Be the C heroine in a famous book [Quick Transmigration]

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This corridor is very long, and the terrain gradually descends, but there is nothing at the end. It looks like a dead end. At first glance, it is the work of Phantom, which is a bit weird and mysterious.

He took her hand, walked to the middle of the corridor, knocked on the wall a few times regularly, and a stone door suddenly opened in the wall, revealing a small stream, indicating that they had reached the ground.

Along the stream, they walked through the automatically turned on lights all the way to a very familiar small garden.

This is a rose garden, in the hazy mist, delicate and charming.

Carlota came here for the first time, looked at her side in surprise, and asked, "Eric, when did you make this?"

He pursed his lips, his black eyes drooping slightly, with a hint of grievance: "Two months ago, Carlotta, you said you missed the Rose Garden in Paris."

Carlotta looked at him with wide eyes, as if there was such a thing.

One night, Carlotta suddenly mentioned the underground palace of the Paris Opera House, especially the lovely little garden, and regretted not being able to move it away.

But that was just her unintentional thought, she didn't expect that Phantom would take it to heart and even copied it completely.

However, she really didn't feel anything, and almost every time she turned her head, she could always see his figure.

So when exactly did he do it?

Hearing what she said, Phantom seemed even more aggrieved. He whispered: "Carlotta, you have spent too much time in the circus. You spoiled those freaks, actors, and apprentices too much."

Really?She recalled it carefully, could it be that unconsciously, she ignored Phantom and wronged him?

In addition to the rose garden, there is an almost identical piano, and the same two doors leading to two bedrooms.

The one on the right is the one where Carlotta lived in Paris, and the one on the left is the one where the Phantom lived before.

They often live in Hui's apartment, but they occasionally stay here, all in the bedroom on the right.

The one on the left Carlotta had never entered.

This time, the phantom led her to the door on the left, beckoning her to open it.

Always feeling that he was showing off something, Carlotta pushed the door expectantly, her eyes widened.

What the hell is this?To tell the truth, she was very dizzy.

Under the dim light, I saw a beautiful woman dancing, her skin was picturesque, and there was even a blush on her cheeks, which was lifelike.

Yes, this is a sculpture.

When you see a sculpture made one-to-one with yourself, you really don't feel comfortable. At least, Carlotta feels more horrified.

"Eric, what is this?" Her smile was a little stiff.

"When you were teaching those students, I was in this room, trying to create music. But I couldn't calm down and always wanted to find you, so I sculpted her." Phantom said as she continued Go forward and come to the desk next to the sculpture.

Sure enough, he ignored him too much, and felt that the phantom was a little abnormal. The life-like sculpture was so realistic, it must have cost him a lot of effort.

So, what was he thinking?

"Open it, Carlotta." His deep voice rang in her ear, bringing her back to her senses.

At some point, they sat down at the desk, and she was being gently held in his arms.

His eyes were cold and dark, and under the light at this time, they were dyed a golden yellow, a bit like amber.

With a hint of expectation, she opened the box he placed in front of her.Seeing that the things inside were exuding a warm luster, she looked at Phantom hesitantly, and picked it up.

It was a gold ring with a small ruby-carved skull inlaid on it. There were two very tiny letters "C&E" on the ring, which should be the initials of Eric and Carlota.

Rings have many meanings, often implying bondage and possession.

So, does he really feel insecure?

"Carlotta, take it." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, his voice low.

She hesitated and asked, "But why only one? Eric, wedding rings should be a pair."

He didn't seem to react, and asked subconsciously, "What?"

"Eric, we should be exchanging rings, and we still need yours." She said, looking for gemstones suitable for the same ring.

Phantom stared blankly at her movements, but her eyes became extremely complicated.

"I found it, what do you think of this one?" Carlota put a ruby ​​in his palm nonchalantly, "Let's carve another one."

The ruby ​​radiated a scorching light in the palm of his hand, almost burning his palm. He held it firmly, and the same scorching light radiated from his eyes.

"Eric, what's the matter?" She looked at him ignorantly, as if she didn't know what she had done and what kind of shock he had caused.

"Yes, I should engrave another one." His voice was as thick as a cello, and he looked at her with bright eyes.

Then he pulled her into his arms, gently stroked her cheeks, her eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Carlotta, my master, do you really want to see my face?"

His eyes shone like stars in the night sky, with a new-born courage, like a new shoot.

Carlotta froze for a moment, then looked at him in surprise, almost on the verge of tears.

"You're brave, Eric, and I'll watch it if you want," she said choked up.

His breathing became rapid, he took her hand tremblingly, and slowly approached the mask.

Time slowed down, and when she almost touched the mask, his movements paused.

She felt that his hands trembled more violently, his breathing became very irregular, his eyes flickered more violently, and there was a strange blush at the corners of his eyes.

He looked terrified, and the trembling frequency made her heart gradually tangle up, and her breathing became difficult.

Feeling dizzy, she pulled out her hand and said with difficulty: "Eric, it's okay, wait until the day you want."

Phantom looked up at her instinctively, worried that she would be disappointed, but soon, he became tense.

Carlotta didn't look well at this moment, her face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead, as if she was in great pain.

