man, he looks ugly

Hair, paper, wood, metal, and velvet twisted and twisted like ghosts in the flames, smelling burnt.

Those flames were like the wings of fallen angels, holding Eric in his arms gently and cruelly.

Philip rushed up to the stage and tried to drag me away from the huge fire.

But I couldn't resist the attraction from the flame, and stared at Eric.

When I looked back, my heart was cut like a knife. The pain accumulated in my heart these days finally broke out at this moment. My chest was burned by the blazing air, but my heart seemed to be pierced by the cold wind of December.

The so-called love always leaves a penetrating wound in the human heart first.

He is my lover, the lover of my destiny in this life.

Now, he is leaving me.

Take away his world and destroy mine too.

My nails clasped my palm tightly, which seemed to relieve a bit of heart-piercing pain, and seemed to make my weak self learn to be brave instead of evading.

Ashes were flying in all directions in the house like notes of mourning.

Finally, I couldn't bear it and ran to Eric.

Like a sinking ship running out of fuel in the dark, endless sea at night, heading for a glorious lighthouse.

Like a moth with rain-wet wings in a lonely field, flying towards a warm bonfire.

Like seeing a weary lover return and run off his shoes on the worst of days.

I never realized that when I faced death directly, I could be so satisfied in my heart.

"God!"

Eric rushed out of the flames like a madman, stopping the flames on the floor from licking my dancing shoes.

His black cloak was burned to tatters, and Eric threw it back into the fire, then took my hand and fled the stage and the fire.

In the next few days.

I was drowsy on the pillow, but I was always amused by a sentence.

Worry and worry about one thing for three autumns, but it only takes one leaf to leave the branch to make a decision.

The doctor said that my lungs and throat were so severely irritated that I had a heart-piercing cough for a while, from the charred foreign objects I coughed up at the beginning to the blood dripping later.

Under these circumstances, Mrs. Geary has no energy at all to exorcise the large creature that is faithfully waiting by my bed, and the creature is so burnt and scarred that it doesn't wash its face, change its clothes, or apply medicine. , just squatting there and holding my hand tightly.

Her old man saw my "deadly love" reaction on the stage, and she was so tired that she had nothing to say. Her own girl didn't even want her mother, and she ran towards the man in the fire. What mother would this matter Body, must live dizzy rhythm.

In the weird atmosphere, Christine silently took Eric a basin of water.

The operation of the theater was interrupted for a few days because of the fire. Fortunately, due to timely control, the theater's fire protection facilities were not behind. Only some people were choked by the fire in this accident, but no one lost their lives.

And miracles always happen inadvertently.

After resting in bed for many days, I woke up early in the morning, and after drinking the honey water that Christine prepared for me, I felt that my throat seemed to have rested enough to try to speak, so I couldn't help calling out Rick's name.

But I didn't want to, just shouted, Eric, who was staring at my fingertips, widened his eyes instantly, looking at me like a stranger.

"You...you, there is something wrong with your voice." He was so nervous that he asked the doctor to come and treat me immediately.

I felt a chill in my heart, only thinking that my throat was made worse by the smoke.However, thinking about the original ugly voice, my heart is full of thoughts of breaking the can and smashing it. My life?

But the doctor ran over and checked my throat carefully, and his expression suddenly became unbelievable. His facial muscles were stiff for a long time before he said something like a sigh.

"My God, that polyp in her throat is gone!"

"What? Disappeared?" Mrs. Geary stepped forward nervously and put her arms around my shoulders.

"Yes, maybe it was coughed up by her. God, this thing is really, really... oh, too, it's beyond description." The doctor couldn't help but spread his hands.

Everyone in the room looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally burst out laughing collectively.

Christine folded her hands over her mouth and laughed tearfully; Mrs. Geary couldn't help but put her head on my shoulder and shook her head while laughing; The corners of his lips were gradually bent, and the air squeezed out of his chest, transforming into a subtle and magnetic laughter, from weak to strong, quite melodious and pleasant, he always had a talent to disdain others in terms of voice.

It seems that after a disaster, a happy thing is needed to let everyone recover.

My throat just happened to be this thing.

With anticipation, my illness recovered at an amazing speed. Every morning, after drinking honey water, I could not help but sit by the bed and hum all kinds of songs that I wanted to sing before.Eric took my hand and backed up with his eight-octave male voice.Christine's expression became more and more weird. She didn't know where Eric came from, but the characteristics shown by Eric were enough to explain his origin.

One night, when the fire was burning in the house, Mrs. Geary was sitting on the sofa and knitting a sweater. Her fingers deftly flipped through a pile of wool, but her eyes seemed a little preoccupied; Blanket, legs curled up on the sofa, Eric sat on the stool in front of me, with Shelley’s poetry collection on his knees, his fingers slightly curled up on the pages, looking at me with gentle eyes, reading those poems; Lisi Ting took out a box of lace that she had collected for a long time, took them out of the box, laid them flat, and put them back, her eyes flicked back and forth from time to time.

