dessert and music

Hilda saw Christine and Viscount Shani getting farther and farther away in the boat. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Eric who was kneeling on the ground, and walked towards him with light steps.

Eric heard the footsteps gradually approaching, raised his head to look at Hilda, and said with a sob: "Aren't you going?" Hilda half knelt on the ground and said firmly: "No." Eric held out his hand.

Eric stared at Hilda's hand, he said puzzledly: "You—"

"Follow the murderer! Catch this creature!" The deafening shouts of the crowd came again.

"There's no time." Seeing that Eric was still kneeling on the ground, Hilda grabbed his hand and said, "Find your mask, grab your things, and follow me quickly, leave the basement!"

mask?It was only then that Eric realized that he was not wearing a mask. He just wanted to cover his face with his hands, but was pressed down by Hilda in front of him.

"I've seen it—I've seen it before, Eric." She looked Eric in the eyes and said seriously, "It's not scary at all."

Eric was taken aback when he heard her words.After a while he stood up, walked to his desk, picked up a bunch of music papers and put them in his bag, and shouted to the side: "Caesar!" A white shadow flew over and stopped in front of them.Eric stroked Caesar's mane and pointed to Hilda with his eyes.

Hilda didn't go directly, she turned around and picked up the little monkey music box on the table before walking to Eric. "What are you doing with this?" "Didn't you give it to me?" Eric put on the mask, looked at Hilda who was holding the music box, helped her onto the horse, grabbed the reins and sat on it.

"The Phantom of the Opera, right below!"

……

Hilda held the music box in one hand and Eric's clothes in the other, and asked, "Where are we going?" "Perot Town Cemetery," Eric replied.Caesar ran very fast and arrived at the cemetery in a while. He was indeed the best trained horse in the theater.

"What are you doing in the cemetery?" Hilda frowned, looking at the closed iron gate. "I'm here to get something." Eric stepped up and pushed lightly, the iron door opened, and they walked in one after the other.

Eric came to the door of the church in the middle, took out a violin from the side of the stone brick, put it on his neck, played it a few times, and tuned it.He turned to Hilda and asked, "Do you want to hear anything?" "It's all right." Hilda replied standing in front of the church, still holding the music box.

A soft and melodious music sounded under the moonlight-it was a familiar melody. Hilda closed her eyes and listened carefully.She seemed to have returned to the day when she first met Eric—in the basement, the deep, loving voice still echoed in her ears.

She opened her eyes and looked at Eric who was playing.The bright moonlight sprinkled on him, shrouded in a thin layer of hazy mist.Angel of music—Hilda remembered the word again, but his mask was whiter in the moonlight, and it seemed redundant to her.

"Eric," she called softly.Eric heard her voice, put down the violin, and the music stopped abruptly.

The wind from the cemetery hit Hilda, and she woke up suddenly, saying, "I'm a little cold." Her clothes were still wet, and her hair was half dry.

"Let's go." Eric put the violin back into its case, held it in his hand, and walked to Caesar, and Hilda hurried over.

"We're going to find a place to rest," Eric said. "I have a house outside the theater that was—forget it. No one's been in it since it was renovated, and there's going to be some dust." He helped He got Hilda on the horse, took the rope by himself, and said, "If you don't mind, you can rest there for one night and start tomorrow."

"Must I leave Paris?" Hilda asked in a low voice.Eric looked at the road in front of him and said, "It must."

Eric tied Caesar to the gate of the yard, and Hilda followed him into the room.This house is not big, with a small yard. The interior of the house is very warm, with warm colors, completely different from the dark and damp basement.Hilda walked to the sofa, put the music box in her arms on the table, swept the sofa lightly with her hand, and sat on it.

Really exhausted, Hilda looked at Eric who took off his cloak. She was leaning on the soft sofa, humming the melody of the violin just now.

Eric walked to the fireplace, picked up a few logs left by the side, and lit the fireplace.

The room suddenly lit up.Hilda stretched out her hand to feel the temperature of the fire, and asked, "Is it really okay for those... to stay in the basement?" Eric looked at the burning flames, and said, "Daloga has already destroyed the mechanism, it stands to reason It shouldn't matter." Daloga—yeah, where's Daloga?He was alone when Viscount Charney came in.

She was a little worried and was about to open her mouth to ask.At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Eric, Hilda! It's me!" Daloga called, knocking on the door.Hilda heard his voice and hurried over to open the door.

"Oh, it really is you." Daloga had several wounds on his face, which should have been scratched in the torture chamber.He handed over a small package in his hand and said, "Your clothes—Kristen gave me."

"Thank you, Daloja." Hilda stepped back to let him in. "Here's a letter." Daloga didn't sit down. He walked up to Eric and handed him what he was holding. "And this." The gold ring that Rick always wears on his finger.

Eric stared blankly at the ring in Daloga's hand, and he showed a bitter smile.

"Is it over..." He said sadly without picking up the ring.Seeing him like this, Daloga sighed and put the gold ring on the table, saying, "It's over."

Seeing the ring, Hilda thought of Christine again, she lowered her head and said nothing.

"Thank you, Daloga." Eric said wearily, and after finishing speaking, he picked up the letter and turned and walked up the stairs.Daloga watched Eric's figure disappear, he turned his head to see Hilda who was quiet beside him, and said, "Change your clothes, you are tired too."

Hilda nodded and said, "Will we meet again?" "Maybe—if there is a destiny." Daloga walked to the door and looked at Hilda who was sitting on the sofa with her head bowed, "But Hope to see you again.”

"Thank you." Hilda looked up and thanked again.Daloga opened the door and stepped out into the dark night.She got up and went to the window, watching Daloga disappearing into the night.

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