[Phantom of the Opera] Ragdoll

: "Go to the doctor."

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The pure white lace pink skirt was already stained with blood and crumpled up. The four-year-old girl struggled to run on the streets of Paris with a little monkey in her arms. A teenager with a deformed face followed silently, holding a doll in her arms.The boy wanted to take the little monkey over from time to time, but the tired and panting little girl refused to agree.They have traveled all over half of Paris, but they haven't found a doctor who is willing to treat the little monkey.

hospital.

The location of this medical clinic is not good, and the sky is already very dark. At this moment, there is only one doctor sitting in the hall, drowsy.It was an old man with a gray beard, but his eyes were still dark.Suddenly seeing a pink and tender little girl running in with a wounded monkey in her arms, the old doctor was quite surprised.

"Doctor, doctor..." Little Lottie choked with sobs, and hopefully raised the little monkey who was no longer struggling to the old doctor, "Save Little Bell, please! Please! It is our good friend..."

"But it's a monkey!" The old doctor felt very embarrassed, and saw Eric who was silent behind little Lottie, his devilish face startled the old doctor, "Little girl, I I haven't seen a doctor for the monkey..." While saying this, he still took the bloody little monkey from Lottie's hands.

"Please!" Little Lottie spread out her hands, palms up, which is an ancient begging gesture, "help it...I don't have any money...can I exchange a doll for you?" she said , Eric has handed over the doll.

The old doctor looked at the rag doll, the workmanship was exquisite, obviously expensive, it was a custom-made high-end product.Seeing the little girl's dark eyes full of hope, she suddenly thought of her lovely little granddaughter, and nodded softly, "I'll try my best."

Just treat it as a good deed, and the doll can be given to the little granddaughter to play with.The old doctor thought so.

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"Little Lottie..." Eric waited anxiously for the old doctor's results, and he called out to the little girl sitting beside him with some anxiety.

Little Lottie kept her face buried in her hands, trembling.A four-year-old girl suddenly faced the weight of life and death. She was afraid and confused.But she didn't want to pay attention to Eric at this moment.

Eric sat down in silence.A hopeless and depressive atmosphere gradually pervaded, and he was waiting for the final trial.And he seemed to have seen the cruel, ferocious smile of fate.

It seems as long as a century.

After a long time, the door finally opened.The old doctor's hands hanging on both sides were covered with blood, and the guilt on his face was clearly discernible:

"Little girl, I'm sorry..."

"It's too late... Maybe I could have... I'm really sorry, girl..."

"The little monkey is dead... take your doll back..."

Little Lottie stretched out her hand in a daze, she didn't seem to understand anything, she just went to pick up the doll in a daze, but she didn't catch it, the blond haired doll fell to the ground, and the blood-red skirt was raised high. rise.Little Lottie bent down stiffly and picked up the doll, and asked slowly: "Dead?"

What is death?

The little monkey died.

"Little Lottie..." Eric's voice woke up Little Lottie from the nightmare, and the little girl suddenly raised the doll high, smashed it to the ground, and cried out...

Eric hurriedly tried to comfort the little girl, but remembering the death of the little monkey, he slipped and fell to the ground again.If it had been earlier... wouldn't the little monkey have died if he had had the courage to come out immediately after those gypsies disappeared?He's a coward, a complete coward, a coward!It was he who killed the little monkey...

"Miss Butler! Miss!" Mammy's loud voice came from afar, and the moment her fat black body appeared at the door, little Lottie rushed over crying: "Mammy..."

"Honey, who bullied you?" Mammy anxiously comforted her beloved baby, her eyes swept around vigilantly, and finally stared at Eric unkindly, "Is that the kid? Bah! What a good one devil!"

"Mommy, mommy..." Little Lottie hiccupped crying, "Let's go back, I want mom and dad, let's go back, let's go back... the little monkey is dead... let's go back, let's go back..." She suddenly Turning her head away, she said forcefully to Eric, "You—you are so ugly—your heart is so ugly—I don't want to see you devil again!" The little girl buried her face in the black mammy's face. In Mammy's arms, he refused to look at him again, crying for his father.

