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

The moment his lips touched, his eyes widened suddenly as if frightened.

The heart seemed to be squeezed heavily by something, and the blood rushed to the cheeks, ears, and neck.The moment I hugged his soft lips, my soul seemed to be stranded between his lips and teeth.

I really love him.

But he really doesn't like me either.

After the kiss was over, I squatted on the ground with my head down, crying sadly.Phantom looked at me thoughtfully, stretched out two fingers, and gently rubbed her lips.

He must be thinking how to kill me.

Maybe I'm right.The next second, he stretched his right foot and lifted my chin with the toe of his Oxford shoe: "Why are you crying? I didn't force you."

It's an illusion, his eyes are a little helpless.I rubbed my eyes.Sure enough, it was an illusion. When he looked over again, his expression was like that of a frozen lake in winter, his eyes were calm and without any fluctuations.

So I sniffed, lowered my head and said, "I'm afraid you hate me."

Phantom didn't speak.

I also hope that he will not talk so that I can finish this one-man show smoothly: "Mrs. Geary is my mother, but she has never treated me like a mother. In her eyes, I can't sing well, I can't dance well. Well, pretty much nothing. She calls me by my full name all the time, but Christine is 'Mydear'."

Obviously not a little girl anymore, why am I so wronged.

"So what if you look like a devil? So what if you really are a devil? At least you have a world-wide talent that everyone will remember, but I have nothing, and I will always be an inconspicuous little ballerina on stage. "

Saying this is really like selling miserably on purpose, but I can't control myself: "You must not know how much I envy Christine, as long as you have taught Christine in the dark, I have been envious for as long as you have. But you must not see Come on me, my vocal range is too narrow, I can only sing high notes, and I don't have much singing talent."

Shame on me, all the shit I said.What's even more embarrassing is that after listening to such a long passage, Phantom didn't respond.

Confidence was completely shattered, I wiped the corner of my eye with the corner of my skirt, and blinked quickly.Not daring to look at Phantom's expression, and not daring to listen to what he had to say, I covered my ears and ran away without looking back.

In the next week, I pretended to be addicted to dancing, and I never did any stupid things like stalking and peeping.But it seems that Christine was not called to the little black room again.Whatever, those stupid things I said to Phantom last time were enough to take my mind off him for two weeks.

Late one night, after dancing, I was about to take a shower and go back to bed.When I walked around the corner of the theater, a hand suddenly reached out and clasped my wrist.

My heart skipped a beat, but when I followed that arm, I saw an actor in the ballet group.

Somewhat disappointed.

He dragged me into a corner, looked at me and smiled: "Little Meg, do you know that you have been very charming recently."

I looked him up and down, and to be honest, he was even more charming—his hair was as bright as a morning glow, his nose bridge was straight, his pupils were clear, his lips were soft pink, and because he was a ballet dancer, he had long hands and long arms. Feet, wide shoulders and narrow waist, the whole person is as radiant as if he stepped out of a famous oil painting.

I thought for a while and said, "Thank you, but are you...?"

His smile froze for a moment: "I'm Louis."

"I'm sorry, I've been busy practicing dance recently and forgot your name."

"It's okay." Louis had a good demeanor, and the angle of his smile was just right like a textbook. "If it weren't for your dance, I wouldn't have realized that you are such a beautiful little girl."

little girl?

He reminded me of one thing.

I'm only about 15 now.

So that day... I...

No wonder I always felt that the phantom's eyes were a bit at a loss...

Thinking of this, I blushed.Louis misunderstood something, he smiled lightly and pinched my cheek: "May I buy you tea after the performance tomorrow?"

Drinking tea is of course no problem, but his smile that smells like a beast obviously doesn't just want to drink tea with me.

I was silent for a few seconds, thinking about how to reject him, when all the wall lights in the corridor suddenly went out.

Louis immediately grabbed my hand and took me to him forcefully: "Don't worry, Meg, it's just a power outage. Don't be afraid. My bedroom is not far ahead, and I have prepared a lot of candles. I'll take you there .”

Me: "..." What is this!

I shook my hand vigorously, but didn't shake it off.At this time, Louis's tone was already carrying a hint of warning: "Meg, I am doing it for your own good. You were born in this theater, so you must know the legend of the theater ghost. The ghost loves to catch pretty little girls like you." Now, as long as you leave my side, believe it or not, he will show up and take you away immediately."

I curled my lips, thinking that if this is really the case, it would be fantastic.

Lewis frantically speaks ill of the Phantom in order to add credibility.One moment he was said to be short and dwarf-like, another moment to say that he had a terrifying face like a skeleton... well, it was true that he looked like a skeleton.

Before I knew it, I had been dragged a long way by him.The surrounding temperature inexplicably dropped, and a damp cold fog slowly rose.I shivered, patted Luis on the arm, and asked him, "Didn't you say that your dormitory is not far in front? How come you haven't arrived after walking for so long?"

Louis didn't answer.

I suddenly felt something was wrong, and patted his arm again.This time I finally knew what was wrong—Louis's muscles were underdeveloped, but they were well-proportioned, and they never gave people a feeling of being too thin.

I've seen people who are terribly thin, only...

A name swirled on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't dare to say it.I'm afraid that's just my illusion.

There was a light tinkling like the rattle of water, and the ground under his feet gradually became uneven.I seem to have walked into a cave-like corridor.

The person who was pulling me remained silent.He didn't speak, and I didn't know what to say, so I just followed him.

A few minutes later, the sound of gurgling river water came to my ears.Suddenly I knew where I was.At the same time, he also opened his mouth, his voice was colder and more moving than the sound of the river: "Don't you ask me where I will take you?"

I pretended to be surprised and said, "Phantom?"

He paused, and his tone was shockingly cold: "Otherwise, who do you want, that pompous and frivolous idiot?"

If I could, I really wanted to tease him again, but when I heard his voice, I felt as if possessed and lost my normal thinking ability: "Of course I hope it's you, but it always feels unreal... "

With my feet shaking, he led me onto a small boat: "Why."

I honestly said, "I'm afraid it's all just a dream."

He fell into silence, standing at the bow of the boat and propping the boat up and down.Not far away, there was a faint light shining through, in the rising white mist, it was like a star that was about to dim in the early morning.I hugged my knees and looked at the water wave, feeling annoyed for a while, wondering why I had lost my words.

Soon, the boat docked.Phantom threw the oars aside, took off her cloak and coat and hung them on the hangers, and walked to the desk with her sleeves rolled up.Fortunately, I praised him for his aristocratic demeanor and demeanor before.Even if you don't like me, you should come and hold me.

I jumped ship angrily.

At this time, Phantom turned her head and hooked her fingers at me: "Come here."

I walked over, and he tossed me a scrawled sheet of music and said in a commanding voice, "Sing it to me."