The flame fiddled with the tongs made a loud crackling sound, and Mrs. Geary sighed softly, put down the knitting needle and stood up from the sofa, straightening her back, "Sir, I have to talk to you, As a mother."

In fact, I knew early on that this conversation was destined to come one night since my recovery.

Eric put down the book in his hand, carefully but boldly picked up my left hand, pasted it on the back of the finger with his dry and warm lips, and then walked out with firm steps.

Mrs. Geary took Eric to the outside room, and the door was ajar.

Christine and I both know the weight of this conversation.

It's pretty inappropriate for a man to stay by my sickbed for so long, so either Eric leaves me and disappears, which of course we all know is unlikely, or it's the other way around, Aye. Rick had to learn to take responsibility.

The restless conversation went on for a full hour, and Christine kept looking at me and smiling reassuringly.

But it didn't help, I sat on the sofa and couldn't help looking out, my fingers fiddled with the wool blanket in a panic, just like the messy thinking tracks in my mind.

Finally, the door was pushed open again.

Eric walked in, his golden eyes were full of strong emotions, like a fire poured with hot oil, burning blazingly, but he just walked up to me, knelt down on one knee, took my hand in his, and kissed it deeply. After a deep kiss, he stood up again.

"Darling, my sweetest angel, trust me, please trust this humble fellow, I won't keep you waiting too long."

Then he turned and left the room.

Didn't show up for two weeks.

Of course, Mrs. Geary will not let me have the slightest misunderstanding about Eric's departure. She told me that Eric has expressed his love for me to her faithfully and sincerely, and is willing to give everything in exchange for me being his wife.But Mrs. Geary's request for this is that he must make enough guarantees to persuade Mrs. Geary to agree to this marriage. At least, let her understand that my future is happy and peaceful after marrying Eric.

All in all, it won't be long before Eric and I are getting engaged.

"Honey, how could I have thought that you were younger than me, but you found your soul mate first?" Christine said with a half-crying half-smile.

When we were very young, Christine and I wrapped the sheets around our bodies and dragged the long backs on the floor as a white wedding dress, and we used the flowers we got in our long hair as garlands, and held hands together. Going to the 'altar', pretending to move forward bravely, reciting the oath engraved in my heart.

It seems that every girl will look forward to love and marriage when she was a child, unconditionally falling in love with brilliant candles, soft and pure white gauze, bright and bright flowers and bright and bright rings.

Even dreams are filled with such beautiful scenes.

Anything about Eric is infinitely magnified in my mind. I never thought that I would have such sensitive and subtle feelings, as if I had returned to my childhood, his breath, voice, and the fine lines on his lips when he smiled Even the ripples in the golden eyes, these visually imprinted things, stay in a certain magical moment and are recalled countless times.

When I put my heart and soul into a relationship, the happiness almost suffocates me.

One morning, before the morning dew faded, little E flew to my window sill, and it had a paper bag with a pink diamond ring 'elf' on its feet, and I knew Eric was ready.

Mrs. Geary came in with breakfast, and on the tray was a thick letter from Eric.

"Mummy wants to talk to you, Meg."

The first ray of sunlight poured in from the window, with the most beautiful orange color and the most beautiful temperature, it seems that it is really a good day in winter.

Mrs. Geary sat in her favorite velvet chair.As long as I can remember, she was sitting in this chair, her expression was as soft as the early sun, coaxing me to sleep, her hair was penetrated by the sun and turned red like a ripe orange.

"Meg, once when you were a child, I began to feel that I was very lucky, even though I had nothing, you lost your father, I lost my lover, but I never doubted that I was lucky... Because you have a firmer heart than your father. I think a girl is lucky if she really understands what she wants. As a mother, she is also lucky to know what her daughter wants. .”

I looked into Mrs. Geary's eyes the color of black walnut, covered with a liquid of crystal clearness, the color that plucks at the softest chords of the heart.

"Mother……"

"Your character is stronger and more stubborn than all the girls I have ever seen. I even thought, is there really a man in this world who can approach you? Can enter your world, tolerate you having your own thoughts, and I have always had... I used to think that your father was the best man in the world, but, I have to admit, he couldn't do that, so I'm so worried about you..."

"Mother."

Since childhood, Mrs. Geary has never simply regarded me as an ignorant child. She understands that I have my own personality, and respects my thoughts, and does not try to transform me into a good daughter in the eyes of my mother. Tolerance is enough to make me live a happy and peaceful life.

"Maybe, Meg, I know that Eric is very rich, although I don't know where his money came from, maybe now he is willing to give everything for you, and you will live more luxuriously than Carlotta." Fugui, but I'm not sure if he really loves you, suits you, and most importantly, will you really be happy with him?"

