[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

"Angie bought back a tanner's worker for thirty francs?"

"I heard from Baron Dupont that most of the people in Paris watched her lead the worker home by the hand."

"What? What's going on here?"

After another day of performances, in the actor's lounge, the dancers who came off the stage huddled together in twos and threes, and couldn't help but start discussing.

Unsurprisingly, after the show, the Angels went out of nowhere.Everyone has been used to this for so long.Sorelli sat in the middle of several young girls, hearing their confused and curious tones, as the only one who understood the cause and effect, she would inevitably feel a sense of complacency.

"Hmm." Sorelli coughed a few times, "I want to gossip about others behind their backs, it's not a good habit."

It was fine if she didn't speak, but when she spoke, several gossiping girls rushed to Soleli immediately.

"We're just curious!" said the leading girl, "What's going on? Angie doesn't like to communicate with people, how could she do such, such—"

"—A shocking thing is coming!"

Sorelli felt that it was not that An Qi didn't like communicating with people, but that she couldn't speak, which made her lose many opportunities to communicate with people.

After all, not everyone knows sign language, and has the patience to wait for her to explain her inner thoughts with silent lip language.

Especially after getting along, Sorelli found that An Qi was gentle, patient and very easy-going.If she could speak frankly, she must be the most popular actress in the opera house.

"That worker."

Thinking of this, Sorelli once again thought of the mysterious singing in Angie's dressing room that day, doubts swirled in her heart, and then she restrained her thoughts.

To be honest, the eager expressions of the girls satisfied her vanity very well.Sorelli lowered her voice and said mysteriously: "Actually, he is a genius at making incense!"

"What?! No way?"

A sentence fell to the ground, in exchange for several exclamations.The girls suddenly became more energetic: "How can a tanner's worker know how to make perfume?"

"An Qi told me herself."

she said triumphantly.

"She brought the young man into Monsieur Pelissier's shop and he stunned the most famous perfumer in Paris with just a few words! He is also said to have improved 'Eros and Psyche' on the spot At first, I thought that Angie was Mr. Pelissier who was cheated, and immediately begged her to keep the young man." Sorelli said vividly, as if she had witnessed the scene with her own eyes, "It is said that from next week At the beginning, the brand new 'Cross and Psyche' will be on the market, and Angie also said that if there is a chance, she can let the girls in the opera house try the fragrance in advance."

"Wow……"

It is far more exciting to talk about it than to give tangible benefits.No one would have thought that An Qi, who is usually mysterious and silent, not only dances well, but also has such good luck to meet geniuses in other fields.

"Then the thirty francs are worth it." The young dancer sighed, "How does that young man look, is he handsome? No wonder An Qi doesn't like dealing with celebrities and nobles, maybe she is just waiting for her fate This genius."

"I don't even know what he looks like."

It's a pity that Sorelli has a tight schedule for performances recently, and she hasn't had time to go to Mr. Pelissier's shop to find out.Maybe I can talk to An Qi later to see if I can make an appointment to go together.

Of course, the premise is that she must find An Qi.

After walking off the stage, the silent actors disappeared as if they had disappeared.Nobody knew where she was.

At this moment, An Qi is completely unaware that she has become the focus of discussion among her companions.

After she left the stage, she walked all the way down the stairs, passing the green room but not entering.The backstage at the end of the show was full of people. There were dignitaries planning to go to the actors' dressing room, young actors scurrying around, as well as set workers and other backstage workers walking back and forth with equipment.

Crowded in the crowd, even An Qi's gorgeous red hair is no longer so conspicuous.

No one cared where the dumb girl in the theater was going.

Angie bypassed the crowd, walked from the ground floor to the stairs at the other end, and continued down, the farther away from the stage, the fewer people around her, until she reached the depths of the theater where no one would come at this time.

The long corridor was dark and silent, only the sound of her footsteps echoed and circled around, An Qi was not afraid, she stopped in the empty corridor, showing a sad expression.

All the noise and noise went away from her, as if the lights did too.There was no light here, and Angie fumbled and staggered until she finally found a mirror on the wall.

She knocked on the mirror with two "dong dong".Then after waiting for a while, nothing happened.

An Qi bit her lower lip unwillingly, she reached out and beat the wall again, making a louder noise, but it was still in vain.

