[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Two months later, Warsaw, State Opera House.

"Miss Angie!"

The door of the green room opened and Simon, the theater waiter, walked in.He held a large bouquet of extremely exaggerated flowers in his hand: "Count Alex sent you the bouquet, saying that I would like to thank you for your wonderful performance."

An Qi hurriedly stood up: "Thank you!"

She took the bouquet, in which the flowers were delicate and dripping, and there was an exquisite card on top of the bouquet.Angie put the bouquet in a vase next to the dressing table, picked up the card, and the stern and serious Alex Earl actually wrote a series of love words to her, as if he was still a fledgling boy of eighteen or nineteen years old. of.

"Thank you Count Alex for me too." Angie pursed her lips, "I can't repay my love for him. I can only dedicate a more perfect performance."

Hearing this, the young waiter also broke into a smile.He is the real "hair boy". Simon looks only fifteen or sixteen years old this year, and there is still a childish look on his cheeks: "Your performance is already perfect, Miss Angie."

"Don't try to please me with a few words."

Having said that, An Qi's green eyes still flashed with joy.Seeing Angie happy, Simon also got excited: "I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, ask Mr. Godfrey Norton, sir?"

Simon looked past Angie to the guests in the green room.

"Godfrey Norton" sitting on the sofa, wearing a British suit, with bookish eyes on the bridge of his nose, and hair mixed with mottled white hair neatly combed aside, he nodded solemnly upon hearing the words , speaking in standard British English: "Of course, Miss Angie's performances are always so perfect."

His praise seemed to be more valuable than Simon's. An Qi blushed, and she was too embarrassed to turn her head back. She just shook her head: "I still have a lot of room for improvement."

"You have to leave a meal for the other actors, miss." Simon joked with a smile, "Oh yes! The prince of the Kingdom of Bohemia would like to ask you if you have time to meet him? "

When mentioning the nobleman's name, An Qi restrained her jokes and said seriously: "The prince can see me anytime. I will wait for him in the living room of my home."

As she spoke, Angie broke off a brightly colored rose from the bouquet and presented it to Simon: "This is a thank you gift for you, Simon."

His eyes lit up, and his face immediately flushed red: "Really, really, Miss An Qi!"

"Take it quickly."

She sent the rose to his palm.

Until he left, Simon's face was still red like cooked shrimp.

The door of the lounge was closed again, and then "Godfrey Norton" said thoughtfully: "You like him."

Angie replied with her back turned to him: "Of course, Earl Alex is a person who really understands art."

The man laughed suddenly: "I'm talking about this young man."

Angie: "Huh?"

She was slightly surprised and turned her head.

The "Godfrey Norton" among young people, the British professor James Moriarty who was supposed to stay in Paris to continue teaching, is sitting in the actor's lounge of the Warsaw National Opera House at this moment.He still had the obvious British outfit, his voice was gentle and slow, even when he teased Angie, he seemed so humble.

"Smart little Simon." Moriarty said with a smile, "All the tips I received tonight can't compare to the roses given by the angel. You like him very much, Angie."

Angie, who was punctured, was not angry either.

She also raised the corners of her mouth, with a full smile, and walked up to the professor with her skirt in her hand: "Yes, I like him very much. The 15-year-old Simon reminded me of an old friend of mine."

"first love?"

"No, my savior."

It was the professor's turn to be surprised.

He tilted his head, as if he didn't expect An Qi to take the initiative to mention his past personal experiences.

"I think that should be a vibrant messenger of justice."

But what flashed across An Qijuan's fair and fair face was not nostalgia, but a large blank.

Rarely did she show such bewildered emotion.The reason James Moriarty agreed to work with Angie—or, Irene Adler, for that matter—was less about the fun of it than it was about the invariably winning nature of a young girl.Everyone thought she was a weak and flawless victim, but Moriarty saw a strong and unwavering soul beneath the surface.

People with strong goals will not allow themselves to be at a loss.

"Actually," An Qi said slowly, facing the professor's scrutinizing gaze, "I don't remember what kind of person he is."

But that's not important either.

Whether he is a messenger of justice or a demon in human skin, it was all a few lifetimes ago, right?An Qi has died at least twice. This is the one she has memory, but the one she has no memory has been submerged into the vast space and time, and no longer belongs to An Qi's life.