"To be honest, Mom, I don't know if being with Eric is suitable. We both have too many flaws in each other, and I don't know if this flaw can be made up with time, but we have common hobbies. A shared world, and above all, we love each other, and that's the only thing I'm sure of, and maybe we can use that one thing to try to face everything else."

"Well, if this is your sincere answer..." Mrs. Geary buried her head in the handkerchief for about half a minute before she raised her head. The linen handkerchief wiped away most of the tears on her face, leaving traces of tears." Now, we need to talk about marriage."

"Mom... this is just an engagement, I will stay with you for a long time, several months." I tried my best to make my expression look like a child who is about to leave his mother.

Mrs. Geary shook my hand, trying to force a smile.

I vaguely realized that Mrs. Geary, even as she tried to be a father and mother, was just a vulnerable and helpless woman about to be orphaned.

Before happiness comes, we always have to face all kinds of tedious things in reality.

For example, the repair and reconstruction of theaters.

The stage was severely burned, and few of the front seats were engulfed by the fire. The suspension of the performance meant no income, plus cumbersome repair expenses. People are even more shaky. After experiencing this disaster, they even feel chills when they even mention the four words 'theater ghost'.

In this turbulent environment, my engagement was naturally handled in a low-key manner.

However, there is one thing that needs to be faced most urgently.

I have yet to see the true face of my lover.

In the damp grotto, countless candles were burning, and Eric and I sat at his newly added dining table, the ice bucket of champagne on the tablecloth was filled with frozen white mist, and the shiny tableware , exquisite dresses, and we are like every lover on a first date, restrained and nervous.

God knows how much I want to put an ice bucket on my face at this time, so that the heat on my face will fade away a little.

The white smoke from the burning scented candle turned Eric's lips into a redder color than ripe cherries, and his slender fingers stroked the tablecloth, hesitating to speak.

"Eric?" I put down the silver fork in my hand and tried to be more active. I know Eric's character too well. If I expect him to speak the first sentence, I'm afraid it will be when the fresh cod is on the plate. Gets cold, "What do you think?"

"Yes, I want to play a piece for you." He stood up, went to his organ and sat down.

"Wait, Eric...I was wondering, is there anything you want to say to me?"

Eric's fingers playing the piano froze, hanging in the air, hesitating for a long time before turning around slowly, the golden eyes under the mask became timid.

"Fate made me guilty,

Grant me this lesion,

A mother, my first gift,

This is the mask,

This ruthless dress.

It's like drinking fresh poisoned wine every day,

Honey,

Honey,

How should I beg you,

Get your love..."

Eric sat on the cold stone steps, his golden eyes were as pure as a child, and he stretched out his hands.

I barely hesitated for half a second before putting my hand into his firm and cold palm.

"Eric,

my king of music,

God gave you a gift;

This gift makes you special,

Never mind the world's judgment,

forget the pain,

in this world,

You have enough love for my love,

This is the only belief we hold on to. "

I knelt in front of Eric, trying to keep my hands from trembling with the blood surging in my veins, to show my determination. For the first time, I touched the texture of Eric's mask, the cold and smooth inlay Gold 'Larva', produced by Venetian master craftsmen, as it comes from the Latin 'ghost', it saves a soul that should not exist in the world.

And now, I'm going to take over this task from it, and use my whole life to protect this lonely soul.

The moment the mask left the face, Eric snapped his eyes shut.

He is more cowardly than me, for his own face.

This face seems to have been scorched by fire, but it must be from the jealousy of Hades; this face seems to have been corroded by acid, but it must be from the jealousy of a poisonous dragon; this face seems to have been bitten by sharp teeth, But it must be the hatred of the beast.

Half angel, half devil.

Half of the face is smooth and clean, and half of the face is distorted and deformed.

Eric's soul was also torn in two by this face. There was a yearning for simplicity and beauty, and there was also hatred for the real world.

"This, is it natural?" I put my palm on the uneven skin surface, trying my best to overcome the negative emotions in my bones.It's okay, if I love this person, I should love him for who he is, ugly and handsome as he is.

"Yes, from birth."

"Anyway, thank God for letting me meet you." I lowered my head and put my lips on Eric's.

I left him and took the initiative to walk to the big soft and expensive bed.

With my back to Eric, I unbuttoned my belt, and when I picked out this dress, I was blushed by its transparency under the light. What if his face scared me? Of course, maybe this is just for myself. An excuse made by cowardice, I know very well that my face is about to burn into the sky!

The room was too quiet, so quiet that even his rapid breathing could be heard, Eric snuffed out the candle beside the bed with his hands...

In those days, Eric and I were immersed in the lost and found love, and we were so happy that we couldn't live forever, but we ignored a cruel law.When you expose your wealth and put your vulnerability in the hands of the pretender, disaster is bound to happen.

The author has something to say: the final chapter will be posted at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning