[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

"What nonsense!"

In the actor's lounge, the famous singer Carlotta clenched his fists and his face was full of anger.Holding the hem of her skirt, she paced back and forth in the room, staring at a pair of eyes full of disbelief.

"What letter from the ghost of the opera house, saying that I will be sick at tomorrow's performance? Ask a dancer of unknown origin to come on stage and sing, and Mr. De Buena and Mr. Pollini didn't say anything. The people in this theater are all crazy No way?!"

"Miss Carlotta—"

"—Still a mute!"

She screamed, over the actors trying to persuade.

Seeing Carlotta's appearance, his partner who wanted to comfort him simply shut his mouth completely—in fact, he really wanted to say that An Qi is not some dancer with unknown origins, and her reputation outside is far better than that of Ka Luota. Lotta is louder.

However, when the theater ghost wrote to the two managers, begging Angie to come on stage and sing in a commanding tone, everyone thought that either the phantom inhabiting the opera house was crazy, or their manager was crazy.

Seeing that she was furious, Miss Carlotta's partner just waved at the young actors who had just stepped off the stage in embarrassment, signaling them to hurry up and leave.

How can a mute sing?

Tomorrow's performance is so important for the opera house, because the king of Bohemia will come here to enjoy the Parisian style performance.And at this moment, the ghost of the theater swore that the king from a foreign country is a person favored by God, because he will hear the voice of an angel tomorrow.

Of course he was not speaking of Carlotta, but of Angie.

Sorelli was present when the two managers informed Carlotta of the incident.

The little actor who came out of the actors' lounge told her about Miss Carlotta's gaffe, which made Sorelli almost immediately think of the rumors about Angie and the meeting they met when they went out together that day. Scenes.

It is always said that Angie, who prefers to be alone, hums a short song softly when she thinks no one is around, but no one cares—for a dancer, as long as she is able-bodied and able to hear Seeing the music, stepping on the rhythm, whether the vocal cords are intact, and whether you can speak, what's the big deal?

But now, some people say that she has "the voice of an angel", and even the king is favored by God, so he has the opportunity to listen to it in person.

The singing voice from Angie's dressing room is indeed wonderful. Even through the door panels and walls, even without any accompaniment, Sorelli still feels that the voice comes from the soul and heaven, which is far beyond Miss Carlotta's comparison. .

So, what she heard was really An Qi singing?

But An Qi is clearly outside the door with her brand new dancing shoes, whose voice is the other man's?

Could it be... Could it be a ghost...?

Sorelli shivered.

She knocked on the door, and there was silence in Angie's dressing room, but the door was not locked.Several young actors had followed behind her before, but now they took a few steps back in unison, making it clear that they did not dare to approach her.I was afraid that when Sorelli pushed the door open, what she ran into was not An Qi, but a ghost in a black cloak.

There are so many people here.Sorelli emboldened herself.

She clenched the cross in her sleeve, took a deep breath, and pushed away Angie's dressing room.

Fortunately, there are still no ghosts.

The room was brightly lit, and Sorelli raised her eyes cautiously, just touching An Qi's blank gaze.

Sitting in front of her was Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, a young genius whom Angie had bought from a tanner for thirty francs not long ago, and this was the first time Sorélie had seen him from the opera house. to him.

He huddled obediently in the sofa, the clean and simple clothes on his body were crumpled up by the movement.Angie stood behind Grenouille, holding a wooden comb carved with oriental patterns in her hand.

Sorelli was a little embarrassed at once. The young couple was alone, and she ran over rashly with a group of young actors, which was really rude.

Fortunately, An Qi didn't mind.

She put down the comb and asked in sign language: [Is something wrong? ]

Sorelli was a little surprised: "Everyone is talking about it, but you don't know it?! The ghost of the theater wrote a letter to the two managers, Angie! He asked you to replace the sick Miss Carlotta at Posey tomorrow. Sing before King Mia!"

"singing."

Grenouille seemed a little confused, he turned to look at Angie.

"Can Miss Angie sing?"

Angie's expression suddenly became a little complicated.

It seems that she really doesn't know.While Sorelli was full of suspicion, she couldn't help noticing Grenouille curled up on the sofa. She was docile and curious. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a puppy picked up by Angie from the street.

In Monsieur Pelissier's perfume shop, he was not like that.

Almost half the people of Paris have heard of a genius who makes incense worth thirty francs.As one of Angie's few friends, Sorelli got the news immediately, so she even went to the perfume shop several times.

