[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

"You're scared."

Red Dragon Chi|Bare to the upper body, with his back facing An Qi and opening his mouth, the evil dragon clinging to his back spread its wings.As he spoke, he turned around, his muscular body was suddenly covered with a dark gray suit, Francis Underwood stepped forward aggressively, and the figure of the President of the United States enveloped Angie's petite body.

"Who are you guarding against, Angie?"

With a wave of his hand, a Glock 18 fell to the ground, and the pistol hit the ground with a crisp sound.He stroked An Qi's cheek with his hand, supported her chin with his broad and warm palm, and gently guided her to raise her head. Hannibal Lecter's dark golden pupils were filled with nothingness: "How can you be sure, when After everyone on the list dies as they wish, you will get real peace?"

The lights came on suddenly.

An Qi found that she was still standing on that strange stage, and she could barely open her eyes when the strong light suddenly shone on her.Hannibal Lecter in front of him suddenly disappeared and sat under the auditorium.

There were two people missing in the stands.

"Do not……"

She tried to escape from the stage, but she was dragged back after a few steps. An Qi turned her head, and she didn't know when heavy shackles appeared on her hands and feet. The other end of the shackles was tightly shackled to the edge of the stage. leave.

Can you be at peace?

Angie didn't know either.The only thing she knows is that she doesn't want to dance anymore, she can't dance anymore!

"--Do not!"

The heart-piercing screams echoed in the empty room, and An Qi struggled to wake up. Before she could see the situation around her clearly, a black shadow moved to her side like a ghost.The white gloves fell on An Qi's forehead, and a pleasant voice sounded above her head.

"Shh, my angel, you're back to reality."

Angie suddenly came back to her senses.

The Paris Opera House receives an unknown number of tourists a day, and the staff never stops.However, no matter how old the worker is, he would never have guessed that there is a huge world hidden under the trapdoor of the theater stage.

And the mysterious and frightening "theater ghost" mentioned by the little actors is right in front of An Qi.

It's a pity that he is not a ghost or a ghost, but a real man.When An Qi's eyes touched his face covered by a white mask, her emerald green eyes were immediately covered with a layer of water vapor.

She whimpered, but didn't say anything, and An Qi threw herself into the man's embrace with tears in her eyes.

"No one can hurt you." He hugged her and whispered, "No one can take you away from me."

Angie raised her head and moved her lips silently: [Eric. ]

A look of worry appeared on the delicate face, An Qi held his hand that was resting on the side of her face, and then asked: [Are you still angry? ]

Eric sighed.

"I even doubted you."

His tone was tinged with annoyance, and the phantom dressed in black carefully looked at the girl in his arms: "I doubt that my angel will be unfaithful to me."

[That's because you love me too much. ]

There was a faint blush on her face. A young girl who is in love will always be happy because of simple things, and An Qi is no exception.She nestled against Eric's chest, clutching his skirt: [Don't be angry, Eric. ]

"I will honor your long-cherished wish," he responded, "just as you honor your vow to me."

Angie pursed a gentle smile.

The flickering candlelight exudes a warm yellow light, coating her red hair with an ethereal color.The warm tones neutralized her pale complexion, and Angie looked so soft.

His hand slowly moved down her face, resting on An Qi's neck, and buried it in her hair.

"You chose not to speak," Eric said. "Poor girl, cut off from the world, and let loneliness take over you."

[This is for your reward,] Angie responded in sign language, [If it wasn't for you, I might be sold to be a weaving woman by Mrs. Galar.Consuming all life before the spindle, born meaninglessly, returning meaninglessly, not to mention nightmares and long-cherished wishes. ]

The life story circulating in the theater is of course false.

There were no benevolent nuns, no well-wishers who discovered her musical talent.Some are just "ghosts" that scare young actors and make theater workers turn pale.

[I'll never forget the day you came to save me, Eric. ]

Angie's eyes flickered.

[That evening I sat in the backyard of the orphanage, looking at the sky beyond the iron gate.It's getting dark, and soon Mrs. Gallard will be calling us back to bed.Then you came out of the shadows, not noticing me at first, but I noticing you. ]

There is still a nostalgic smile on her delicate face, and her emerald green eyes are full of wonder and innocence.