"Carotta..." he called anxiously, picked her up by the waist, and quickly walked out of the maze.

"No, Carlotta, don't leave me." He seemed to think of some horrible scene, and made a painful sound in his throat.

"Eric, I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

She heard his heavy breathing, and that bloodless face became even paler, looking down at her like a trapped animal.

He put her on the bed in the lounge, and ran out the door like a gust of tragic wind, with a hoarse voice: "Jones, where is Jones?"

When the acrobatic manager walked outside the door, he clasped his shoulders tightly. Seeing his red eyes and masked face, he was startled.

"Doctor Jones is looking at Leo's injury, it's on the second floor." He gasped, feeling his shoulders burning.

Mr. Devil immediately pushed him out and let out a terrifying roar: "Bring him here quickly, if it takes more than 5 minutes, I will kill you."

Carl looked at him in panic. Although Mr. Devil was usually cold, he really looked like a ghost at this time.

What he said must be true.

Carl reacted immediately, turned around and ran.He had to take Jones down the stairs within 5 minutes, and he bumped into a lot of people on the way, but he didn't care about it at all.

Like a gust of wind, Carl dragged Dr. Jones to the door of the office, and almost immediately, the door opened from the inside.

The next moment, a piece of black clothes flashed past, Dr. Jones disappeared outside the door, and the door closed in an instant.

The cold wind blowing from the door made Carl startled and regained his normal thinking.

See a doctor, someone is sick.

Mr. Devil is nervous, that is, Mrs. is sick!

He immediately frowned and looked worriedly at the closed door.The owner of the circus is Mr. Devil, but almost everyone only knows that Mrs. Devil is the real manager here.

Mr. Devil is extremely talented and an artistic genius, but his character and appearance are so terrifying that no one dares to talk to him.

But Madame Devil is different, she is the soul of the circus.

Stunning appearance and talent, refreshing character and speech, so that the whole circus is closely united around her.

The circus cannot do without her.

"Dad, what happened?" Maria's voice brought him back to his senses. He looked at his lovely daughter and sighed.

"Madam is sick." He looked at the people who appeared around one after another, "Dr. Jones just went in, I hope nothing is wrong."

The female Leo had already started to cry quietly, and the others were infected by her and became very pessimistic, and the atmosphere was very depressed.

The sound of the door opening was very clear. Dozens of pairs of eyes were fixed on Dr. Jones who came out, and he almost fell back in fright.

He immediately held the door, closed it again, adjusted his glasses, and coughed softly amidst everyone's silent inquiries: "It's nothing, in fact, we will usher in a new life."

"New life?" Mrs. Lauren was thoughtful.

"What does this mean?" Christine didn't respond.

"It means that the teacher is going to have a baby." Maria remembered what the doctor said when her mother was pregnant.

The air seemed to come alive gradually, and everyone discussed and exchanged the good news.

"Okay, girls, since there is nothing to do, we should go back to practice." Mrs. Lauren summoned five apprentices, and took the chicks away like an old hen.

"Can't we go see the teacher?" Christine asked softly.

She kept looking back at the door, walking slower and slower.

"Madame needs to rest, we'll see her soon." Lauren took her hand and led her away from where she was.

"Okay, guys, since there's nothing else to do, everyone is leaving." Carl clapped his palms and began to drive the actors away, "We should go to practice the new program."

Everyone exchanged glances, stood up one after another, and walked to the stage.

"Brother, Madam is pregnant, can she still perform a new show?" Leo asked quietly.

"Ah, this, I don't know, but I think Mr. Devil should arrange it." Male Leo said slowly.

Female Leo nodded thoughtfully, when she heard an annoying voice next to her,

"Come on, you said that because you couldn't answer." Aaron the dwarf mocked.

He was as short as a ten-year-old boy, but he was thick and strong.Not only has a bad temper, but also likes to mock the Leo brothers and sisters.

When Leo saw him, he was a little scared, but he didn't know how to refute.

Aaron still wanted to laugh at them, but he heard the manager Karl turn around and scold: "Aaron, you are bullying Leo again, is today's punishment not enough?"

Aaron suddenly lost his temper, thinking of the unfinished pile of bricks, his eyes went dark.

I don't know why Mr. Devil wants so many bricks. Every time he is punished, he is asked to move bricks.Never saw those bricks increase, what the hell.

At this time in the office

Carlotta took a break and felt better.

As soon as she moved, Phantom immediately noticed it. He held her in his arms and asked in a low voice, "Carotta, how are you?"

She shook her head, put her hand on his shoulder lightly, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, I'm much better now."

The sunlight came through the curtains, leaving hazy spots on his black suit, and he hugged her gently, with the exhaustion of the rest of his life.

Her hair was scented with roses, like the warm spring sun, ironing his breath.

He kissed lightly and asked in a low voice, "Carlotta, are you happy?"

His tone was a little low, with an unspeakable melancholy, without the slightest excitement and joy of being a father for the first time.

She raised her head, looked at his expression carefully, and was a little puzzled: "Eric, are you unhappy?"

She thought he was not used to it yet, so she put his hand gently on his stomach, and said softly, "Here is our child, do you like it?"

