present to the lord

The high society in France is full of music every night, and there are always some unspeakable little secrets among the nobles. There are also many people who want to find a good marriage for their daughters.

If one counts the wealthy gentlemen with good reputation and high status, most of them will immediately think of the Jacques family.

Although the old Jacques has passed away, his only son, who is now the owner of the Jacques family, is Brian Jacques.This man with the title of duke is not just an idiot like most noble children. The current power of the Jacques family can be seen from the fact that even the royal family is courteous.

And Brian Jacques also accepted a younger brother who was excellent in all aspects, and could even be called an unworldly talent.

This made many ladies think.

Eric looked at the pile of invitations on the table without changing his expression, with anger in his eyes.He was sitting by the fireplace, and the orange flames illuminated half of his horrific face, making it even more treacherous and trembling, as if people could smell the terrifying aura on him.

He tightly clenched the stack of invitations in his hand and pursed his lips. After a while, he suddenly threw all the invitations in his hand into the fireplace, and the flames immediately destroyed those things that seemed to be emitting temptation and flattery all the time.

He watched the invitation card burn completely before suppressing his mind, stood up as if nothing had happened, and walked to sit down in front of the piano not far away.He is 22 years old and has grown into a man with perfect figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, wearing a simple silk shirt with slightly fancy pleats at the cuffs, revealing a strong wrist and a slender arm.

He has a pair of very well-protected hands, with exquisite finger joints, neatly trimmed nails, and very delicate skin lines.Those are a pair of perfect hands with every inch, they can do anything unimaginably fine, and they can even pick a speck of dust in the air with their fingertips.

The slightly bitter sound of the piano sounded slowly, gradually arousing the angry melody, ups and downs, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, sometimes low or deep, there are thousands of flowers and the fragrance of love, and there are thousands of clouds and thunder and lightning. heartbroken.

The door was pushed open, and the blond nobleman in a cloak stood at the door and let the servants take off his cloak covered in rain. He walked over and unbuttoned the button around his neck inlaid with broken gemstones, and then began to undo it again. Buttons for your own wrist.

Seeing that he was rarely dressed so rigorously, Eric stopped playing and looked over with a little doubt, with deep obsession in his dark eyes.

As if seeing his doubts, Fan Haoran casually fiddled with the rainwater on his hair, the rain outside was heavy, pouring down, and the sound of the rain was noisy.This dress perfectly complemented the Duke's figure, like a second layer of noble skin, it fit tightly and was perfect.

"I went to the palace." He said softly, with a rare gentleman's polite smile, sitting on the sofa leisurely putting one long leg on top of the other, with his arms wide open behind the sofa, his head slightly raised Depend on.His actions were completely opposite to his gentleman's smile, and he let out a sigh of relief with a sneer, "The princes are very tense, that man has his eyes on me for the sake of his precious little princess's next life without worries."

Eric pursed his lips tightly, and Tian Lai's voice sounded: "That is a very beautiful girl." He suppressed his jealousy until his eyes were bloodshot, and he lowered his eyes.

"It's really beautiful, such a youthful girl, anyone will find it beautiful." Fan Haoran nodded slightly in agreement, it is undeniable that such a vibrant vitality is very beautiful.But he already has someone who decides to choose.Thinking of Eric, Fan Haoran suddenly remembered the plot again. He put one hand on the knee of the upturned leg, and nodded with his fingertips, "I heard that the person in charge of the Paris Opera said that their agent going to leave."

"What's wrong?" Eric came back to his senses after a while, feeling bitter and hot in his heart, that feeling seemed to rush into his eyes, confuse his reason, and make him go crazy with rage.He tried his best to press down, "Do you want to buy it?"

"No, Eric, I just wanted to send him to you. I know you love these things very much, your script is almost filling the studio, don't you want your well-written opera in the best theater It was performed, it's a masterpiece." With a soft sigh of praise, he stretched out his hand to pull Eric who came over, and sat down next to him, and he held Eric a little cold hand, "I'll give it to you, and you can do whatever you want with it."

No, I don't want to do anything to a theater, I just want you to look at me like this forever.

Eric looked deeply at the handsome Duke in front of him. This man always seemed to be so easy-going. He always showed the elegant smile of a gentleman, or the arrogance and disdain when he drew the sword out of his cane. .He remembered all the expressions and movements of this person, even in his sleep, he kept reminiscing about it.

The Paris Opera House was eventually bought by Fan Haoran. Eric is a person who is completely devoted to art, and he only needs to do what he wants to do with all his heart.As for the management of the opera house, he had already selected the most suitable person to take charge of everything in it.

