Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Paris in the [-]th century, although it had just experienced the disastrous defeat of the Franco-Prussian War and was swayed by the revolution of the Paris Commune for a long time, it finally took a breath of relief and ushered in a peaceful day after a long absence. God knows how much Parisians miss those days. The days of beautiful clothes, those balls, operas, those fine clothes and wine, everything is recovering rapidly, the gate of the Paris Opera House is once again full of traffic, and Miss Christina, who has recently become famous, has become the heart of many people. Well, I don't hesitate to spend a lot of money for her, lingering every day to listen to her beautiful singing voice.

It is for this reason that this year’s Masquerade Ball at the Paris Opera House was extraordinarily grand. People danced lightly in the resplendent hall. Perhaps because of the barriers of masks, everyone’s movements were relaxed. They danced the latest popular waltz and cooperated with each other. It doesn't hurt to dance to the beat and flirt at the same time.

This is Paris.

They ushered in many guests, all wearing masks, oh yes, this is the countess, that is the viscount, but since they are wearing masks, everyone has the right to know.

At the climax of the dance, uninvited guests disturbed the dance. He wore a red death mask and spoke angrily and arrogantly. When he turned and left, no one dared to step forward to stop him.

"Angry Don Juan (donjuantriumphant)" Someone leaned over to pick up the score scattered on the ground, whispered the title of the play on the title page, and a meaningful smile appeared on the lower lip of the mask. The first subordinate already understood, and took a step forward to invite a lady to dance with him, and when the dance ended, he took out all the news he needed.

The Phantom of the Opera, who loves Miss Christina deeply, hovers over the theater like a ghost, which is frightening and frightening to hear.

"You said he likes that woman?" The hand holding the wine glass tightened slightly, the voice flowing out from under the mask was gorgeous and low, but the tone made people's hearts tremble uncontrollably, and they lowered their heads that could not be lowered any more. After going down for a few minutes, he answered yes with a respectful tone.

His luck was good today, this guy didn't care about himself, and he managed to save his life, so he hurriedly inquired about the news at the ball again, trying to make this guy's mood turn cloudy.

"I don't think I've seen you in Paris before." The plump and alluring lady giggled coquettishly, and took two steps forward to get close to his body, "Are you here for fun?"

"It's just business." The man replied, holding the woman's waist and twirling and dancing. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the gentleman who was looking this way with a wine glass outside the dance floor, and hurriedly picked up his energy and continued to inquire about the news.

After dancing in the middle of the night, although the information obtained by inquiring was similar, the Viscount Raoul himself did not notice the leaked information, which saved him from the fate of being angered.

——It is said that the Phantom of the Opera lives underground in the Paris Opera House, connected to the underground river.

--------------------------------

The underground of Paris is an endless night, the dark river echoes the sound of weeping waves day and night, some people are staring at the exquisite carvings on the dome, wondering what they are thinking, and the white half-face mask is at hand , but he didn't touch it, just kept silent, the hideous and distorted outline of his face could be vaguely glimpsed in the shadows, just seeing it from a distance, he felt terrible.

The ghostly phantom in the opera house was not celebrating the panic it brought, but kept silent as if paying homage to something.

"Are you crying?" The abrupt voice interrupted his silence, and he got up, the anger on his face turned into deeper shock before it took shape.

god what did he see

——They are beautiful creatures beyond the imagination of the world. They can only appear in mythology. They have a human body and a fish tail. Even in the dark underground, the bright fish tail still exudes a pure and pure color like the moon. And the upper body has a perfect color and curvature like a marble sculpture, and the flat chest reveals the gender of this strange creature, but the almost predatory beauty makes all gender divisions waste paper.

Unexpectedly, he stepped forward, stood by the underground lake and looked at the beautiful creature sitting on his boat.

"Are you crying?" the creature asked again, reaching out to touch him, "Sad eyes" he looked at him, those clear light gray eyes were like a flawless mirror, reflecting his ugly countenance.

That distorted, ferocious, terrifying face like a demon.

Phantom opened the hand stretched out to him, loudly reprimanded and cursed him to get out of his underground kingdom.

"Do you hate me?" The creature lowered its head and gently kissed the back of his hand, its long eyelashes drooping, as if sad and confused.

No one can resist such a temptation, that hoarse voice is like the temptation of a devil, even if he knows that one step ahead is hell, he can't help falling into the abyss.

