dessert and music

Hilda looked up at Eric's golden pupils, she hesitated.Eric seemed to feel her hesitation, and he held out his ring-wearing right hand to Hilda.

He was making an invitation to her silently.

This time Hilda didn't hesitate any longer, and put her hand in Eric's.

The door in the wall is closed again, and everything is back to how it was before.

There were no candles placed beside this secret passage, and the only light source was the candlestick in Eric's own hand.Hilda looked down at the pitch-black ground, her skirt was already wet by the water on the ground.

Eric leads Hilda to his basement.

The basement is still the same, but the bouquet of flowers in the living room is gone. "Where are the flowers that are placed here?" Hilda asked suspiciously.Eric took off his cloak, came behind Hilda, and replied, "It's withered."

That's a pity, she still clearly remembers the bouquet of extremely bright red roses placed on the organ, the roses... the passionate red seems to be able to really light up the basement.

Hilda nodded and began to visit Eric's basement.Although she had been to the basement many times, she had never been to the place Eric took her into this time.

There is an underground lake with a boat parked on it and a white horse tied up next to it.Hilda walked forward and touched the horse's mane with her hands. The white horse subdued her hand with its head. Hilda smiled softly, then turned around and asked, "It has its own name." Is it?" "Caesar." Eric sat back in front of his organ, took out a piece of brown paper, dipped some red ink with a quill pen, and didn't know what he was writing on.

"Caesar..." Hilda called softly.The horse named Caesar barked twice and rubbed his head against her clothes.

Hilda walked to a desk, on which some blank sheet music was placed in a mess, she stretched out her hand and flipped through it a few times - a music box placed next to the desk attracted Hilda's attention.

She put down the music paper in her hand, and held up the music box with both hands—it was a square wooden box with a little monkey in typical oriental costume sitting on it, holding a pair of gongs in its hands.Hilda saw the spring next to it, and she turned it a few times slightly.

A beautiful melody sounded in the basement.

Eric, who was writing something, heard the melody, looked up at Hilda, and blinked a few times quickly.Hilda recognized it—it was the melody of the melody that had been sung merrily at the masquerade that day.She gently put the music box in her hand back on the table, and hummed softly:

"Masquerade

Paperface on parade

paper mask

Masquerade

Hide your face

hide your face

so the world will never find you..."

the world will never find you

Although Hilda was humming softly, it was very loud in the quiet basement.

Eric also stopped writing at this time, and he also sang to the melody:

"Hide your face

hide your face

so the world will never find you"

the world will never find you

She heard Eric's voice, turned to look at Eric sitting in front of the organ, and he kept singing this line repeatedly. "Do you know who wrote this piece?" she asked Eric suddenly.

"..." Eric froze for a moment, "I don't know..."

Hilda was obviously disappointed by his answer, she lowered her head and touched the music box again.Seeing her affection for the music box, Eric added, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"Really!" Hilda quickly raised her head to look at Eric wearing a mask, a little excited. "Hmm." Eric suddenly met Hilda's gaze, and was a little flustered.

But she still didn't take the music box away in the end, she sighed and looked away.

Eric also put the written paper into the envelope at this time, stamped it with red wax, walked down from the stage, handed the letter to Hilda, and said, "Help me deliver this letter to Those two managers." "This is?" Hilda asked, taking the envelope. "Some things to note about my new play." Eric snorted, "I didn't expect that I would have to remind those two stupid managers that they are full of francs!"

Isn't that right, Hilda thought as she fingered the wax badge with OG written on it.The chandelier fell down in the theater that day, and one thing the two theater managers thought of was to ask the audience not to refund their tickets.

Sure enough, his mind was full of francs.

Hilda nodded and said, "I will hand it over to them." She touched Caesar again, turned and walked back to the secret passage that came in. "Wait, don't go that way," Eric said to Hilda.He turned and pointed to a door behind him and said, "Go that way."

Eric went to open the door, and Hilda followed, clutching the letter.He picked up a candlestick from the side and handed it to Hilda afterward. She took the candlestick and walked into the secret passage.

She held up the candle and came to the end of this dark passage. It was a transparent mirror, and she could clearly see the room opposite the mirror.Hilda clearly saw a light gray cloak in the room--it was hers.Hilda reached out and pushed the mirror away.

Sure enough, this was the room where she and Christine stayed together.

She left the candlestick in the secret passage and closed the mirror.And then Christine opened the door and walked in.

Seeing Hilda looking in the mirror, Christine asked, "Hilda, where were you just now?" Get up, shake in front of Christine.

"I found this letter on the stairs on the second floor." "Letter?" Christine walked up to see it clearly.At this moment, Mrs. Geary opened the door and walked in. She saw the two girls in front of her staring at a letter with her head lowered. come over.

Mrs. Geary asked them, "Where did you find it?" "Hilda found it by the stairs." Christine replied when she saw Mrs. Geary who looked a little nervous.

"Oh..." She looked at Hilda who was quiet on the side, then turned to Christine and said, "Christen, Piangi is not satisfied with his stage moves, and I want you to rehearse with him." Understood, ma'am." Christine lifted her skirt and ran out of the room.

"Miss Hilda." Mrs. Geary saw Christine leaving the room, and said to her, "Did you really find it on the stairs?" "Yes, ma'am." Hilda nodded Answer with a firm tone.

Mrs. Geary took the letter and walked to the door, turned her head and told Hilda, "Don't hang out in the theater, this is the Paris Opera House, not some unknown little church."

She saw Hilda nodded, turned and closed the door and left.

The author has something to say:

What I have to say today is——

I can finally accept the old immortal plot.

(Of course it's not because Australia's stage beauty is so beautiful)

I can accept everything before, but in the end I am really incompetent! !

Meg's gun misfired really ummmm I don't understand.

If it were me, I'd set the gun to be out of bullets.