Eric stood where he was, unable to move an inch.He just watched little Lottie cry and be taken away by the nanny, the doll on the ground was broken, the blond hair and red dress were poignant and hopeless, the smell of monkey blood wafted in the air... The devil's son cried.

He cried.

Extra part

At the end of the day, Eric still picked up the broken doll, and followed the crying little Lottie far away, watching her being carried into the resplendent Paris Opera House.

He silently remembered this place, and then went back to bury the little monkey with his own hands.

His hands were stained with monkey blood.Looking at his hands, Eric burst into tears.He hasn't cried for a long time, and hatred can dry up tears.But he cried now, and found that his tears were as bright as the little girl's.She kissed his deformed face, but was terrified by his deformed heart.

For a long time, he cared too much about his deformed face, but let himself have a deformed heart.Anyway, everyone thinks that a person with such a face is the son of a devil, and there must be an ugly heart under the distorted face.No one will care what his heart is like, why are those ugly hearts covered with beautiful skins?He keeps encountering ugliness and learns how to survive in ugliness. He didn't expect to meet a pair of eyes looking into the soul in this dirty and indifferent world.He was terrified of those eyes.

No matter what method he used, he must find her again and beg her to forgive him.He is willing to kneel down and beg her, willing to be her slave, as long as he can stay by her side and look at those black and crystal eyes.

He didn't expect that it would be 15 years since she disappeared.

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There was no her in the opera house, and he searched all over Paris but couldn't find those black eyes.In a moment of hopelessness, he goes again to the Opera House, where she last disappeared, in an attempt to get a clue.He carefully crawled in from a dark corner, but unexpectedly discovered a huge underground world.

Here is a dark, endless night.The day also surrenders to the night light.There is no one else here, and he doesn't have to face those cold eyes.If there is not a girl who kissed him in the world, he will live here until he dies.

Now that there is the possibility of light, who is willing to be reduced to darkness?The majestic and magnificent architecture of the opera house, the exquisite music and the undercurrent of the underground world inspired Eric's hidden artistic talent, and he began to study eagerly.If God gave a man both ugliness and poverty, he would either be a beggar or an artist.Eric is undoubtedly the latter.As if to compensate for his appearance, his ghostly genius is enough to make any so-called "genius" in the world ashamed to death!

A year later, Eric left the opera house.This year he was 13 years old.He is going to find the little girl.

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For six years he traveled to every country he knew, and the only clue she had was that she spoke English.Britain, the United States... The world is full of suffering, but because of his crippled face, he has tasted all of them.Indifference, discrimination, ridicule, everything made him miss her even more.He was chased into the frozen lake by hunters and dogs in the cold weather, and he was so thirsty in summer that he drank the rainwater from the stinking ditch.He worked so hard that his hands were covered in calluses but he didn't get a single penny. As long as they saw his ghostly face, everyone would believe the words of those fat-minded guys!He learns to use a Bonga lock, learns to create a lifelike mask to cover his face, and finally he can protect himself from bullies.He always carries the doll that was broken by her and carefully repaired by him.

Eric didn't kill anyone again.He didn't know when he would meet little Lottie again, for that faint hope.If she sees the ugliness of his heart again - he can't believe that he can still be forgiven by the angel.She was his angel, the real light he met for the first time in his gloomy and desperate life.Before her, he never knew that there is true kindness in the world.

He didn't know if she remembered him, maybe it would be better if she forgot, but he hoped she would remember him.Remember Eric.

He continued to wander, to search for her.Sometimes he would feel desperate for his persistence, and the crowd was vast, but one day he stopped at the window of the glass cabinet, staring blankly at the rag doll in the pink princess dress inside.Yet Eric walked in and bought it with all his money.Holding the doll, he felt a kind of heartfelt happiness.

He traveled to many places and bought dolls from many places.All the most beautiful.A brown-haired rag doll in a royal blue velvet dress with big silly eyes.The blond-haired doll wore a light green taffeta dress and green eyes like emeralds.The brunette doll looks like a cherub with a pink princess dress...these dolls are a sweet dream that would make any little girl scream.And Eric collected it bit by bit, and he also became happy.

He still couldn't find little Lottie.

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After six years of near-redemptive vagrancy, ten