dessert and music

In the afternoon of the second day, Hilda took the luggage she packed yesterday, took some biscuits and toast to satisfy her hunger, and waved goodbye to Mrs. Irene and Annie.

"Be careful on the road," Mrs. Irene told softly as she touched Hilda's hand while standing at the door of the bakery. She took out a money bag from her pocket and stuffed it into Hilda's pocket. "Take care."

Hilda felt her eyes sore, she sniffed her nose hard, and said gratefully to Mrs. Irene: "Thank you for taking care of me this year, thank you very much!" Then she looked behind Mrs. Irene who was secretly wiping tears Annie, "Nice to meet you, little Annie."

Anne wept harder when she heard Hilda's words.

"You have to take care of yourself." "I will." Hilda turned around and got into the carriage she rented. When she was about to get on, she turned around and bowed deeply to Mrs. Irene behind her. , She took out a letter from her arms and handed it to Madam Irene.

She was sitting in the carriage, touching the purse given by Mrs. Irene in her hand.

Anne watched Hilda's carriage go farther and farther until it was out of sight before turning back to the bakery.

"Miss Anne? Right?" At this time, a lady in a long black dress and with her hair curled up followed Anne in and asked.Anne was taken aback, and said, "Yes." "Where is Irene? She said she has something to ask me to come to her." The lady looked around and did not find Mrs. Irene, and asked again.

"Ms. Geary? You're here." Mrs. Irene walked down the stairs with a small bag at this time. "This is?" "Hilda's francs. Let's go up and talk."

Annie watched the two ladies go upstairs to talk about things, wiped away her tears and went back to the baking room.

The carriage drove steadily towards the cemetery in Pero Town. Hilda closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Not long after, the groom called out, "Miss, the Perot town cemetery is here."

Hilda opened her eyes and raised her hands to rub her sore neck, put her luggage on the carriage and got off the carriage.The iron gate of the cemetery was open, which made her feel strange—there was no one in the cemetery.

It was already night when we came to the cemetery, and the moonlight was very bright tonight, shining on the stone bricks on the ground, making the entire cemetery very bright.The tombstones on both sides are arranged very neatly, and there are flowers beside some tombstones.

Hilda went to her mother's tombstone, knelt down and prayed devoutly. "Mother," Hilda touched the notch on the tombstone and said softly, "I'm leaving Paris and heading north... I don't know where I'm going, maybe I'll settle down somewhere, maybe I'll Always on the way... Mrs. Irene was very kind to me, but I was sorry for her. Annie is the new little girl, she is very cute and I like her very much...but now I leave them, just like you left me... ...I miss you very, very much, Mother."

Hilda couldn't help herself when she said this, and began to sob silently.

"Hilda?" A female voice sounded behind Hilda, "Is that you?" Hilda stopped sobbing and turned to look at the girl.

"It's you, Christine." When she saw Christine, she frowned.Christine also knelt down at this time. She looked at the tombstone in front of Hilda and said, "Is this your mother?" "Yes, my favorite mother." Hilda replied.

Christine looked at the tombstone, crossed herself on her chest, and said, "Your mother must be very beautiful." Yes, Hilda answered silently in her heart, her mother is very beautiful, her mother is The most beautiful woman in the world.

"Look," Christine pulled Hilda up and led her to another tombstone, "This is my father, he was an excellent violinist and the best father ever. "

"You must love the sound of your father's violin." "Yeah, I love sitting by the fireplace and listening to my father playing the violin. I..." Christine's voice stopped abruptly.

At this moment, the sound of an almost negligible violin reached their ears.

Christine suddenly became excited. She shook Hilda's arm and said excitedly: "This is my father's favorite piece of music!"

But there is no one around here!Not to mention any musicians.Hilda saw Christine looking up at the sky, arms raised upwards, a look of fascination on her face.

Hilda didn't know what to do, and she looked at the sky inexplicably.

The sound of the violin was getting louder and louder, as if the person playing the violin was all around us.

"Christine!"

"Raul!" Christine suddenly woke up, and she had already walked to the door of the church, "What's wrong with me?"

The sound of the violin disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

Hilda also reflected at this time, this feeling was exactly the same as what she experienced last night.

Only one person can do it!

"It's the Phantom! Christine, you've been bewildered by the Phantom!" Raul grabbed Christine and shielded her behind him. "We know it's you, Phantom of the Opera! Come out!" Raul shouted.

——But no one responded here, at most it was the echo of Viscount Shani himself. .

Hilda felt that the temperature in the cemetery was getting colder, and she wrapped her cloak tightly.

"There's no one here." Christine said in fear, "Let's go back, Raul...I'm a little scared..."

"There must be someone here!" Raul quickly glanced around again.And Hilda looked up to the roof of the church and found a little white light there.

He's on the roof!

Hilda turned her head and said quickly to Christine: "He's on the roof, you two hurry up!" As soon as the words fell, a black shadow landed behind Hilda, and stretched out a hand to cover her mouth.

The author has something to say:

The current C in London is so beautiful qwq

Are all the collections little angels? Woohoo, weeping on the spot.

bow!grateful! !