"Cheerful, bold and rebellious. He was as warm as the sun and saved me from dancing to death...He is the sun in the night. This is the only memory I have left."

The only thing that belongs to her life is the list and the people on the list.

An Qi quickly walked out of memory, and smiled indifferently at the thoughtful man: "But since the things you have forgotten, it shouldn't be too important. The important thing is the agreement between you and me, Professor. I think my progress is very smooth .”

She skipped the topic lightly, which doesn't mean the professor will let it go.But he didn't ask, that would be too ungentlemanly.Moriarty just buried the words mentioned by Angie deep in his memory, and then followed her train of thought nonchalantly: "Of course, I'm afraid that Prince Bohemia has already regarded you as the true love of his life. "

A handsome and promising foreign prince and a pure and flawless opera singer sound like a very romantic combination.For young people their feelings don't need strong motives, beauty and passion will suffice.

After all, the heir to the Kingdom of Bohemia is not a scheming politician, nor an ogre with closed doors, nor... a "professor of mathematics" who stands behind the whole of Europe and sits in front of Angel, with a gentle but unfathomable demeanor. .

So she easily won the favor of the prince, and the next step is the next move.

"But the prince always gets married."

Angie lowered her eyes and opened her mouth.

Today, she was wearing a long blue dress, and the weather was slightly colder. She also wore a light-colored shawl outside, and her snow-colored skin almost glowed under the light.Her green pupils flickered, and her soft voice was suddenly tinged with sadness.

"With a woman who matched his status and kingdom, not a statusless, orphaned theater actress, no? The girl who is destined to become a sad person must have something to do as a means of self-preservation."

"What handle?"

"For example, intimate photos."

Moriarty laughed.

He seemed satisfied, but not the kind of approval, but like his students handed over a test paper as expected.The professor moved his fingers, and his fingertips lightly hit the armrest of the sofa, making a "dong dong" sound.

"No matter how meticulous the plan is, no matter how perfect the logic is," he said, "it can't beat the emotional impulsiveness and the helpless actions of beautiful women."

That is natural.

An Qi's skin and her pitiful background were not chosen in vain.Of course, Professor Moriarty can see the first half, but not the latter part.

For example, the part of why she is "Irene Adler".

An Qi also rolled her eyes with a smile, and she showed a happy expression: "Then it seems that you, Professor, agree with my plan."

"What is more sympathetic than a woman who raises a sharp knife?" The professor tilted his head, "My poor Medea, as the lawyer Godfrey Norton who admires you, I naturally want you to act Order something."

"Then it's a deal." An Qi said, standing up from the sofa, "If there is nothing else, I have to go back first, professor, and make some preparations for the prince's visit soon."

"I'll take you back."

The gentleman from England was still so considerate, he followed behind Angie, and when the two of them approached the door of the lounge, James Moriarty reached out his hand first.

His broad, strong hand landed on the doorknob, but didn't open it.

Professor Moriarty's hand stopped at the edge of the handle, blocking Angie's progress.Standing in front of the door, she was enveloped by the man's posture, almost as if she was nestled in his arms.

The cool masculine breath, the faint smell of tobacco, and the smell of ink invaded Angel's lungs like a ghost.His behavior was just like his voice, polite and gentle, carefully considered, but with a lingering coldness and alienation.

"Angie."

The professor's voice rang in her ears.

"I'm a little curious, what can you get from this action?"

At that moment, An Qi's heart beat violently like an electric shock.

Plop, plop, plop, soaring as fast as she could feel it.She curled her fingers, and what she touched was a large area of ​​coldness.An Qi took a deep breath, and then let it out, and then slowly calmed down the sudden excitement.

at last.

Finally, she waited for this sentence.

Angie thought that James Moriarty had seen through all her motives and thoughts, and would not be surprised by any of her actions.

She didn't understand the professor, he was not a blank Grenouille, and Angie didn't have decades to stay by his side to penetrate every aspect of him.The identity in this world cannot touch Moriarty's true face, so how can she get him hooked?

The professor is a smart man, and smart people have a terrible talent, as well as a fatal weakness.

That is curiosity.

So An Qi just raised a shallow smile.

She looked up and met Moriarty's eyes behind the glasses.She answered in her lightest, sweetest voice.

"What can I get..." An Qi said, "After everything is over, won't you be able to get the answer?"

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