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

For the next hour, all I had was gasping for air and strength to walk.Walking back to the room with my legs shaking, I took off my cloak and lay dizzy on the bed, not even wanting to move my fingers.My brain is throbbing like a pinprick due to lack of oxygen for too long, and the roots of my ears are so hot that they are close to numb.

I buried my face in the quilt and rubbed hard.Who would have thought that things in dreams could come true...Who would have thought that he would kiss me...Just a brief recollection of that kiss made my heart throb so hard that it hurt.

Outside the window, it's snowy.On the stained glass window, there are large frost flowers in the eyes and wings of the smiling angel.Everyone gets tired.When I kept repeating the process of disappointment last month, I once thought that there would never be any expectations in my heart in this life, but I didn't expect that a kiss from him would ignite a glimmer of hope in my heart.

He probably... likes me a little bit.In fact, my heart is not satisfied with a little liking, not even satisfied with liking, but I don't dare to ask for too much, for fear that if I fail, I will fall too ugly.Just a little bit, a little bit of his liking is enough for me to stick to it.

That night, I forgot how I fell asleep. I just remembered that it was snowing outside and it was very cold. I don’t know why the quilt couldn’t cover my feet.I didn't want to open my eyes, and rolled on the bed in a daze, trying to roll the quilt over my feet.

Later, the ankle was suddenly held by a hand, and it was unceremoniously stuffed back into the quilt.

After stuffing it, that hand covered the instep of my instep, touching the sole of my foot in a detached way.His fingertips were so hot that I woke up suddenly.However, the room was pitch black and there was no shadow.I fell asleep again.At the same time, that hand reappeared, this time his fingertips were even hotter, as if it was going to burn my heart.

After waking up, I thought it was an overly ambiguous dream, so I didn't pay much attention until I turned over and saw a huge golden gift box beside the bed.

If it weren't for the "OG" signature on the card on the gift box, I'm afraid I would faint on the spot.Beating his chest and calming down for a moment, he opened it and found a jewelry box and a plain white dress inside.Take off the box cover, a pair of pearl earrings and a string of topaz necklaces are inlaid on the sapphire blue velvet surface. The gemstones are clear and shiny, and they are the beautiful eyes of elves full of aura.

Compared with the luxurious jewelry, the long dress looked too elegant, without any frills, only the collar, cuffs, and skirt were embroidered with hollow lace patterns.

Holding the skirt, blushing for a while, I noticed the pair of goatskin rose white shoes and returned to the foot of my bed.I took it around and asked around, because the cost was too expensive, and no one dared to claim it rashly, so I had to lock it in the cabinet.Looking at the white dress in my hand, I finally realized that their styles are exactly the same... Could it be that it was also given by Phantom?

The white shoes appeared after I was sent back to the theater... In other words, the person who sent me back that day was actually the Phantom?

How did he send me back?

More than 4000 people in the theater, including students, dancers, composers, mechanics, prop masters, puppeteers... No one saw him?

That day, when I walked out of the room, many people looked back at me.I thought they were looking at the blood scabs on my lips, I bowed my head and hurried away.Thinking about it now, although they kept looking at me, none of them showed curiosity or playfulness, and no one whispered.Why?

One question after another was the outline of the candlestick looming in the white mist. I closed my eyes, as if I had grasped something, but found nothing.

Tightening the corset, putting on the bustle, I changed into the long white dress.In the mirror, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure was gradually reflected.Because I am a ballerina, my figure must be thin and well-proportioned. Compared with ordinary people, I should be as thin as half of my bones have been cut off.

In my impression, at my age in my previous life, although I looked good, I lacked the temperament to be independent.Looking at it now, it suddenly dawned on me that before I knew it, I was far away from the me in my previous life.

Tie up your hair, put pearl earrings on your earlobes, and put on a topaz necklace.For the first time, I used my own eyes to outline my own beauty.

Taking a black mesh and feather wide hat, I walked into the theater with the crowd.Several servants held feather dusters and were sweeping away the non-existent dust.The moment they saw me, their feather dusters fell to the ground collectively: "Miss Jiri..."

It's impossible to not have a little joy in my heart, but what I care more about is whether the phantom sees me.Thinking that he might notice the change in me, my heart pounded twice immediately, and the eyes of others suddenly became insignificant.

The usher took me up to the second floor, Box No. [-].Pushing open the brown-red door, there were already two people seated inside.One of them has blond hair, the other has brown hair, and they are all wearing formal clothes.

The blond buttoned his top hat to his chest, glanced at me casually, and turned his head away.The brown hair kissed the back of my hand politely, and said with a smile: "Please don't worry, my friend will become very boring when he encounters music-related things. Who told him to eat this bowl of rice?" ? We are here to hear the ghost sing, how about you, Miss?"

Before the words finished, the blonde said coldly: "Sorry, I didn't come to listen to his singing, I came to see his jokes."

The brown hair said: "You are too serious, my friend. How many people who come here intend to watch the show seriously? I just saw Earl Shani bring two dancers into the box. It must have been three long hours. , he will have a great time."

The blond snorted coldly: "He and this ghost are insulting the music."

The brown-haired cane tapped the floor, with a helpless expression: "My friend is good at everything, but he is too fanatical about music. I heard that his style has an exclusive term in the music industry, called 'Hurst style'."

I didn't want to talk to him at first, but he deliberately left a suspense, and it would be very rude not to ask questions.I forced a smirk: "You know a lot, what is the 'Hurst style'?"

The brown-haired show off triumphantly: "Miss, anyone who knows how to appreciate opera basically knows about Hearst. "Hurst style" refers to a group of people who admire him, imitating his dressing, speaking, and acting. , and even the style of composition. My friend was originally a passionate person, but after he fell in love with Hearst, he suddenly became icy cold."

The blond glanced at him coldly, and the reaction was really like Hearst: "Shut up."

I was a little dumbfounded, shook my head, and sat on the outside.At this time, there was a noise from below, and when I looked around, it was the orchestra entering the venue.The newspaper said the theater would not provide bands and props for the ghosts.Therefore, these musicians were hired by Phantom himself.

I glanced over and counted. There were about eighteen violinists, which seemed to be quite a lot more than ordinary bands.

As soon as he thought of this, the blonde beside him said in surprise: "He actually expanded the band like Wagner!" When he said this, his eyes widened, revealing his original character.Wagner, I know, is a controversial opera composer in Germany.The brown-haired man was also very surprised when he heard the sound: "He is really rich."

The musicians sat down one after another in the orchestra pit, looked at the score, and began to audition.The red curtain was lowered, and the sound of chaotic footsteps could be heard from time to time, probably setting up props in a hurry.

Usually by this time, the auditorium has already quieted down. After all, in the eyes of some nobles, watching an opera is a status symbol, and they will never allow things that lose their status to happen.

But now, the lights were turned off one by one, the red curtain slowly opened, the actors had already stepped onto the stage, and there were still people whispering in the auditorium.

The blond beside me folded her arms and sneered, "Just wait and see the joke."

The brown hair said with a smile: "We were here to see the jokes. The fly in the ointment is that I forgot to bring a chess set, otherwise when watching the jokes, I can play chess and improve my intelligence."