[The Phantom of the Opera] The Beast and the Canary

He was silent for a long time, neither agreeing nor refusing.If it weren't for the repeated clenching and loosening of his left hand, I would almost think he was in a daze.

Unknowingly, there were voices and footsteps again, but he remained silent, it seemed that he could not be expected to help.Forget it, it’s better to ask for yourself than to ask for others, just show it, it’s not that I haven’t worn a costume that is more revealing than this, and besides, the person in front of me is obviously not interested in me, so it doesn’t matter if I show it.

Gritting my teeth and raising my hand, the low-cut neckline subtly sank... Actually, it didn't reveal much, but after all, it was a private part, and more than half of it was exposed in a place where people came and went at any time, which made me feel very uneasy.

Bite the scalp and touch the place where the hair was entangled with the iron nails, I took a deep breath, and tried to use my nails to pick the dead knot away.However, the surrounding area is too hot, the air is shimmering and vibrating like the light of a lake in midsummer, and the hair is sticking to my cheeks wetly. At first I had the patience to push it away, but later, I just felt extremely irritable and even lost my reason ability to think.

blame him...

As soon as this idea appeared, all negative emotions had an outlet.

If it wasn't for him, how could my hair be hooked by iron nails?

The entire corridor is so long and wide, and there are countless places to stand, but he chose to stand beside me, so close, that I could only stick tightly to the beams and pillars, and my hair and skirt were ironed because of this. After the hook was hooked, he asked him for help, but he still pretended to be stupid... Ah!It's okay if I don't want to, I'm really angry when I think about it.

Looking up, I cast a hateful look at him.Coincidentally, he was looking at me too.So with angry tears in my eyes, I gave him a hard look, hoping that he could understand my mood at this moment.

And he quickly turned his face away, raised his hand to loosen the tie again, at the same time his Adam's apple slid very violently, and his left hand slowly clenched into a fist.At this time, it shouldn't be me who clenched his fists in anger.

Never mind, I'm going to just rip my hair out with brute force.The surrounding temperature is unbelievably high, and my head is blunt, as if I have been punched by someone. If I stay any longer, I will die of anger if I don't die of heat.

At this moment, my wrist was suddenly clasped by a hot palm, and something heavily covered my head. It took me a while to realize that it was Hearst's windbreaker.

"Don't move." His voice sounded, I don't know if it was because of the absence of the picture, at this moment, he seemed to be talking against my cheek, "How can I help you?"

The blood surged up, and the earlobe became hot uncontrollably. Even through a layer of woolen cloth, I could feel his voice scratching my ear like a feather.I put one hand on his chest and pushed him away a little: "There should be scissors hanging nearby...just cut off that strand of hair..."

He didn't speak.Scalp itches slightly, he is fingering my hair.

After a long while, he suddenly said, "You can help me, but you must promise me one thing."

"what's up?"

He paused for a moment, and ordered in an undeniable tone: "Don't look at other men with the same eyes just now."

I suspect I heard it wrong: "What?"

"Did you hear that?" The tone of the statement.

"What happened to my eyes just now, why should I listen to you..."

Before he finished speaking, he reached in, pinched my face punitively, and interrupted me coldly: "I think you know that Mrs. Geary and I are old acquaintances. She has been widowed for her husband for so many years." , I don't want her daughter to be mistaken for a watery person."

It was like a thunderbolt, I didn't know whether to shock his actions or his words first.Why am I so skittish...Wait, through the gleam of light that came through his hand, I saw an old gold ring on his little finger, with a star-like diamond inlaid on the surface, slightly Worn, seems to have been worn for a long time.

In an instant, overwhelming familiarity flooded my mind, and for a few seconds I could hardly stand still.

Perhaps in the previous life, this ring could no longer be regarded as a secret, and everyone in the theater knew its origin, but in this life, I am sure, except for me, only... Phantom knows.

Because this ring itself is his.

I grabbed his finger tightly, if I remember correctly... No, I can't remember wrongly, Christine once described this ring to me, how could I remember wrongly.

