dessert and music

She's going to find Eric!

Hilda ran down the stairs quickly, but instead of looking for Christine at the stage, she ran out through the theater doors to where she had first seen him.

Panting, she came to the iron bars on the left side of the theater and knocked on the iron bars-no answer.Of course, Hilda herself didn't have much hope of finding Eric here.

There was only one place, and she suddenly thought of it, lifted her dusty skirt, and ran to that place.The smell of wheat and the sweetness of butter still lingered in the air of this street. Hilda went to the corner bakery and opened the white wooden door and went in.

"Jingling..." The bell on the door frame rang as Hilda opened the door. "Welcome to Ai-Hilda?" Anne, who was wearing a white lace apron, came out of the baking room when she heard the noise. He took a glass of water and walked up to Hilda.

Anne handed her the cup in her hand, and Hilda drank it in one gulp, and hurried to the stairs of the bakery. "Hilda, what are you—" "Sorry, Anne, I'm here for business." Hilda interrupted Anne anxiously, and she looked at Anne with some pleading eyes and said, "Can you go back to baking now Is it in the baking room? I have to deal with something." Annie glanced suspiciously, then turned and went back to the baking room.

Hilda pushed away the wall next to the staircase, and it could still be opened.Relieved, she knelt down and took a still-burning candle.

The dark passage is still so bright, and the candles placed on the ground are like new ones, only burned a little.

She didn't lift the hem of her skirt, just walked quickly to the door of the basement. "Eric!" cried Hilda, banging on the door, but only her echo came from the dark passage.

This door is usually not locked.

"Hilda?" Daloga held up the candlestick, and saw the person standing at the door of the basement under the faint candlelight.Hilda turned her head and saw an acquaintance, and burst into tears.

Seeing her cry, Daloga, feeling suddenly saddened by himself, hurried over.

After a while, Hilda's sobs turned into whimpers. She raised her head and said to Daloga in front of her, "Why doesn't Eric want to see me..." "I don't know." Daloka Answer honestly, "Did he tell you something?" "He told me to leave here, to leave Paris." Hilda turned her head and looked at the closed door, "I know it's because of his... But I don't want to! I don't want to leave here." Daloja understood, and Hilda understood now.

Daloga shook her head and sighed, Hilda stood in front of him and bit her lip—she seemed to have said something that shouldn't be said...

"Let's go, child." Daloga said suddenly, "Go back to the Paris Opera House first, I heard that Christine is looking for you." Hilda shook her head vigorously, and she wanted to wait here. "You don't want to leave Paris if you don't want to, no one can force you." He whispered to her in a soft tone.

Hilda's eyes lit up, and she said quickly, "Then I'll go back." She walked around Daloga with the candle, walked back, stopped, turned and said to him seriously, "Thank you, Daloga. "

Seeing Hilda's disappearing figure, Daroga put the candlestick aside, raised his hand and knocked rhythmically on the door.This time the door was opened——

"You heard it all."

"Ah."

Back at the Opéra, it was night, and Hilda went up the stairs to the floor where she and Christine had rooms.

"Where have you been!" An anxious voice shouted, "You scared me to death! Hilda." Christine stood at the door of the room and saw Hilda approaching, and ran up to hold her hand.Seeing that Christine was in such a hurry, Hilda lowered her head and said sorry softly.

Christine took her back to the room, saw that her skirt was covered with mud spots, turned around and took a white pajamas and handed it to Hilda.

"Thank you." Hilda took it and went to replace the screen.Christine saw the mark left by the burning candle on her finger, and asked, "What happened?" "Nothing." "I don't believe it." Christine also sat on the bed, straightened up and asked again, "Where have you been?"

Hilda didn't know which joke was poked by her, so she chuckled a few times: "I went back to the bakery, it's really okay."

Christine knew that she was very serious now, unlike her usual self, she also laughed when she heard Hilda's chuckle, and said, "I will believe you once first, if I find out that you lied to me, I will do it again." I don't care about you." Hilda, who was sitting across from her, quickly nodded and agreed, she did go to the bakery, didn't she?

"Okay, I see you are tired too, should you rest first?" Christine asked with concern. "Well, you should also rest well, there is a performance tomorrow." Hilda lay down on the pillow, closed her eyes and replied.

Both Hilda and Christine got up very early today, one was because of today's performance, and the other was because of something to do.

"Will you come to see me tonight?" Christine was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her blonde hair with a comb. "Maybe I won't go." Hilda said standing in front of the window, looking at the crowd walking below. "Okay." Christine said with some disappointment. She stood up and took a piece of sliced ​​bread in her hand. "Then I'll go first." "Good luck!" Hilda said to her with a smile.

She walked from the window to the door, glanced back at the full-length mirror on the wall, and quickly left the room with her head down.

Hilda walked down the street with her hands behind her back, her steps getting lighter and lighter.

Today's weather is exceptionally good. The bright sun shines through the clouds and sprinkles on the ground. The energetic children are playing in the sun. The old people also moved out of their chairs and sat on both sides of the street, talking with their neighbors. Chatting with each other.

She came out to buy some ready-made clothes, and the original clothes were all thrown in the carriage that day.

"Welcome to the clothing store." As soon as Hilda opened the store door, the enthusiastic clerk walked to the door to welcome the customers. "What do you need?" the clerk asked, looking at her.

It can be said that Hilda is very familiar with Mrs. Malone in this store. She has been buying clothes here for several years.

"Could you please call Mrs. Malone?" "Oh, Hilda!" a female voice was more enthusiastic than the clerk called. "Good day, Mrs. Malone." Hilda responded with a smile, "I think I need some dresses." "Let me find them for you." Mrs. Malone kindly pulled her to a row of dresses .

Finally, Mrs. Malone packed a shirt, two long skirts, and two exaggerated hats that could not be worn out on weekdays.

"...Thank you, ma'am." Hilda didn't expect Mrs. Malone to be so enthusiastic today, showing her clothes one after another, with a lot of exaggerated adjectives.

"Oh, you're welcome, come again next time!" Mrs. Malone smiled and sent her to the door.

It was already afternoon, Hilda smiled helplessly.She hugged her clothes and hurried to the opera house.

The author has something to say:

Today is the New Year in the North! ! (This is a person who goes to school in the north and goes to the south)

Happy New Year!

Has the stove been sacrificed?Eating maltose every day these days is sweet, I hope Lord Stove can say more good things hahahahahahaha.

New Year's Eve is coming soon——!Good luck to everyone!