[Phantom of the Opera] Devil's Beauty

The hall is resplendent and warm golden, with wall lamps in the shape of branches and leaves on both sides.Eric stood beside the wall lamp, wearing a slim black coat and white shirt, but the buttons were not tightly buttoned as before, but two were unbuttoned, and the collar was slightly open, revealing the Adam's apple and collarbone.

When he pointed her with one finger, it was clearly a gesture of supremacy, but in her eyes there was only a slight depression on the knuckles on the back of his hand, glazed with warm light, and there was a sense of sexiness that made people blush and heartbeat .

That is, there was something wrong with his mood.

He doesn't seem very happy.

Who messed with him?

Bai Lanzhi was confused, and subconsciously wanted to walk over to care for him, but suddenly remembered that there was another person behind him.She thought for a while, stood still, and looked at Anna who was extremely embarrassed: "You go. I will take over the secular female monastery, but at the same time, that monastery no longer belongs to you, and you can no longer use it in its name. Hype and profiteering, and, without my permission, you are forbidden to set foot there in the future."

Tears of shame filled Anna's eyes, she raised her head with red eyes, muttering to thank her, but she saw that Blanche had already walked to Eric's side without even looking at her.She was full of bitterness, but she didn't dare to stop Bai Lanzhi in front of Eric, and could only watch helplessly as her and Eric's figures got farther and farther away.

Anna's request was an accident, but even if she hadn't taken over the secular women's convent, she wouldn't stay in the small theater for long, so it's God's will.Maybe after tonight, she will never see him again.With such thoughts in mind, she boldly followed his footsteps and got closer to him, but she smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

He drank?

Bai Lanzhi tugged at his sleeve, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Eric glanced at her and looked away a little irritatedly.

He likes to taste wine, but he never drinks too much. He drinks very restrained every time, but today he has a few extra drinks.The wine was mellow, like a scorching soft knife, along his lips, throat, esophagus, and pierced straight into his stomach.He will not get drunk, but will be brought back to the past by strong alcohol.

Along the way, it is obvious that not long has passed, but the people and things in the past are like statues buried in the desert, covered with weathered scars.

He thought of Persia, Sudan, India, Gypsies, Florence, but could not recall the name of his own country alone.

He thought of the frightened eyes, the terrified screams, and the ubiquitous gossip in the Persian palace.The palace in Mazandaran was remodeled by him alone. The king thought that only he could hear those whispers, but he didn't know that those voices had to pass through his ears first.He heard the noble and arrogant ministers on the surface calling him a "devil" in fear and excitement in private, saying that he did not have the facial features of a normal person, and that he was a demon summoned by the king from the ground.

... After a long time, even he himself almost believed those lies, thinking that he was really a monster who lived underground for a long time.

Since they saw him as "the devil," he readily accepted the title and power of "the devil."He began to regard the imperial palace as his eyes and ears, and the organs as his avatar, secretly monitoring everyone and controlling their life and death.He knew everyone's darkest, most rancid secrets and made a fortune out of it.Soon, his wealth accumulated to the point that he could not spend it all in a few lifetimes.He was tired of this monopolistic and aloof life.The king thought he had exiled Eric, but he didn't know that he wanted to leave.

He walked aimlessly, looked all the way, and learned their language and musical instruments wherever he went.But it didn't take long for him to realize that such a life was not for him.

He is dark, paranoid, sensitive, suspicious, and his emotions are at the confluence of magma and ice. Sometimes he can deal with people and things calmly, but sometimes he is so violent that he wants to destroy everything.He couldn't bear the curiosity of strangers looking at his mask, which they all knew was taboo in the kingdom of Persia.After coming to other places, he often feels that he has become a circus monkey, and curious eyes will rest on him every now and then.

Those people are right, he is a devil, and his heart is a crowded and closed prison, where all kinds of terrible desires are imprisoned.He is a beast in clothes. Even if he is infected with the smoke and fire of the world, he still cannot change his indifferent and twisted nature.

Music is the only peaceful existence in his manic and violent heart.He originally wanted to leave here after designing the underground project of the Paris Opera House, but he changed his mind after listening to the songs composed by Audrey.

In the beginning, he didn't want to delay for too long, he rescued a few girls who committed suicide, taught them vocal music and composition, and prepared to let them suppress Odell's ridiculous reputation.

Who knew those girls were so...

The theory that he can understand in a day or two, it will take them a few months to get started.His trip was thus delayed.

Rescuing Bai Lanzhi was an accident.He had chosen a girl at the Paris Opera that day.The girl was studying ballet at the dance school. She was very talented, but because of her father's death, it was difficult to get out of the pain, and her voice became dry and unpleasant.He stood in the dark and gave some casual pointers, but she quickly understood his meaning and sang softly and briskly.

He looked at her coldly, but he was actually a little dissatisfied, thinking that although she was talented, she was a little naive and timid, not a suitable mask.

His ideal mask should be more beautiful, bolder, and more scheming. Only in this way can Odile be defeated and return the fame she stole.

Then, he met Blanche.

She was so smart and helped him achieve his goal easily.It stands to reason that his irritable mood should have calmed down, but he became more irritable for no reason.

