[Phantom of the Opera] Devil's Beauty

The night passed, and the reporters who squatted in front of the theater couldn't squat until Bai Lanzhi appeared, and they couldn't help but feel a little depressed. In addition, their throats became dry and their knees were numb after squatting all night, and they couldn't help but want to quit.Unexpectedly, at this moment, the door of the small theater opened.

The reporter immediately cheered up, grabbed the pen holder, and prepared to record Blanche's ugly appearance; the painter who was dozing off was woken up by his companion, took the charcoal in a daze, and took out David's painting for Princess Marie Antoinette. The momentum of the portrait, ready to outline the disgusting face of Blanche rumored.

Most of them have never seen Bai Lanzhi with their own eyes.The various images of Bai Lanzhi in my imagination are almost all made up from hearsay.

The satirical caricatures in the newspapers depicted her as ugly and terrifying, with not only a pair of bat wings growing on her back, but also two large sandbags on her chest, which dragged heavily on the ground; Her husband stayed away from Blanche, portraying her as a legendary woman who was kitsch, fat, and covered with sores, but could still seduce men.

In the face of overwhelming rumors and rumors, except for a few people who have already seen Blanche, most people have selectively forgotten the image in Odile's mouth that is nothing but beautiful.

So when they saw Bai Lanzhi's true face, they were so shocked that they lost the ability to speak.

She was wearing a wide-brimmed hat with flowers, and the ribbon tied a little bow at the chin, so playful and so beautiful; she was wearing a long black dress like a nun, with only the collar and cuffs trimmed with white, and no panniers, but she looked like a girl. The figure is more ups and downs.

Her facial features are exquisite and beautiful, her head raised and her brows lowered, indeed there is a bewitching magic power, but her eyes are tough, sober, and her temperament is clear and captivating, the whole person can be called dazzling and radiant, unlike the "filth" described by Audrey It doesn't match at all, is she really that rotten Blanche?Or a noble girl who strayed into a small theater?

Some people were in doubt, some whispered, and some thought that this was the real supporter behind the small theater, or that Bai Lanzhi had invited the nobles to rescue them, so a trace of fear and retreat rose from the bottom of their hearts.

But in the next second, their retreating steps stopped.

The girl raised her hand to signal them to come around.

Her gestures seemed to have a strange power, which made the noisy scene quiet down little by little, and everyone involuntarily moved closer to her——

She looked around with a smile, her expression was always as peaceful and quiet as a goddess: "Good morning, everyone, I am Bai Lanzhi."

After the words fell, the scene became chaotic again, but Bai Lanzhi was neither humble nor overbearing from the beginning to the end, calm and composed:

"I hereby sincerely invite you to join me in the salon held by Audrey. There, I will clarify and refute the slanders she made with Mr. Eric."

She smiled lightly and made a curtsy: "I'll see you then, please be sure to come, thank you for your cooperation, goodbye."

After finishing speaking, she turned and walked into the small theater, and the door slowly closed again.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, some felt ashamed of the past slander because they saw Blanche's true face; He got down, bowed his head and wrote quickly; some people yelled angrily, telling Bai Lanzhi to get out and get beaten, as to why he didn't yell just now, that's unknown.

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Bai Lanzhi hurried back to her room.

She deliberately straightened her back all the way, walked without looking sideways, gracefully, and tried her best not to show fatigue. It was not until the door was closed that she "collapsed" and sat on the ground with weak legs.

Only she knew how scared she had been these two days.But after a long time of fear, it becomes a little numb.Once a person is numb, emotions such as fear and panic seem to disappear.

She started talking to other people as usual, and smiled at Eric as usual, but she hadn't closed her eyes all day and night.Every night, looking at her beauty that is different from ordinary people, she will fall into endless confusion.

She knows that she is beautiful, and she also knows that this beauty has caused a lot of trouble, but she has never been troubled by being too beautiful - no woman would despise a beautiful face, but that night, she was suddenly overwhelmed by these "beauties" Broken, thinking that she is too beautiful.

If she was plain or ugly, would people notice something else about her?Such as her singing, her dancing.If she is an ugly beggar, will she be spared the fate of becoming a favored woman, and will live a dignified life from now on, and will no longer be the "filth" in Odile's mouth?

With her current perspective, it is still difficult to think clearly about these issues, so she thought of Eric.The most talented and radiant being in her world.

She wanted him to confuse her, because she was so confused that she had nowhere to go.

But she was still very scared, afraid that he would show strange eyes.Now she is hesitant and helpless. His indifferent and fearless demeanor has become the object of her imitation and learning. She is like a spiritual pillar. If this spiritual pillar also feels that her past is dirty and stinking, she really doesn't know what to do. How to face yourself.

It's ridiculous to say that when she faces herself, she needs the approval of someone who has nothing to do with her.But the fact is that the image of any person in the world is born out of the eyes of others.

After thinking for a long time, she summoned up the courage to heal a wound, put on her shawl, and went to the performance hall to find him.

She didn't dare to dress herself up like before, not because she was so confident that she didn't need to dress up, but because she was afraid that Eric's eyes would stay on her.She became a paradoxical body, afraid that he would be attracted by her beauty, but also afraid that he would not be attracted by her beauty.With such anxiety in mind, she pushed open the door of the performance hall, dragged her long shawl, and walked to the edge of the orchestra pit.

