly:

"Death, death, we all face it!

Don't frown, just ordinary!

You can pray or you can run away,

But you will eventually become a corpse! "

The lights on the stage flickered in blue, blue, green, and flickered desperately, making people dazzled.

The zombie groom standing in the center spoke again:

"We planned to meet late at night,

Nobody was told or leaked.

Eric changed into a costume and filled his pockets,

Love is not enough for couples in love.

In the dark night,

Under the old oaks of the woods,

He was ready to elope, but where was she?

dizzy waiting,

Then his eyes went dark..."

The situation is no different for the seated spectators, who become as effeminate as first-time teenage girls overwhelmed by the charm of their lovers.A strong impulse and joy, accompanied by the angel's singing, hit the audience, which is irresistible and unwilling to resist.

"When Eric opened his eyes,

His life is gone,

She hurried off with another man with his purse,

Eric's heart is broken.

So he lay down under the tree and swore,

Waiting for true love to set him free.

I have been waiting for the one who is willing to hold my hand,

Suddenly broke into the young innocent beautiful girl.

She swore to be with her forever,

And that's the whole story of the zombie groom..."

The hearts of the audience have been liquefied by his singing, shaking in their bodies.

The zombies that emerged from the underground world confirmed the girl's oath and asked her to help him realize his unfulfilled wedding ceremony.

All he wanted was a promise that was put into practice to wash away the pain of being deceived during his lifetime.

But facing the skeleton's face and rotting body, the girl could only give her fear.

The sad and disappointed zombie groom got up from his dilapidated coffin, played the same dilapidated and yellowed piano, and played the broken movement.

He sang in a low voice:

"When a candle burns I feel no pain,

The heat and cold are still the same.

But my heart still throbs,

Although it has long since shattered and no longer beats.

But now it's such a pain,

Who will tell me this is nothingness.

The flower of my life has long since withered,

Only my tears still can't stop..."

The powerful magic power is overwhelming, Eric has this magic power, this magic power comes from his angel's singing voice, this magic power even surpasses money, God and death...

Staring at the withered forget-me-not, Victoria sighed and made a decision.

She bravely sat next to Eric, facing the dry and ferocious face straight, and when she played four-handed bombardment with him, she finally let go of her fear and fear and accepted the zombie's love.

From fear, to compassion, to acceptance...

Zombies are as happy as children.

The second act ended quietly in the four-handed combination of human and ghost.

The audience was silent.

They even thought the third act started too slowly.

After a meaningless ballet, the third act finally begins.

According to the wedding oath, the couple who are separated from ghosts by death need to hold a wedding in the human world, and the woman drinks poisoned wine in order to truly stay with the man underground.

Eric refused to take Victoria's life, but Victoria insisted on doing so.

So, a group of zombies who had just died, died for a long time, and died with only skeletons left, carried the wedding cake and came to the church in the world.

When the girl uttered the unchanging oath with a sweet voice and firm eyes, Eric suddenly covered the wine glass to prevent her from drinking the poisoned wine.

He stroked her warm face and sang like a dream:

"I was once a groom and my dreams were taken away by someone else.

But now, I want to take away other people's dreams!

I love you, Victoria, but you don't belong to me. "

In the auditorium and boxes, the noble and elegant gentlemen put their hats on their heads, took them off, and threw them on the ground; the delicate and elegant ladies dropped their fans, and some people fainted silently In the sound of nature resounding through the sky.Those with strong willpower trembled and swayed, trying to restrain their desire and urge to kneel on the ground...

Eric stretched out his bare hand and waved to Victor who was hiding behind.

"But, I've already made an oath..." Victoria said eagerly.

"You have kept your promise." Erik took her hand. "You set me free. Now I can do the same for you."

He slowly took off the ring on Victoria's left ring finger, and said with relief and a smile, "This is Eric's wedding gift to you."

Then, put the ring into her palm.

There was no expression on that skeleton's face, but every audience could feel his smile.

Eric walked forward with graceful and slow steps, his tattered tuxedo slowly floating behind him.

He sang softly a ditty without words or even a tune.

At this moment, the hideous and terrifying zombies on the stage were endowed with divinity by the music.

Eric has conquered Paris.

Then, at the edge of the stage, he turned into a group of black butterflies circling.

If it weren't for knowing that Eric is a master of magic, this little trick is no problem for him, Katyusha would definitely think that he has turned into a butterfly and gone.

After a long time, the theater erupted with the loudest applause, screams and cheers ever seen.

The male singer who disappeared on the stage reappeared on the stage like a ghost, and he bowed gracefully.

You don't need Christine for your mask, Eric.

you're free.

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