The Phantom of the Opera Music Angel

In 1850, Paris.

The heavy rain suddenly fell, and the pedestrians on the road hurriedly dodged and fled in all directions, in a panic.

However, the small body on the road only moved slightly, and didn't even get up.

It was a little girl about five years old.She was half arched, curled up on the ground.The cold rain hit her body, and she only convulsed slightly.Her black hair was stuck to her body by the rain, and the dust on her face was washed away in the rain, revealing half of her childish and beautiful face. The little girl was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to turn over, letting the other half of her face soak in the stagnant water .

In her dark eyes, the light had almost gone out.

After a long time, someone finally stopped in front of her.

The little girl only saw a pair of long rain boots in front of her. She tilted her head weakly, spat out the accumulated water in her mouth, and saw the person who had stopped.a man.

Probably shouldn't be called a man.Although he was tall, he was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.It's just that his face is gloomy and cold, which makes people feel awe without knowing it, thus ignoring his age.

He wears a black poncho and a white mask on the right side of his face.The strong impact of black and white makes the half of his face revealed perfectly like a god.

He frowned and looked at the little girl at his feet.

Same age as Christine.

This thought prompted him to squat down and help the little girl up without being too gentle.

When she got up, she realized that she was really beautiful.Comparable to Christine.Her jet-black eyes were so clean and transparent that it was unbelievable, and her childish face was like the tenderest flower.

Her beauty touched his most secret pain, he let go of his hand subconsciously, the little girl fell heavily on the ground, and the right half of her face was immersed in the pond again, becoming blurred.

However, the little girl didn't make any sound.That dead silence.He heard the sound of heavy rain hitting the ground, but the little girl's silence made him feel that there was a dead silence between the world and the earth.

He helped her up again.He didn't quite understand what he was doing, and he originally planned to go back as soon as possible.But those black eyes touched his heart.

Those gentle, quiet, desperate black eyes.

"What's your name, dear child?" he finally spoke.When he spoke, it was obviously just the most ordinary words, but when they came out of his mouth, it was like the most moving music.It is a kind of gentle music that makes people willing to indulge in darkness.

She raised her face, hope was rekindled in those eyes that moved him.She raised her arm with difficulty and slowly spelled "Darlene" into his.

"Darlene—soft, sweet, loving, what a name." There was a hint of gentleness in his voice. "Can't you talk? My pretty Darlene?"

She looked at him with wide, dark eyes, puzzled, as if not understanding what he was saying.He repeated it patiently.

This time she understood and nodded.

"Very well, then, Darlene, you can come with me. Be my . . . apprentice."

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