To her relief, he never left the small theater these days.If he really hated her and disdained to be with her, he should have left long ago.

"Eric." She clenched her fingers nervously and whispered.

He didn't look back, and responded lightly: "Huh?"

The light was warm, and he was flipping through a sheet of music. His cold, bony fingers were coated with a layer of warm light, and his sharp jaw softened a little, as if in a trance, he looked gentle because of her arrival.

Her tightly clenched fingers loosened before she knew it.

At this moment, the sharp and hurtful rumors, the loud and noisy yelling, and the restless chaos of the night were all rapidly moving away from her. Gradually, there was only a cold, clear, slender figure left in her eyes.

Her eyes were a little hot, but her tone was no longer depressed: "I want to ask you a question."

"You said."

He could hear her uneasiness, but he didn't comfort her, nor did he despise her. He treated her as calmly as before.

So good, so good.Why is he so reassuring? He really deserves to be the person she likes.

She sniffed and tried to ask in a calm and natural voice: "Can appearance really affect a person's life?"

I don't know if it was her illusion, Eric seemed to frowned slightly, and his voice was slightly cold: "Why do you say that?"

"If my appearance is ordinary, can I avoid the fate of becoming a pet girl? I am not a fool, I know that I look different from others, and I also know that most of the malice I have suffered since I was a child is because This face. If I am ugly, will I not be attacked inexplicably? Will my life become smooth and there will be no more troubles in my life? Odell condemned my article, I I read it many times over and over again, and I can refute every word, but it seems... as long as I bear this face, I can't respond to her uprightly."

She lowered her head in embarrassment: "Because I really got a lot of convenience by relying on this face. I studied in the Duke's mansion, was taken in by Mr. OG, and was sought after by people around me. It seems that it is because of this face. Do you just need to bear this With a face, I am doomed to be humble, I have no chance to prove myself, I am a rotten filth..."

Eric watched her for a long, long time.

Although he was very confused why she chose to analyze her heart with him, it did not prevent him from seeing her sincerity.She is like a believer who repents in front of the gods, so sincere, so honest, so trusting... him.

Because of her eyes, he suddenly had an impulse.

He never believed that gods existed in the world. If there were truly merciful gods in the world, how could his first half of his life be so rough and miserable, as if he was born with the evil thoughts of the world, and he had never done evil, but he was always feared, hated, and abused. expulsion.

But he didn't mind using his hands, which have been stuck in dirty mud, broken the necks of death row prisoners, and built cruel torture chambers, to give her a short, god-like blessing.

He walked out of the orchestra pit and came to her side: "Give me your hand."

She handed over her hand in a daze.

His palm was still so cold, without the body temperature of a normal person, but he held her firmly and firmly, which reassured her and at the same time blushed a little.

She didn't know where he was going to take her, and she was nervous and looking forward to it.

When I walked to the street, there was a slight greenness leaking from the leaves.She looked at her pocket watch, feeling a little ashamed. It turned out that it was almost dawn.It's okay for her to be confused and not know the time, but she ran to disturb others, but luckily he didn't say anything.

Although the sky is not yet bright, the sound of working has already sounded in the street.A middle-aged woman in an apron and a white scarf, holding a case of wine, nimbly ran towards an apartment building; Li walked out, kissing the thick envelope in her hand, and laughing uncontrollably. Someone next to her pointed at her, but she flew over with a wink indifferently.

These people may have ridiculed Blanche, but ridiculing Blanche is not their main business, they also have their own lives to live.

Rumors are sometimes scary, and sometimes vulnerable.

Bai Lanzhi's fear dissipated a little, and she thought about it.

They walked through the precisely arranged buildings, passed the Place de la Concorde, the Arc de Triomphe, and walked to the suburbs, and the sky was already bright.The forest is flat and open, and the leaves move with the wind and rustle.Between the sun, the menstrual period, and the sky, all things remain motionless and flourish forever.She looked at the white clouds and the green grass, and the back of her head became clear for a while, and her troubles seemed to disappear with the wind.

After setting foot on Swan Island, he finally stopped and looked sideways at her.

She smiled, looking back with sparkling eyes.

He paused for a few seconds before opening his mouth in a low voice: "Blanche, Odell's words are not impeccable, and you are well aware of this. I can help you, but I want you to rediscover yourself."

He looked at her intently, raised a finger, and traced her outline from a distance: "You know, if you are ugly, you may be that woman who does the work of moving wine; , your status may be even more humble, and you earn meager profits by selling your body. You have seen the world they cannot see, learned things they have never understood, and gained convenience that they have never experienced. You should feel lucky."

"Blanzhi," he put down his hand, and called her name softly, "You may not be able to imagine how rough the fate of people who are born ugly is, and how much they envy you. So, be lucky."

The author has something to say: Enter v next Tuesday, there may be an update on Monday or not>.<But there will definitely be at [-]:[-] on Monday! !

Not much to say, I know you all love me, and you will definitely support me hehehe... What worries me more is what to do in the middle of the night.