Grenouille, who was an apprentice under M. Pélissier, was simply dressed and taciturn.His relationship with the famous ballet dancer undoubtedly attracted the attention of many ladies and ladies, but in the face of their accusations, Grenouille often responded coldly and briefly, or simply avoided them.

In the end, he simply volunteered to buy the petals and mix the essential oils, and stopped showing up in the shop at all.

Therefore, Sorelli always thought that he was a withdrawn and arrogant person, but she did not expect that when this young genius looked at An Qi, her eyes were warm and pure, as if she was the only existence in the world worthy of his attention.

[The two managers have not approached me. ]

Angie neither answered Grenouille's question nor explained anything about the matter, but responded in sign language.

[I think they probably won't listen to the ghost's words.Tomorrow is the king's visit, and Mr. de Buena and Mr. Pollini will not take such a big risk. ]

"Then, then..."

The little actor who shrank behind Sorelli spoke timidly.

"The ghost of the theater does exist, doesn't it? And you know him."

Sorelli's heart tightened.

She suddenly remembered something earlier, the day "the ghost rescued Angie covered in blood".After changing into clean clothes, An Qi, facing the inquiries of the two managers, said with certainty that it was the ghost who saved her.

She said she could feel it.

The ghost who took good care of Angie, the singing voice coming from her dressing room—Sorelli seems to have caught something in the dimness. She is not a smart girl, but she is not stupid either.

"I have something to say to An Qi alone."

Sorelli gave instructions to the little girls behind her.

"Go and rest first, don't scare yourself."

The girls following Sorelli were obviously reluctant, but they always obeyed her, hesitated for a moment, and then retreated out of the room.

Then Sorelli turned her head to look at Grenouille, and An Qi nodded knowingly: [There is no need to hide it from Jean. ]

Since she said so.

Sorelli didn't hesitate anymore, she mustered up her courage and looked into Angel's clear eyes.

"It's the ghosts of the theater who teach you how to sing," she announced.

The voice fell to the ground, and there was silence in the dressing room.

An Qi who was standing behind the sofa did not speak immediately, her calm face and indifferent eyes made Sorelli a little nervous.Sorelli even felt that her palms were sweating, until she started to feel uneasy, and Angie closed her eyes.

She sighed.

[Yes. ]

Angie admitted frankly.

[It is the ghost who taught me to sing. ]

"So……"

[I can talk, Sorelli. ]

Even so, Angie communicated with Sorelli using sign language.Her expression made Sorelli stunned, and for a moment she forgot what she should say.

[Don't ask any more, I won't reveal more details to you.Whether I know it or not, whether I know the ghost or not, everyone in the opera house knows how important the words of the ghost are.The things he decided will not change - the ghost said that Carlotta will be sick tomorrow, then she will definitely be sick; he wants my first performance to be in front of the king, so no matter who stands in the way, he will definitely achieve himself the goal of. ]

It turns out that the stories in the rumors are all true.

About Angie's good relationship with the ghost, about his communication with the two managers, maybe even the manager's money and special box for him.

Angie standing at the other end of the room was the same as usual, with a dark green dress, gorgeous red hair, and a peaceful and delicate face, she looked friendly and easy-going, but Sorelli shivered inexplicably.

"Does the ghost know about Professor Moriarty's admiration for you?"

Sorelli asked, and she didn't know why she asked.

"And what about M. Grenouille?"

Angie shook her head.Sorelli didn't know whether she was expressing no, or expressing that she did not want to respond.

She was suddenly a little scared, afraid that the ghost was actually nearby, staring at An Qi from an invisible corner, just outside the window, outside the door, entrenched behind An Qi like a demon walking from purgatory.

Oh, God!

Horror flooded Sorelli's heart like a tide, she retreated step by step, and after touching the door, she couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and left as if to escape without even saying hello.

Grenouille tilted his head.

He stared at the door, watched it open and close, until only he and An Qi were left in the dressing room again, Grenouille thought for a while and broke the silence: "Miss An Qi..."

What interrupted him was the fingertip pressed to his lips.

Angie walked around to the front of Grenouille and smiled faintly.

[Do not ask. ] She said with lip language.

Grenouille didn't ask any more questions.

He stared at An Qi's face, her eyelashes trembling slightly under the soft light.Satisfying scents surround Grenouille, but nothing else matters.

"That's good." So Grenouille nodded, thinking of Mr. Pelissier's advice, and politely added, "Your performance tonight is really beautiful, miss."

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