At that time, because she couldn't find the ring, she was so frightened that she shed tears: "What to do, Meg...he ordered me to wear this ring forever, and if I lose it, he will usher in endless revenge What should I do, Meg? I'm so scared. Please help me find it. It's a gold and diamond ring with my initials and his initials engraved on the outer ring: CD&O.G."(1)

Gently turning the ring, even breathing slowed down with the movement.I can't tell whether I'm looking forward to it at this moment, whether it's fear, or what.If he is really a phantom, is there a reasonable explanation for everything that happened recently?

At the same time, does it also prove that the distance between me and him is not as far as imagined... He can tolerate Christine being taken away by Viscount Shani in front of him? Ting's feelings are actually not as deep as I imagined.

Will I still have the chance to be close to him, to know him...

It's like the trial of the soul after death. I don't know whether I will face heaven or hell.

His eyes were sour and hot, and the tears were two strings of broken beads, hitting his fingers one after another.If possible, I really don't want to cry, but how can I bear it at this time.

Finally, the ring was transferred to the second half by me.

I wiped my tears with his sleeve, closed my eyes, opened them again, and looked over expectantly.However, there was nothing, the surface of the ring was smooth.

is hell.

He is not a phantom.

Probably because he has too many similarities with Phantom, and his ambiguous attitude towards me made me have some unrealistic fantasies, thinking that "it would be nice if Phantom was like this".As it turns out, that can't be the case with the Phantom.

I thought I would get used to disappointment and not be sad anymore. After all, I have been repeating the process of disappointment from the very beginning of my life, but when the truth was in front of me, I still felt deeply tired and helpless.

For a while, I was so depressed that I didn't even notice when he lifted my clothes and picked up my face.Sniffing, I turned my head away, wiped my tears indiscriminately, and whispered: "Quickly cut it off, I'm a little sleepy."

It took him a long time before he spoke, his voice was very low: "...Sorry."

I looked at him in surprise, and found that although there was still no emotion on his face, there was a little panic in his eyes which is rare.He thought I was upset by his words?

In the past, I might still be in the mood to delve into why he said that, and why he apologized after he said it.Now, I just want to go back to my room quickly, cover myself with a quilt, and have a good sleep.

I really don't have the energy to think about it again.

After cutting off that strand of hair, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

I wanted to go into the laundry room and pick up a piece of dirty clothes to wrap around my body, but Hurst hugged me into his arms. He put his windbreaker on my shoulders, took off the cat-eye mask hanging on the side, Gently covered my face: "Let's go, I'll see you off."

I was about to say no, when one of his fingers blocked my lips.Sure enough, the panic was just my illusion, and he was as arbitrary as ever: "Don't refuse."

If you don't refuse, you don't refuse.

Along the way, I received a lot of ambiguous and malicious looks. This time, the importance of the cat's eye mask was reflected, which perfectly blocked everyone's probing eyes.

Through a corner of the corridor, the door appeared in front of my eyes.Seeing that there was no one around, I took off his trench coat, folded it and put it in his arms: "Thank you."

He immediately looked sideways at a lamp on the wall: "You're welcome."

I couldn't help being a little puzzled, and then I lowered my head and found the answer - when I took off my coat, the shoulder straps of the skirt accidentally slipped down my shoulders, exposing half of my chest.

Because I was still in a depressed state, I didn't feel shy, so I pulled back the shoulder strap very calmly. Seeing his stiff expression and red earlobes, I even wanted to say something to comfort him.

However, I have to sigh, this person is really weird, sometimes he is rude to the point of being rude, and sometimes he is so gentlemanly that it is impossible to comment.

Anyway, thanks to his help today.I rubbed my eyes, yawned, and gave him a long thank you speech sleepily.

As he listened, he put on his windbreaker and black gloves, and said in a frighteningly cold tone, "You're welcome."

Taking another look at his peach-pink earlobes, I decided not to share his knowledge.However, the ears are so red, but the complexion is still as cold as ice, so he is the only one who can do it, right?

After thinking about it for a while, I was about to say good night to him, then clear my mind and go into the house to sleep.

At this moment, he grabbed his wrist again. I don't know if it was because the wall lamp was dim, but his eyes turned into two hot golden balls again.

"Although I said I'm sorry, it doesn't mean that I want to take back what I want to express." He said, raising the other hand and turning up the collar of the windbreaker, with a cold tone, "Don't let me find out that you use today's Look at other men in this way, otherwise, you can try the consequences."

me?"