[The older children in the orphanage often say that when night falls, in this historic city, the ghosts of the dead will come out of hell one by one and walk on the streets of Paris.The other children were terrified, but I couldn't help wondering: what would a ghost of the dead look like, with a rotting body and a withered head?So I noticed you, a dark shadow passing the orphanage. ]

"You stopped me at the time." Eric whispered.

[I asked if you were a ghost from hell. ] An Qi couldn't help shaking her head, as if she was amused by her childhood self, [You are wearing black clothes and a black cloak, how can you blame me for admitting your mistake?Mrs. Geary took me away the next day, saying I had a talent for music.I knew it must have something to do with you, something to do with the 'ghost'...and then the day after I arrived at the opera, you appeared in front of me. ]

Speaking of which, Angie stretched out her hand.

Her slender fingers landed on his white mask, and the cold touch cut off An Qi's chance to touch him.But she didn't care, for so long, she never mentioned the mask and his real face to Eric.

Because that doesn't matter.

Facing Eric, gazing into his masked eyes, she saw his soul.

[I promise you, before I actually go on stage, I will only speak and sing for you. ]

She expresses slowly in sign language.

[It's my choice, Eric.I'm not afraid of loneliness, I'm not afraid of being left out, but I'm only afraid that you will leave me because of belittling yourself.In my eyes, no one can compare to you, please don't believe other people's rumors, you also know how ridiculous their words are. ]

The ghost sighed.

"That worker is the man of your nightmares."

[Yes. ]

"So did the professor who came to the door."

Angie's hand froze.

She hadn't been hiding from Eric, not even...

[Did you get hurt last time? ] Angie suddenly became nervous, she held Eric's cheeks, and said with worried lips, [You shouldn't appear, Eric.I can handle them well. ]

"Nobody can hurt my angel."

His tone was cold, with a lingering determination.

"You shouldn't be so reckless, Angie." Obviously Eric didn't like what Angie did. "Even the life of the Bohemian ambassador is worthless compared to your safety."

Eric's warning, which was like words of love, made Angie smile shyly.

Although the rumors in the theater were mysterious, they were not completely groundless.In the backstage where people come and go, no matter how careful An Qi's actions are, she will inevitably be caught by someone.

She did come across the assassination of the Bohemian ambassador, and she screamed.That was Angie's intention, because she knew that it was James Moriarty who ordered the assassin.And the little actors said that it was Phantom who saved her who was almost silenced, which is also true.

[I have to. ]

she said firmly.

[You saved me from the mud, Eric.Then I am willing to sacrifice everything for my long-cherished wish. ]

Phantom didn't speak.

An Qi knew what he was thinking, and ten years of silent silence was enough for her to learn to perceive his heart.Eric didn't want to let go, he didn't want her to take the risk herself, and he didn't want her to get in touch with Grenouille, who came from a humble background and was known as a genius in making incense.

So she slightly retracted the corners of her mouth and looked at him sincerely.

[Play it for me, Eric. ]

Her white fingers moved away from his mask, and solemnly took the ghost's hand.

No one knows that there is a huge palace hidden under the Paris Opera House.No one would know that for more than a decade, the ghost of the theater in their mouths would often lead a red-haired girl down the stairs to the deepest dwelling.

At the beginning, Angie was still afraid. When she was young, she would be afraid of tall machines and deep lakes.And whenever she feels scared, Eric will always sing for her, and his perfect voice will dispel her fear and anxiety.

It was not a ghost wandering the streets of Paris that led her out of the orphanage, but an angel, an angel of music.

[Only your melody can make me forget my nightmares and hatred. ]

She followed Eric to stand up from the empty room, and he led her towards the piano, step by step, holy and firm.

For more than ten years, no one knows that in the place closest to hell in Paris, there will often be sounds of nature that can almost save everything.

Almost everything can be redeemed.

Accompanied by his playing, An Qi snuggled up to the chair, pillowed on his lap, and slowly closed her eyes.

How much she wanted to immerse herself in it, just give up, and really leave the list and dreams behind, making time stop at this moment.

The author has something to say: I'm a bit stuck, I didn't write and update yesterday, I'm really sorry, girls [scratching head]

Thanks to the wild Jingjing Lu Kuangya for the overlord ticket.

I was so tired after finishing Kinoshita’s writing in the last volume with 11 characters, so the content of this volume will be simpler.The key point in this world is not how An Qi does it, but whether An Qi does it, including the professor.

Of course, I am also very satisfied with the plot of the professor line hahaha