dessert and music

The grand, exquisite and resplendent building in the center of Paris, once hailed as a miracle of painting, marble and gold, appeared in front of Hilda.

It made her think of an opera cake called Opera Cake that came out a few years ago.The shape of the cake is square, and the chef loves chocolate and coffee very much—the fragrant coffee cream filling is sandwiched in the layer of almond sponge cake soaked in coffee wine sugar liquid, and the surface is covered with a layer of chocolate. The stage in the theater is decorated with pieces of white chocolate in the shape of musical notes.

When Hilda heard the chef's cake, she didn't even have to think about how delicious it was-it was a work of art, it was a beautiful movement in the opera house.

Hilda held the ticket in the envelope in her hand, and it was a ticket like no other—no show, no seat number, no theater name, just the two letters OG written in red ink.

Is this a scam?She was a little nervous at this moment, probably not, the gentleman was so kind and his tone was very firm.She tried to convince herself it wasn't a prank.

But when she handed the ticket to the ticket inspector, her trembling hands still revealed her nervousness at the moment.

When the ticket inspector standing at the door saw the ticket—perhaps it could only be said to be a paper with two letters on it—he thought it was a prank by this ignorant girl, and said in a bad tone: "Miss, do you think it's a piece of paper?" Can you enter the Paris Opera House with just a piece of paper with two words written on it!" Hilda hurriedly took two steps back, and the ticket inspector quickly grabbed her wrist holding the ticket, and was about to call someone.A woman with black hair and a black skirt hurried out of the hall and stopped in front of them.

The lady took the ticket from the ticket inspector, looked at it carefully, and said to Hilda, "Come with me, miss. I'm your usher." "Ma'am, this is just a piece of paper... I I'm sure it's a prank!" said the ticket inspector to the lady.

"Gus, I advise you to say a few words less. You know, that Buquet..." The lady warned the ticket inspector named Gus, "Do more."

Gus seemed to have thought of something terrible, and quickly let go of Hilda's hand.

"Miss, please follow me." The lady turned and looked at Hilda.

What?Hilda's pupils constrict - is this true?Not a prank!She breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt sorry and guilty for misunderstanding that gentleman just now.

"Ma'am, where are we going now?" Hilda followed the lady up the stairs, passed through the auditorium and reached the left side of the box area. "Miss, I am Mrs. Geary." Mrs. Geary said, "You have been invited to box 5 of the Paris Opera House. It is the best place to enjoy the opera." "Madam, do you know who gave me this ticket?" ?” Hilda asked quickly.

Mrs. Geary paused when she heard the girl's question, and said in an unnatural tone, "I don't know, miss." Hilda didn't continue to ask, her instinct told her that this lady must know about that gentleman some information of .

Finally, Mrs. Geary stopped at the door of a box. "This is it, I wish you a happy mood." After saying that, Mrs. Geary turned around and left.

Arrived.

Hilda went into the box.Although she had never been to the theater or used a box, she felt that this box was different from the others.She seemed to have stepped on a movable plank when she came in. Hilda frowned, feeling a bad premonition, and a voice deep inside told her to leave quickly.

But she still chooses to stay here, she wants to see the opera.

Not long after, the curtain opened, but it was not the famous actress Carlota from Spain who came on stage, but an unknown blond girl.This is?Temporary corner change?Hilda looked at the girl and thought.

The other audience members in the audience were also surprised by this, and began to discuss in a low voice.

until the girl said—

"Think of me,

think about me

think of me waking,

think of me when i wake up

silent and resigned.

quiet submissive

Imagineme,

imagine me

trying too hard to put you from my mind.”

It's hard to erase you from memory

What kind of sound it was, Hilda couldn't describe it in words.The girl on the stage exudes natural elegance, and her every move makes people fascinated by her.Hilda felt that the blond girl seemed to have a golden light covering her.

Hilda was fascinated, she stared at the figure on the stage, and murmured in a low voice: "This is the angel..."

"Angel..." Hilda suddenly heard a voice beside her say.She turned her head to look around in a panic, but there was nothing there, and she felt more and more uneasy.But the heavenly voice of the blonde girl sounded again:

"Recall those days,

remember those days

look back on all those times,

remember all the old days

think of the things we'll never do-

Remember the things we didn't have time to do

there will never be a day,

no day

when I won't think of you...

I'm not thinking about you..."

At this time, a clear male voice sounded: "Bravo! Bravo!" Hilda turned her head to look, and a blond noble young man in the next box stood up and clapped his hands excitedly. Blonde girl.

"Flowersfade, thefruitsofsummerfade

The flowers will wither, the summer fruits will wither

They have their seasons so dowe

Flowers are seasonal and so are we

But please promise me, Thatsometimes

But promise me, once in a while—

you will think..."

you will think...

Hilda felt herself suddenly excited, this feeling was very strange, it seemed that it was not her who was excited, but her soul was trembling, as if she wanted to break through her body and sing in the air of the theater.

"Of me—"

The last note fell, and the girl on the stage threw up the silk scarf in her hand excitedly.Hilda's mouth was open, panting heavily, and she felt her throat tearing, as if she had been the one singing.Hilda propped her hands on the armrests of the chair, and the sweat on her back soaked her skirt.

All the audience in the theater stood up, clapping, applauding, and screaming non-stop. They were all cheering for the girl's wonderful performance and singing.

Hilda stepped back abruptly at this moment, stepped on something, and fell down.

The noble young man who was applauding for the blond girl only sensed some movement in the box next to him, but he didn't pay attention, his heart is now all on the blond girl.

The young man shouted excitedly: "Kristen! Bravo!"

The author has something to say:

A few days ago, I saw a small Norwegian C on the Internet,

The blond little C is really super pretty!

I found this cake on Du Niang, Opera is Opera hahaha.It is said that this cake was inspired by the Garnier Opera House, which is also known as the Paris Opera House in our mouth.

yeah! !