[Tutor] A boy jumped over the wall

My name is Emily, an ordinary name, so ordinary that you can find a lot of girls named Emily in any street in Sicily.

I was born in the slums, sold to the opera house by my parents before I had any consciousness, and grew up in a messy warehouse.They call me Emily, because the last girl committed suicide because she couldn't stand their bullying, her name was Emily.And I am the next Emily who replaces her.

I hate this name.

Doing dirty and tiring work every day, eating black bread as hard as a stone, living in the dark like a mouse.

Once, I slipped out when they were not paying attention, and secretly looked at the glamorous dignitaries and nobles in the auditorium through the curtain.They were reserved and polite, with implicit arrogance in their eyes, appreciating the beautiful opera attentively.There are also girls who are similar to me in the seat, but they are very different.

I took a look at their delicate hair, their meticulously crafted skirts, and then at my gray-black men's shabby overcoat, feeling a sense of shame in my heart.

I want to look at them a few more times so that I can remember what they are wearing, and when I make money later, maybe I can buy a dress before I grow old.I grabbed the curtain and leaned forward more and more, only those beautiful skirts were in my eyes for a while.

A little further... a little further...

At this time, I only heard a "tearing" sound, and before I had time to react, I tugged at the curtain and fell to the ground.A woman's screams, noisy noises, and familiar sharp curses came from beside her ears.

— Emily!you are done!See if I don't beat you to death today!

It was that fat woman again, berating and scolding at will, relying on her own housekeeping.I lay on the ground in my original posture like a dead body, protesting passively at her brutality.

The injury from last time hasn't healed yet, it looks like he's going to break some ribs this time.

At this moment, a gentle female voice sounded above her head, like an angel whispering.

Don't do that to a child, she said.

Her off-white long dress was dragged on the stage, and the hem of the skirt was covered with a lot of dust.I stared blankly at the hand that stretched out to me, it was white, delicate and slender.

This must be the hand stretched out by God, otherwise how could it bring light?

I stood up at a loss, looked at those beautiful eyes and smiled at me.Standing beside her was a young man, tall and thin, who also smiled kindly at me.

This is really an unprecedented first time.The fat woman bowed her head obsequiously and couldn't stop agreeing, wishing she could kneel on the ground and lick their feet.

I forgot everything, as if I heard the angel's Sanskrit singing in my ears, I kept watching them go away in a daze.

I learned later that the lady's name was Valentina.

From that day on, it was as if Cinderella had been enchanted, and everyone in the opera house became friendly to me.Instead of swearing at me or tearing my hair out, I got a chance to learn how to sing.

I learned decently, and I was born with a high-pitched singing voice.They started to flatter me, assign roles to me, and even have my own separate room.

My closet was filled with all kinds of expensive long dresses, but I didn't have the original desire.

At the end of every performance, I look for familiar faces in the auditorium.To my dismay, they haven't been back since that day.

I couldn't help feeling a bit annoyed and disappointed that I was cheated, even though they didn't leave me any promises.

Until one day, a newspaper was dumped on my desk.The fat woman resumed her usual arrogance, pointing at the headlines of the newspaper and mocking wantonly.I glanced at it, and my mind went blank.

The whole family was wiped out?them? !

Her twittering and abuse were completely ignored by me. I picked up the newspaper and read it over and over again in disbelief.

……I do not believe.

How could it be that they all died!

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Later, I left the opera house where I had stayed for more than ten years, and sneaked out with a few clothes and my little savings.

They tried to control me, took my expensive jewelry and clothes, and put a lock on the door.It's just that I shouldn't have thought that I would risk my life and jump out of the window, abandoning everything here and disappearing.

At first I was terrified because I hadn't been out in the world for a long time.Soon, I was surrounded by a sense of happiness called "freedom".If I have no money, I will find a place to sell and sing, and wait until I have enough money before proceeding to the next journey.I inquired about them while staying away from my previous life.

It turned out that they didn't care about my leaving, otherwise they would have been discovered and taken back with me if they had only used shoddy hair dye and camouflage.

It was a bright morning.

When I finished the song, I opened my eyes and saw the biggest surprise in my life.

He seemed to have transformed, his gentle eyes were no longer as simple as they were before, but they were still heart-warming.

Almost instantly I understood why he stopped here - because of his nostalgic gaze.

Obviously, he didn't recognize me.After all, the original side was too embarrassing, and it was only natural that he couldn't recognize it.

He smiled and asked my name.

I almost blurted out "Emily".However, the next second, I changed my decision.

I was obsessed with an eager mind, so I used that name without authorization.

I said my name was Valentina.

...Yes, I lied to him from the beginning.

Noticing his shocked expression, I felt guilty and secretly happy at the same time—this way he won't abandon me and go away.

Perhaps the best decision I ever made in my life was to lie to him.

Every day after that was immersed in the expectation of a new life.Once, people from the opera house found me and begged me to go back.

I sneered at their ugly faces and firmly refused.

Although they were terribly disappointed, they dared not do anything to me.Look, this is the benefit of being protected by a big man. Under the banner of Balian, no one dares to touch me.

It's just that I got too much, and I gradually gave birth to thoughts that I shouldn't have.I want him to send me red roses, and I want his tenderness to stay here.

— not the man named Squalo.

I was thinking, just wait like this, will he fall in love with me one day?Even if you treat me as a substitute for that man?

It's just that I still haven't waited until that day.

I don't know the origin of that group of people. They controlled my body, said terrible things, and tried to sow discord between them.

In the darkness, I struggled to escape.I tried my best to break through the shackles and gain control of my body!

"Pfft-"

It seems that it is too late.

This is my first close encounter with the man named Squalo.He froze in shock, I wanted to give him a friendly smile, but I couldn't pull the corners of my mouth stiff.

Coldness, despair, and fear all struck one by one.I fell down and heard Chris's piercing cry.

For a moment, I actually thought that this was the first time he called my name out of control.

I want to explain, I want to smile back, I want to sit up and say hello, I want to have his hug, kiss—but it's too late.

My mind slowly fell into the boundless darkness, which also took away the words I kept on my lips.

……sorry.

and also.

I love you.