"I" Phantom took another two steps forward, stepped into the boat, and touched the white skin that seemed to emit a faint light with her fingertips.

so cold.He thought, it was like touching the cold water of an underground lake, but it was so smooth and soft that it would break when touched.

He saw the creature laughing, his brows and eyes stretched alluringly, "Is this your palace, sir?"

"Yes." This was his palace, the Garden of Eden he had spent decades building for himself.

"Would you like to show me this place?" the creature asked again, "This hanging garden is buried underground."

So, the boat rocked and set sail, and the creature smiled even more sweetly, "You can call me adaro, Mr. Phantom." He fiddled with the lake water with his fish tail as he spoke, the scales reflected the shimmering light, and it was more colorful than the world in the blink of an eye. The splendor of any gemstone.

He was sitting at the bow of the boat, stroking his wet hair, and in the darkness, Phantom could still see that it was an extremely gorgeous dark golden color.

Adaro looked up at the exquisite carvings on the dome, and suddenly opened his lips and hummed an unknown song. At first, it floated softly like a dream, and gradually the tune rose and turned back and forth. The voice was like a hymn from heaven, and it seemed The violent wind and rain poured down, and Huang Huang's majesty made people's hearts sway. The slightly raised jaw and neck formed a bewitching arc. When the song ended, Phantom inevitably felt somewhat lost.

This is the only beautiful music he has ever heard in his life. The irresistible flame of ecstasy ignited in his heart, and the passion of creation was stirring his soul. He has forgotten about Christina, what love he couldn't ask for, and now he My soul belongs to music, and only to music.

"What a wonderful night, Mr. Phantom." Adaro turned to look at him, his eyes may reflect the undulating waves in the dark river with a little water color, "I can only repay your generosity with this humble song .”

"May you enjoy this night as much as I do." He unexpectedly stretched out his hand to embrace Phantom, and gently kissed the twisted and undulating eyebrows, "Good night."

After speaking, he leaned back lightly and sank into the treacherous dark river. Phantom only had time to see the bright colors in the river flash, and then he couldn't see anything.

Everything was quiet again, he looked around blankly, the dark stone walls and the dark river, he seemed to have just had an unreachable dream.

He unconsciously stroked the eyebrows kissed by adaro. It was ugly and ferocious, and the skin and flesh were knotted together. Even he himself didn't want to take a look at it, but when adaro looked at it, those eyes seemed to see What he saw was not an ugly monster, with sparkling eyes, as if looking at a unique treasure in this world.

Even his Christina screamed and ran away, kissed and blessed by a beautiful creature that only existed in mythology.

Even Phantom himself didn't realize how warm joy and tenderness filled his eyes at that moment.

On the second night, adaro came again. It was still the second half of the night, and it was dark and deep. He propped his chin to listen to Phantom's passionate performance, and sang along with the notes.

Every night after that, Adaro would come as promised, and sometimes he would bring some rare things from the bottom of the sea to Phantom, such as a beautiful red coral, or a few delicious fishes. He said that he had lived for several Over the past century, I have seen the gorgeous aurora at the end of the world and the turbulent waves in the deepest part of the sea.

He is also willing to listen to the Phantom's desperate and distorted love for Christina, willing to comfort his hopeless and sad heart.

Unknowingly, the phantom looks forward to the arrival of adaro every night, the only friend who can open his heart and don't have to hide his ugliness with a mask.

Until one day, Adaro crouched beside the phantom's piano and sighed in a low voice: "Maybe I won't be able to come tomorrow, winter is coming, and I'm going to the endless deep sea."

Phantom shook her hand, and the sound of the piano was mixed with several vibrato.

"You do whatever you want." His voice was as cold and calm as possible. At this moment, he was grateful that no matter what expression he made on his face, it was generally ferocious.

"When spring comes, I will return." Adaro stretched out his hand to caress Phantom's cheek, "Don't be sad."

"I didn't." Phantom opened his hand and pursed her lips.

"Your eyes are crying." Adaro gave a faint smile, "It made my heart ache too."

The Phantom didn't answer, just turned her head away from looking at him.

"Your company is beyond me," adaro said. "May this song convey my heart."

He stared at the phantom and sang the first note.

This is the tune engraved in the sea monster's memory, full of turbulent love and longing.

Please love me, please love me.

my human.

Have you ever seen that my heart is riddled with holes in love.

Adaro stretched his arms around the stern-faced human, and this time the kiss landed on the pale lips.

Mine, mine.

In the sea monster's eyes, the darkness rolled, and the desire was hard to fill.