She was always alone in the corridor.

After waiting hopelessly, she seemed to think of something, glanced nervously at the end of the corridor, where was the only light source, and after confirming that there was no one, she opened her mouth.

Since coming to the Paris Opera House, the ballet dancer who has been reduced to a mute, even sang.

An Qi frowned slightly, her green eyes were full of sadness, and the melodious melody of mourning gradually rose and spread in the deserted corridor, her hand was always on the mirror, as if expecting something.

Had a critic been there, he would probably have jumped up on the spot in shock.Not only because the dumb girl sang the song, but also because it was so touching and beautiful, almost from the soul, that it had been buried in the opera house for so many years.

No one knows, no one listens, it's a waste of money.

Compared with Angie's singing, Carlotta, who shined on stage tonight, is just an ordinary machine that can produce sound!

As the song came to an end, An Qi's expression became more and more sad, and her delicate face was filled with unspeakable pain.After the song was over, she seemed to have completely lost her strength, and she slowly slid down to the ground while holding the mirror.

Until a faint sigh came.

It seems to be inside the wall, and it seems to be everywhere.Then came the sound of slow footsteps.An Qi raised her head suddenly after hearing the sound.

She stared fixedly at the mirror, and whimpered indistinctly from the back of her throat. Finally, all sounds disappeared, and An Qi opened her mouth silently towards the mirror: [Eric!is it you? ]

"You are calling me, my angel."

The sigh answered, and the sound came from the other end of the mirror.It sounds quiet and pleasant, but with a faint anger that can't go away.

"And why did you call me?"

[I worry about you! ]

An Qi knelt in front of the mirror, expressing despair.

[You haven't shown up for three days, leaving me waiting in the dressing room for three whole mornings.How can you bear to leave me alone? ]

The voice laughed a little strangely.

"Everyone in the theater is talking about you and the workers you bought for thirty francs." The mysterious voice suddenly became sharp and mean. "The most talented ballet dancer in the theater fell in love with him!"

[You clearly know where my heart is! ] Angie responded eagerly, [When you picked me up from the orphanage, I told you everything.I have to do it, I have no choice!Eric, isn't my oath enough to tell everything? Is it possible that only by digging out my heart from the flesh and holding it to you with my own hands can I get your trust? ]

She made a gesture of sign language, but what she got in exchange was silence at the other end of the mirror.

There was no sound at all, and everything returned to silence, as if the sound just now was just An Qi's illusion.

But she knew he was still there.

He was on the other side of the wall, right in front of the mirror, only three inches away from her.He must be looking at her, into her eyes, into her soul.

"You said you had to do it," the mysterious voice finally spoke, and he regained his composure. "That worker is the enemy on your list."

[Yes Yes! ] Angie nodded with all her strength, [I wanted to tell you the next day, but you didn't show up, and you didn't give me any chance to explain. ]

"And I... actually doubted you after listening to the rumors of a few silly girls, shaking the angel's love for me."

She took a deep breath, and after hearing these words, An Qi's expression calmed down.Her deeply frowned brows were slowly smoothed away.

[Eric, don't be angry and don't blame yourself. ]

Angie expressed in sign language.

[I know everything because you love me. ]

What happened next, even if the most experienced workers of the Paris Opera House saw it, they would be deeply shocked.

Under the refraction of the dim light, the mirror in front of An Qi slowly flowed, and the strange sound of gear rotation sounded from the inside of the wall, and then the mirror disappeared—the mirror that originally reflected the girl's figure suddenly became dark and hollow, and the mirror below For a moment, in the black hole, a white glove stretched out.

It was a tall and thin figure, wearing a black dress, a black cloak, and a cold mask covering his face.It was as if he had passed through a mirror and stepped into the real world from another part of the world.

"Come with me, Angie."

He said.

Angie raised her arm without hesitation.

Her hand fell into the man's and she stood up.He hugged the petite An Qi across his arms, stepped back, and disappeared into the mirror.

The author has something to say: Although my mind is full of the appearance description of the Phantom in the novel, I thought about it and wrote the musical version...

Thanks to Scorpion:D Jinjinjin for the landmines, Jinjinjin for the nutrient solution, love you all!