From a certain point of view, Eric is a very simple and simple person. He never has too many demands, and he always plays the piano, draws pictures, or does some other things quietly.In most of the relationships between the two, Eric is very submissive.Seeing him like this, Fan Haoran would often take him out hunting or to the countryside to see the scenery and live for a while.

He didn't want him to be the only one in Eric's world, how could there be only two people in a world of one person?This is a very cruel thing, the outside world is very vast, such a colorful world, Eric should take a look and enjoy it.When he sees the outside world, Fan Haoran will patiently wait for his choice.

No matter what Eric thinks now, he is sure that in the end his choice will only be him.

And so it was decided.

When I arrived at the opera house that day, Sianomo's "Hannibal" was being rehearsed in the theater. Speaking is torture, no different from the cry in the mouth of the toad.But this woman has a huge network. In the opera house, sometimes singing is not everything.

But Eric is a perfectionist, and he's a pretty demanding guy musically.

Fan Haoran and Eric came to the opera house on the same day, led by the former owner of the theater, who got a lot of money from the young duke, and it was his wish to sell this declining theater. What's more, the person who took over was an unattainable figure like the Duke, so his smile was unavoidably flattering.

"Mr. Reyer, Mrs. Gerry, ladies and gentlemen, please pay attention, thank you. There have been rumors of my imminent retirement for several weeks, and now I can tell you that it is true."

The soprano Carlotta kept fanning her hand, and when she heard this, her expression was a little impatient.Shua put away the fan and rolled his eyes.

"Please allow me to introduce you, the two new owners of the Opera House, Duke Brian Jacques and Mr. Eric Jacques, they have completely bought the Opera House. You must have heard of them, Lord Duke It was personally appointed by His Majesty the King, and it is also a respected existence among the nobles, and Mr. Eric Jacques is the younger brother of the Duke."

Hearing the applause became louder here, Eric even used his ears that could catch the sound of flowers to hear a lot of people saying: "They must be rich." Something like that.

The Duke wore a black leather glove and held a cane inlaid with rubies in his left hand. He glanced lightly at the crowd in costumes with his blue eyes. Although it was just a light glance, it made everyone unconscious He stopped clapping and stood up straight.

"This theater will undergo a personnel selection and reorganization. The person in charge is Mr. Ducali. I will not keep idlers here. Everyone's future work will be assigned in detail. Please be prepared." He said With a very gentlemanly smile, he gracefully pointed at the man named Dukali with his cane, and the brown-haired man nodded to everyone.

Fan Haoran continued to smile and said, "As for the director of your opera and the distribution of personnel, it is my brother, Eric." He smiled at Eric, and then said to everyone, "He has the right to You make any deployment, I hope you can cooperate happily."

Everyone looked at the man with a silver mask on his face and began to whisper.

Fan Haoran noticed an upper-middle-looking woman standing not far away from the crowd. At that time, the heroine of this world, Christine, was talking to her friend: "This person is so strange, wearing a mask." Christine said in a low voice, looking at the man with half of his British and American face in doubt.

As a master of music in the area, Eric can distinguish any sound with his ears, even if the sound is like a mosquito, let alone a woman's whispering?

He turned his head slightly to look over, his dark pupils were calm but not to be underestimated.Christine shrugged slightly, feeling ashamed of being caught for speaking ill of others, she tried her best to show a nice smile, and then lowered her head.

Fan Haoran naturally saw the movements of the two, but he raised his eyebrows slightly, still looking gentle and gentle, and left after explaining the matters about the theater.

There are still a bunch of people who want to get married that have not been dealt with, and he will reject these messy things as soon as possible.It's just that when I went back, I couldn't find the invitations sent. I asked the butler, and the butler said strictly that all the invitations had been handed over to Master Eric.

Fan Haoran immediately laughed. He touched his lips and sat in front of the piano. Under the bright light, he thought of the person who sneaked into his room every night in the middle of the night, with cautious steps, involuntary murmurs, and insatiable kisses. ...

That person will be the love of his life.

Even if he knows well, perhaps what this love will bring him will be the pain for a long time to come.Eric is a mortal, he does not have the ability to live forever, and even though he can travel through time and space, he does not have the ability to give others eternal life.

Eric will die.

This is the ending he knew from the beginning.He can't have him forever.

This kind of cognition made Fan Haoran feel irritable, but he couldn't help but step into such a love without a future.At least he can choose to spend the time of his life with that inferior man.He still has endless time in the future to savor the sweetness this love gave him.Maybe there will be heartache when I think of it, but time will always dilute everything, filter the pain, and leave the only fragrance.

"Eric, don't worry." The blond handsome Duke looked gently at the empty piano, and he whispered softly, "We still have a lifetime to love each other."

—even if it's an unsolvable dead end for me.