His breathing became rapid, his face was a bit ferocious, and his hands were trembling slightly.As if scalded, he immediately withdrew his hand, as if it was a scourge.

"No, Carlotta, you shouldn't be happy." There was a tremor in his voice, and the hand he pulled out was tightly held by his side, and the excessive force made it bruised and pale.

"Why?" She sat up and turned to face him.

He looked up at her, only then did she realize that her eyes were terribly red, but her lips were bloodless, looking like a dead person.

"Eric?" She looked at him in surprise, and touched his forehead with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

He pulled her hand down, looking at her eyes like a pool of stagnant water, and his voice was lifeless like a dead soul.

"Carlotta, he's going to be a...monster." He made a hoarse voice, his throat seemed to be bleeding.

Then he stood up stiffly, his eyes like black holes glanced at her, and disappeared into the room.

She stared blankly at the direction in which he disappeared, and after 2 minutes, she finally understood what he meant.

The idea is kind of weird.

She recalled carefully, Eric's parents seemed to be ordinary people, but Eric was born ugly, so it shouldn't be genetic... right?

It seems that this possibility cannot be ruled out?

She frowned, touched her flat belly lightly, and sighed in distress.

But I already have a child, so I can't get rid of it, right?

Not to mention the medical technology of this era, abortion will lead to the death of pregnant women.As far as the child itself is concerned, it is also very innocent.

Besides, he may be normal. Even if he unfortunately inherits his ugly face from his father, his body is still sound, not deformed.

She made up her mind, smiled, touched her belly and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Mom will take good care of you."

The child was still a mass of unconscious flesh, but the child's father was beginning to trouble her.

She sighed, got up and got out of bed, and when she opened the door, she saw Lauren coming with a dinner plate.

When she saw Carlotta, she was a little surprised, and instinctively looked behind her, but when she didn't see Mr. Devil, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She smiled and said, "Ma'am, it's time for lunch."

"Lauren, you are so sweet, did I feel hungry just now?" Carlota retreated into the house and sat down at the dining table.

"Ma'am, the pigeon soup and veal steak are good, you can eat more." Lauren placed the food on the table and looked at her with concern.

She thought: Madam is pregnant for the first time, I don't know if she can adapt.

"I'm fine, Lauren." Carlotta seemed to know what she was thinking, and comforted her, "Prepare another one and bring it in a basket."

Lauren didn't see Mr. Devil, he had already guessed something, so he immediately responded and left the room.

After a hearty lunch, Carlotta put on a cloak, carried a basket, and walked into the deep corridor.

It was midsummer, but the temperature in the rose garden was a bit cold. She tightened her cloak and walked slowly in the silent garden.

Where will he be?

Following the faint smell of alcohol, she entered the wide open door, where she had been in the morning.

A brown glass wine bottle was not far from the door, with only a little juice left in it, and a black cloak was thrown messily not far away.

The room was brightly lit, and the lifelike sculpture stood there with a smile, while at the feet of "her", there was a black figure kneeling down.

"Carlotta, my master, my angel, forgive me." He was pale and begged, holding the statue's legs in despair.

Carlotta stopped and called him softly.

He immediately froze, slowly raised his head, his eyes were red: "Carlotta..."

Then he looked at her with a tinge of fear, as if awaiting her trial.

"What are you doing, Eric?" She knelt down next to him and touched his cold face, which was moist, obviously from crying.

He immediately held her hand, lowered his head and kept kissing, pleading with his eyes: "Carlotta, my master, don't abandon me."

She looked at him in a daze, not knowing why he had such worries, and asked immediately: "Eric, why would I abandon you? You are my lover, husband, or the father of my child."

When he heard the front, he looked at her docilely, but when he mentioned the child, his pupils shrank again.

He turned his head in some embarrassment, let go of her hand, staggered to the desk, and leaned there powerlessly.

He turned his back to her, and his voice seemed to come out of his throat: "Child, yes, child, you will abandon us."

"God finally wants to take back my light, because of my sinful deception, I tried to enjoy the favor of angels." He seemed to be talking to himself with heavy self-blame and remorse.

"Eric, it's not like that." Carlota walked slowly behind him, "It's not like that, I love you, Eric."

She tentatively hugged him from behind and leaned on his back: "I love you and our child, and I will never abandon anyone."

He trembled all over, breathed in a painful rhythm, and denied with a roar: "No, when you see the child's face like a devil, you will know what kind of monster you fell in love with. You will never love again Me, the bitter water of hatred will soak your heart, and you will eventually abandon us together, abandon..."

"No, Eric, I love you. Not just your music, but your soul." She immediately denied it.

Feeling his breathing lighten, as if he was listening intently, she continued: "Eric, I love you, I love your soul, which is as intoxicating as fine wine, with infinite vitality, in the dark fate Flowers are blooming."

"I love you, Eric, until death." Her voice was like an angel's whisper, gentle and firm in the empty room.

As if bewitched, he turned around slowly, looked down at her with trembling eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Carlotta, my angel, you control my life, you can give birth to me at any time, and you can give me birth at any time." die."

A word from her can send him into hell, but the same word can bring him back to life.

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