I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

"Uh-no-"

She didn't know where she got the strength to push Yinhong away.

Then there was a "pop" sound, and a bright red palm print appeared on Otoi Hiroshi's cheek.

His face was turned to one side, stunned.

"Fool!"

Otoi Hiroshi slowly turned around and was about to speak when he saw a cold, stubborn little face with gradually red eyes.

"I'm Shin-chan's mother!" Yukiko Kudo clenched her little hands tightly and placed them on her delicate white thighs, her voice filled with tears, "I'm so much older than you, not to mention that I'm already married to someone else... This is wrong! If you continue, do you understand?

"Sister Yukiko..."

"That's enough - we're out of danger for the time being. You can leave quickly. I have a performance later." She wiped her tears, got up from the ground, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Is this wrong?"

Otoi Hiroshi reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Of course -" She waved his hand away, turned around and continued walking forward.

Otoi Hiroshi grabbed her again.

"Is it wrong to like someone from the bottom of your heart?!"

"That's right -" she said without looking back.

"That……"

Otoi Hiroshi pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and his lips trembled slightly: "What if I would rather make a mistake than miss it?"

Kudo Yukiko raised her little face and looked straight at him, her eyes red.

——Later, she shook her head slowly.

Otoi Hiroshi's hand suddenly fell from her arm, his head lowered, and he was silent.

"..."

"Sorry," he said.

She covered the corners of her lips with her hands, her eyes were red, and she held a small hand against her chest.

In his sight, the young man stood there alone as if he had been soaked by the heavy rain. His eyes were obscured by his messy hair, his lips were bloodless, and he felt indescribably lonely.

The fingers on Kudo Yukiko's chest moved slightly.

Then she took a step forward.

He stretched out his palm and slowly placed it on his cheek.

Otoi Hiroshi trembled.

As soon as he raised his head, he was stunned.

——She suddenly stood up on her tiptoes and kissed the side of his face.

"Sister Yukiko..."

With just a peck like a dragonfly touching water, she distanced herself with her bare feet.

Kudo Yukiko turned around with her hands behind her back, tilting her head, obviously shedding tears but still smiling like a flower.

"Thank you for liking me."

"I--"

"But, no." She wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingertips and said with a smile: "Although I am very happy, I am much older than you after all. Okay, it's time for Hong-chan to leave. What if those people come back?" That’s it.”

"Where's Sister Yukiko?" he asked.

Kudo Yukiko raised her beautiful long hair in a very chic manner, "Of course I am preparing to perform, I am the heroine!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two felt that the lights in the venue suddenly dimmed.

An overwhelming wave of applause followed.

Otoi Hiroshi quickly lay down next to the window, looked at the lights gradually gathering in the center of the stage below, and murmured: "The show... has begun."

"This is how the same thing?!"

……

On the stage, the lights converged, and there was a sudden silence.

The background of this moment - Paris, 1905.

In the center of the stage, a suit auctioneer wearing a top hat made a hammer sound in his hand.

He turned his head and sang: "Deal! What's your number, my lord?"

A person not far away raised the number plate in his hand.

"Thank you."

The auctioneer bowed slightly, then straightened his back, and then slowly looked around at the customers around him.

"Next is auction item No. 663. Ladies and gentlemen. A poster for this theater's production of "Hannibal" created by Shalomo."

The staff came on stage and unfolded the rolled poster from their hands.

"Hannibal" poster

"Does anyone have ten francs for you?" he asked loudly.

No one responded.

"What about the five francs? . . . There's an offer."

A man wearing a top hat crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees. The beard all over his face could not hide his depth. The woman wearing a headscarf who accompanied him raised the sign in her hand.

"Six francs, six francs. Do you have any seven francs?"

"Seven francs," the auctioneer shouted, looking the other way.

He turned around and reminded: "This is more than your bid, my lord. Do you have eight francs?"

The woman next to the man raised her sign again.

"Eight francs," shouted the auctioneer.

He looked around, "Eight francs for the first time, eight francs for the second time..."

A hammer is fixed.

"Viscount Raul Chagny won the bid. Thank you very much."

"Auction item No. 664. Ladies and gentlemen." The auctioneer raised his head with no expression on his face, "A wooden pistol and three human skulls."

The box is opened and the staff takes out the lots.

"Robert the Devil"

"Robert the Devil, Meyerbeer's 1831 work. On sale starting at ten francs."

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, someone immediately raised his placard.

"Ten francs, thank you." The auctioneer looked to the other side and said, "Someone is offering ten francs."

Another person raised a sign.

"Fifteen francs, thank you, my lord."

"Someone bids fifteen francs!" the auctioneer shouted.

There was silence.

Immediately, the hammer sound fell. "Fifteen francs won."

"Auction No. 665, ladies and gentlemen."

"—a hand-cranked music box made of papier-mâché, with a monkey in a Persian robe playing a cymbal."

Hand crank music box

The auctioneer introduced loudly: "This item was found in the theater vault and its basic functions are running normally. Ladies and gentlemen, this is hereby displayed."

As the staff shakes to an end, a clear and ethereal sound sounds, with a soothing tone that is relaxing.

The staff member took a step forward holding the music box and turned to both sides.

Viscount Raul Shani seemed to be attracted by the music, his eyes stared blankly to one side, looking lonely.

The music stopped and the auctioneer's voice sounded again: "How about we start from twenty francs?"

No one spoke up.

"Quick, ladies and gentlemen," urged the auctioneer. "How about fifteen francs?"

The woman standing next to Viscount Raul Shani held up a placard.

"Someone offered fifteen francs. Thank you very much."

Another person raised a sign.

"Okay, you can pay me twenty francs, thank you very much."

"Twenty-five francs on the right, thank you, madam."

The auctioneer turned around and said, "Someone bids twenty-five francs. Is there any bid for thirty?"

The woman standing next to Viscount Raul Shani held up a placard.

"Thirty francs for the first time, thirty francs for the second time..."

"Deal! Viscount Shani won the bid. Thank you very much, my lord."

The staff was about to take the auction items down when Viscount Raul Shani suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

As the staff brought the lot in front of him, Viscount Shani turned his head.

His beautiful, deep eyes, as beautiful as the stars in the night sky, stared at the music box quietly.

He slowly stretched out his hand and sang in a low voice:

"A true collector's item,"

"Everything is as detailed as she said."

"My friend, she talks about you everywhere."

"The texture of this velvet, a statue made of lead."

"When we all return to our hometown, will you still sing?"

[ps1: Regarding Otoi Hiroshi and Kudo Yukiko, old readers all know it and started to argue. 】

[PS2: The plot of this article involves The Phantom of the Opera. Friends who are interested in musicals can check it out. You can search it on the Xiaobo website. 】