Especially tonight, when he watched Bai Lanzhi, he felt that everything about her was annoying.Her lips moved slightly, and the lips were tender and red, which was so annoying; her voice was smiling, clear and clean, which was so disturbing; and her inexplicable kindness and sympathy... made him even more restless .

She is so kind, as kind as those gods who are worshiped and deceive the world.

I just don't know, if he took off his mask in front of her and showed her his ugly and terrifying face, would she still maintain that hypocritical kindness?

Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes, rubbed the center of his brows, and curled up his lips mockingly.

He is really drunk.

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Walking to the lobby of the small theater, Eric still ignored her.Blanche called out again: "Eric?"

This time, he finally came back to his senses, glanced at her, and a very low voice came out of his throat: "Huh?"

The sound penetrated into her cochlea, burning her cheeks tingling and numb.Her mind stopped for a while, and it took a long time to recover her normal thinking ability.Seeing that his expression had returned to normal, she was embarrassed to care about him any more, racked her brains for a long time, and asked, "Mr. Daroja said, you know a lot of things, which ones do you know?"

I thought this was a good start, and according to his personality, he should be able to talk freely.After all, that's what her godmother taught her before, but the original words were, "When you don't know what to say, just ask a man what to say."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, he was not interested in making a long speech, so he answered very briefly: "There are too many, I can't finish it."

Blanche: "..."

Well, he's not like other men.Of course, other men can't imitate his answer...

As if thinking of something, she narrowed her eyes slyly, and said with a smile: "There is one thing, I guess you will never."

"You said."

"Dancing. You sure can't dance."

"If you're referring to ballet, I really don't know how to do it, but if it's one-finger dancing, I can." His tone was light, lingering with the mellow smell of wine.

This person is too scary, just listening to his voice, my mind becomes blank, but I don't want to stay away from him, but I want to get closer, and get closer.After a long time, Bai Lanzhi heard her own voice: "...what dance?"

He thought for a moment, then held out a hand to her.There was no bending over, no hands behind his back, not like an invitation to dance, but more like a gesture allowing her to approach his mysterious and vast world.

She blushed and held it up.He clasped her five fingers and tugged hard.She fell into his arms.What puzzled her was that every movement of his was extremely ambiguous, with his arms around her waist, but his body always kept a certain distance from her.

"It's the tango, the dance of the lower class, that originated in Cuba." His voice rang out above her head.

I don't know if the dance itself has a strong aggressive color. At this moment, he has become a complete leader and controller. Even if she has no idea about this dance, she can complete some simple dance moves under his leadership.He changed his footsteps and backed up against her dancing steps. Just when she was about to fall into his arms, he changed positions with her and continued to maintain the close but distant posture just now.

It turns out that there is still such a dance. It is obvious that the two sides have palms to palms, fingers intertwined, shoulders to shoulders, but their bodies always keep a certain distance. It is not like a dance, but rather like a never-ending chase.

Her heart beat violently a few times, and the roots of her ears were almost flushed, but he let go of her hand, and retreated to a position not too far away: "I can dance. You are wrong."

He should have drunk a lot, otherwise he wouldn't have said such childish things.But even if he is naive, he is so naive as to be sexy.

Bai Lanzhi pinched the tip of her nose with her fingers, and smiled slightly: "Well, I made a mistake."

He narrowed his eyes, showing displeasure.I don't know why he is upset.

Perhaps it was the unusually ambiguous dance just now that gave her many meaningless fantasies. A bold and crazy idea suddenly popped up in her mind, so crazy that she was startled.

Bai Lanzhi clenched her fingers tightly, took a deep breath, her heart was beating loudly, and even her eardrums were shaken to produce a buzzing echo: "I have a dance here, let alone dance, you can't even tell its name Woolen cloth."

He seemed to be a little interested, leaning on the railing with his right elbow, making a watch gesture: "Jump for me."

The light was dim, not only did his facial features not blur, but they appeared deeper.He stood there with such a tall and straight posture, with a stern jawline, a prominent Adam's apple, long fingers hanging down, and the knuckles on the back of his hands were sunken into sexy and seductive dimples.She mustered up the courage to look at him, trying to write down all the details about him, but the more she looked at him, the more she blushed, and her heart beat faster and faster.

She was so nervous that her fingers were trembling, but the moment she really stretched out her hand, the fingertips stopped trembling strangely.

She clasped his fingers.I don't know if it's because of drinking too much wine, but his body temperature is no longer cold, but it seems to be as hot as fire.The moment she held his hand, she was so hot that she felt dizzy and had a fever.

He frowned slightly, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to ask her what she was doing.Before he could make a sound, she stood on tiptoe, put a finger on his lips, then raised her head slightly, and kissed his chin lightly.

After the kiss was over, she wanted to say, "This dance is called 'Eric, I like you'", but the whole person was suddenly overwhelmed by the turbulent emotions, her nose was sore, and she was unable to speak.So she had to kiss him again and touch his lips.

His lips were warm and smelled of alcohol.It was the sweetest taste she had ever tasted in her life.

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