[Phantom of the Opera] Devil's Beauty

"Don't play dumb, you must know her."

She was actually just talking casually. After all, no one would take things in dreams seriously. Who knows, Eric lowered his head and thought for a moment, and actually remembered who Christina was, and said, "It's not considered acquaintance. Yuan. Her voice is not bad." Speaking of this, he met her eyes and asked seriously, "What's wrong?"

Blanche: "..."

They actually know each other!

Thinking of the scene in the dream where he named Christina as the heroine, and recalling his cold comment on her singing level, Bai Lanzhi could no longer suppress the raging jealousy in her heart, put down the teacup with a "bang", and returned to the bed with a straight face , covered her head with a quilt and got angry, waiting for him to come to coax her.

After waiting for a while, she unwillingly lifted the quilt again, and exhaled vigorously through her nose, "Hmph!"

Eric: "..."

He stood there, a little helpless.He has no experience in the relationship between men and women, he can only possess and plunder instinctively, he doesn't know how to guess the girl's mind, let alone how to coax a girl.

He stood in confusion for a moment, looked at Bai Lanzhi under the blanket, and went downstairs with the teapot to boil water.

First let her drink a cup of hot tea to calm down.

Ten minutes later, he walked up to her and sat down beside her with a cup of hot tea: "Are you still thirsty?"

Seeing Bai Lanzhi looking at the hot tea with doubts on his face, he thought she was afraid of being hot, so he touched her cheek with the warm side of the cup, and said in a low voice, "It's not hot, I brewed it in cold water." His tone was a little flattering.

It was the first time for him to do this kind of thing, and his tone and movements were unavoidably a bit blunt.Seeing her staring at him with wide eyes in surprise, she thought it was not enough.He frowned and thought for a moment, put down the teacup, supported her head with his arms, brought the teacup to her lips again, and asked in a low voice, "Shall I feed you?"

He is like this, what else can Bai Lanzhi do?

Of course he chose to forgive him.

After feeding her hot tea and helping her tuck the quilt, Eric finally asked the doubt in his heart: "Why were you angry just now?"

His tone was quite serious, as if he was discussing with her what harmony to use for this phrase.Bai Lanzhi felt guilty for a while, and quickly yawned: "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare."

"Really." He thought.

This seems to be the case.Bai Lanzhi originally wanted to chat with him to cover up her embarrassment, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she was overwhelmed by deep sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

She actually returned to that dream again, still holding the newspaper in her hand.

what happened?

Can I continue to dream?

Perhaps because of the obituary, the time in the dream became extremely fast, and her life became a fleeting sight, and the end could be seen at a glance.She has been confined to the duke's manor all her life. On sunny days, she lies under a parasol reading a book and enjoys the flowers; on cloudy days, she sits by the window and plays the piano to listen to the rain. Can't fly out of the gorgeous cage.

In the last scene of the dream, she led her servants out shopping, and just as she got off the carriage, she bumped into a group of homeless people.They were so hungry that their faces were dove-shaped, and the locks of hair stuck to their dirty cheeks. When they saw her, they swarmed up like mice seeing bread, shouting to exchange her for food.

The "Blanzhi" in the dream didn't know how to resist, and didn't know her own strength, so she stood there blankly, watching herself being overwhelmed by the angry refugees.However, she did not die at the hands of the refugees, but a bullet shot by the police towards the refugees.

The dream came to an abrupt end here.

After waking up, the feeling of being pierced by the quilt still remained in the chest.Bai Lanzhi blinked, and it took her a while to realize that she had woken up.

Is this dream... real or illusory?

If it is real, then what is going on in her life; if it is illusory, why is everything in the dream so reasonable?

After breakfast, Blanche and Eric went for a walk in the courtyard.Along the way, she was thinking about how to tell him what happened in the dream.

Before they knew it, they had reached the end of the courtyard.Blanche was so immersed in the aftertaste of the nightmare that she didn't notice a new grand piano was added in the corner. She didn't come to her senses until Eric talked to her.

"What's wrong." He frowned, "The whole person is absent-minded."

Blanche had a complicated face: "Eric... I had a very strange dream." She sat in front of the piano and looked sideways at it. This piano is so luxurious, the body and the music stand are made of precious Made of high-quality olive wood, the natural wood grain is very unique, almost as exquisite as artificial painting, and the side panels, piano legs, and pedals are all decorated with gold leaf.In her dream, she also had such a piano, even more luxurious than this one.

Thinking of her own ending in the dream, she suddenly became dumb as if unable to speak.

Why bother with a dream?

"Tell me." Eric walked in front of her, leaned over to look at her with one hand on the piano cover.

Although his face was terrifying, his golden pupils were more beautiful than the sparkling water on the lake.In the dream, she never saw such special eyes from birth to death.

Unspeakable pain suddenly filled her chest. She opened her mouth with red eyes, wanting to tell the whole of this nightmare. She hesitated for a moment, but asked in a different way: "Eric, Mr. OG, theater Ghost...why do you have three identities?"

Because Mr. OG did not appear in the dream, she thought of asking like this, but Eric misunderstood her meaning, lowered his eyes slightly, and coughed lightly: "OG is my pen name, and it is also the abbreviation of theater ghost. I just want to use this name to publish an article..." His Adam's apple slid up and down, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Later, I met Audrey. A music speculator wants to find someone who can suppress her..."

Bai Lanzhi understood: "Then you found me?" She was very smart and knew everything, "So, that's what that mask means..."

"But now you are my wife." He answered without hesitation.

Bai Lanzhi did not feel his desire to survive, but was shocked by the precision and precision of fate.

If Odile hadn't appeared, Eric would not have appeared as Mr. OG, let alone rescued her in the snow, and there would have been no such things... Similarly, if she fell into the water, If Odile hadn't stood by the duke's side, she wouldn't have been expelled from the duke's manor, she wouldn't have met Eric, and it was even more impossible for her to discover her strength and fall in love with the man beside her...

All of this is like a clock carefully polished by a craftsman. Every gear and part meshes and rotates extremely precisely. If one gear is missing or one part is missing, this clock called destiny cannot turn out a happy ending. result.

Fate is so mysterious, but I don't know, at what moment does her current life turn to fate?

The author has something to say: Yes, I am short.But I still want you to praise me (shameless)