dessert and music

Hilda and Annie hurried back from the theater to the bakery, and Mrs. Irene who heard the movement saw their panicked faces.Annie was still panting while dragging her coat. Mrs. Irene handed her a glass of water and asked Annie to stay in the bakery for a while before putting on her coat and leaving to send Annie home.

And Hilda ran up the stairs. She entered the bedroom without even taking off the rabbit mask on her face. She leaned against the door and opened the letter in her hand:

"Miss Hilda who is overly curious:

Goodnight.

I hope you don't think about any drastic drama the day Christine goes to the cemetery - if you have the idea now, I sincerely urge you to kill it.

If you still want to go there and do something and mess with my plans.It is not your thoughts that are eliminated, but you.

I wish you a happy life!

Another: I haven't received your gift for several days.

your faithful companion,

OG"

After reading these lines, Hilda trembled with her hands holding the letter. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath—another threat!

This is how many times she has been threatened by Eric?

She did have the idea of ​​going to the cemetery to stop Christine and Raul - not just to send a bouquet of flowers to her mother, this is mainly not Daloja's sentence - "No Christine Eric, may lose hope of life", did he think she wanted to wade in muddy water?

"Can I come in?" There were footsteps at the door, and Mrs. Irene's voice came in.She had already sent Annie back at this time, and she was very worried about what happened at the masquerade in the theater today, which made the two little girls so flustered.Hilda put Eric's letter in the drawer, calmed down her anxious mood, and said, "Please come in."

When Mrs. Irene opened the door, she saw Hilda was already sitting at the table. She didn't have the frightened and flustered look she had just arrived at the bakery.Seeing that Hilda had returned to her usual stable look, she asked, "What happened at the dance? I can't stop seeing you and Anne. Everyone who came out of the theater was so scared."

"I don't know what happened..." Hilda stared at Mrs. Irene, and replied seriously, "Annie and I were having fun in the hall, and suddenly the people standing in the middle of the hall screamed Get up, and then Annie and I ran back quickly."

She certainly wouldn't tell Mrs Irene the truth, especially about Eric.

She promised Dalogar.

Mrs. Irene obviously didn't believe Hilda's answer, but she knew that no matter how much she asked, she couldn't get any other answers.

Hilda saw Mrs. Irene leave her room, opened the drawer and glanced at the letter written in red ink.Then she put on a cloak, took a piece of lemon tart left behind, and carefully went downstairs to the secret passage.

The candles in the dark passage still glowed so brightly, it may have been changed several times in the middle.Hilda followed the candlelight to Eric's basement.

At this time, Eric was staring at Christine's wax figure, his eyes were a little empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Christine..." Eric held up the hem of the wedding dress and shouted obsessively, "You will still sing for me!" Eric suddenly changed his face - he heard Hilda's approaching footsteps Voice.

He didn't stand up, but kept the posture just now, and shouted a little angrily: "Why are you here!" "I...you said in your letter that I haven't received my food in the past few days, so I came to deliver it. ' Hilda made up some excuse, but she did bring a lemon tart.

"You won't come to me in the future. If you need to give me something to Daloga, just ask him to pass it to me." He put down his clothes, stood up and walked around Hilda to his door. When he got to the front, he stopped again, and said coldly, "I don't welcome visits from irrelevant people."

Irrelevant?Irrelevant!

Hilda's pupils shrank when she heard this word—it turned out that they were still strangers who had nothing to do with each other.Then why did she come to bring him food every day?Is it because it was Dalogar's request?Or was it because she was being self-indulgent and thought she had become friends with Eric these past few weeks?

Hilda smiled self-deprecatingly. She saw Eric still standing at the door with his back to her.

She could know Eric's expression at this time, and he was laughing at her self-indulgence.Hilda's eyes suddenly became hot, she turned around and staggered out of the basement.

Some of the flames jumping on the burning candles in the dark passage have been extinguished, and it became dark in an instant.She leaned against the wet and cold wall in the secret passage, tears kept gushing out from her eyes.

He cursed her, she did not hate him;

He threw her into the torture chamber and turned on the mechanism to make her go to hell, but she didn't remember him later;

He intimidated her again and again, threatened her, and she didn't blame him.

In Hilda's mind, she and Eric had been friends for a long time, perhaps from the beginning when Eric chose their bakery, she thought so.She was attracted by his singing and cared by him.She also thanked him for the ticket and cared about him.

Sure enough, this strange relationship could not last long.

Irrelevant?

Hilda read the word silently, feeling a little sore in her heart.

Indeed, they are also strangers.Even if there is some intersection, it is still a stranger.

Hilda tried to teach herself not to care so much.

Life goes on, doesn't it?

She stood up and reached out to wipe away the tears hanging from her cheeks.Step by step, following the flickering candlelight, I walked towards the bakery step by step.

The author has something to say:

Am I the only one who thinks the 89 movie version is okay? ?

(though maybe a little gory)

Black-haired C is also pretty.