The story continues, the story of Aubrey and Vivien. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Farewell, Vivien! ……”

"Farewell, Aubrey! ……”

The young man staggered forward and said sarcastically:

"Oh! You wouldn't object to me coming to the theater once in a while to cheer you on, would you? ”

"I'll never sing again, Aubrey! ……”

"Really?" Orbrey asked sarcastically, "I am so impressed that he must have arranged more fun for you!" …… But what if we can see you on the forest promenade in the next few days? ”

"No, Aubrey, no, no, you'll never see me again......"

"Do you know what devil's place you're going? …… Which hell are you going to again, Miss Mystery! …… Which heaven do the fighters go to! ……”

"That's what I'm here to tell you about, but right now, I don't want to say anything...... You don't believe me! You've lost faith in me, Ramal, it's all over......"

When she said, "It's all over!" At this sentence, the voice was so desperate that Aubrey shuddered, and remorse began to consume his heart......

"Anyway, you should tell me why! …… You are a free person, you are not bound by anything, you can roam the streets at will, you can wear a black robe to the ball, why don't you go home? What have you been doing for the past fifteen days? What do you mean by the story of the musical angel you told to Mrs. Quinn? Someone has deceived you by taking advantage of your credulity. This is what I saw with my own eyes in Mysterytown. Right now. You know very well in your heart, Vivien, I don't think you're confused, you know what you're doing. But Mrs. Quinn has been deceived by you, and has listened to your rhetoric. Vivian, I ask you to explain! What kind of farce is this? ”

Vivien took off her mask and said only one word:

"It's a tragedy! Friends ......"

Aubrey looked at her face and couldn't help but cry out in horror and horror. The ruddy complexion of the past has completely disappeared, and the gentle and charming, demure and graceful face is covered with a layer of pale color, which looks miserable! Pain carve relentlessly into her face. The eyes are as clear and clear as the lake, but at the moment they seem dim, mysterious, and unfathomable, shrouded in a melancholy shadow.

"My friend! My friend! Aubrey trembled and stretched out his arms, "You promised to forgive me......"

"Perhaps! …… Maybe one day......" she said, putting on her mask again, turning away, waving her hand and motioning for Aubrey not to come with her.

He tried to rush forward, but she turned around and waved her hand so resolutely that Aubrey did not dare to take a step forward.

He watched Vivien drift away...... Then he went downstairs and returned to the crowd, his mind blank, completely unaware of what he was doing. His temples throbbed violently, his heart twisted like a knife, and he asked if anyone had seen the red-clad Grim Reaper everywhere he went. And others always ask rhetorically: "Who is the Red Death?" He replied, "A gentleman in a skull mask and a red coat." "People say they just saw the red-clothed Grim Reaper dragging his red coat past, but Aubrey couldn't find him. Around two o'clock in the morning, Aubrey turned backstage and came to the hallway that led to Vivien's dressing room.

He walked step by step to this sad place, knocked on the door, and there was no response. So, he drilled over again as he had last time looking for a man's voice. There was no one in the room, and a gas lamp gave off a faint glow. A small desk had some stationery scattered around. He wanted to write a letter to Vivien. At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps in the hallway...... He had to quickly hide in the small living room separated by a curtain. A hand pushed open the door, and it turned out to be Vivien!

He held his breath. He wanted to see what was going on! I still want to find out! …… His instinct told him that he was going to be part of the secret, and perhaps, he would really know something......

Vivien walked in, wearily removing her mask and throwing it on the table. She buried her head, held that beautiful face in both hands, and kept sighing. What was she thinking? Want Aubrey? …… No! For Aubrey heard her whisper, "Poor Eric! At first, he thought he had misheard, and he was convinced that the most sympathetic person in the world was himself, Aubrey. With their current ending, she sighed softly: "Poor Lamar! "It's a natural thing. However, she shook her head and repeated, "Poor Jeffrey! "Who the hell is this Eric, and Vivien will say his name? Why would a little fairy from the north grieve for a man named Jeffrey, and not say a word about poor Aubrey?

Vivien began to write, her expression calm and calm. Aubrey was still haunted by what had just happened, and when he saw her so calm, a wave of resentment arose. "How ruthless!" He muttered to himself. Vivien kept writing, page after page. Suddenly, she looked up and tucked all the paper into her blouse...... He seemed to be listening carefully to something...... Aubrey listened too...... Where did that strange sound come from? This distant melody? …… A low singing voice seemed to come from the wall...... Yes, it's like the walls are singing! …… The singing voice is getting clearer and clearer...... I heard the lyrics...... The sound is wonderful, very gentle, and very charming...... Still, I could hear a man's voice...... It's getting closer...... Walk through the wall...... Entering the room, right in front of Vivien. She stood up as if there was someone next to her, and opened her mouth to speak to it.

"I'm here, Jeffrey," she said, "and I'm ready." You're late, friend. ”

Aubrey hid behind the curtain and watched carefully. He couldn't believe his eyes, he didn't see anything!

Vivien's face shone with a smile on her bloodless lips, like the smile on the face of a man who has just recovered from a serious illness when he sees his illness subside.

The disembodied voice began to sing again, and Aubrey had never heard such a wonderful singing, and every note, every breath was perfectly grasped. The vocal range is wide, the timbre is strong and graceful, the high-pitched magnificent and graceful, the passionate place is not depleted, the delicate place is exciting, and the longs of all families are integrated, which is breathtaking! It is like a source of serenity and purity of music, which the saints of music can drink and suck in, and then their singing is endowed with divine power to reach an otherworldly state. Aubrey listened with emotion, and he began to understand why Vivien was able to display an astonishing sound quality and extraordinary passion in that night's performance, perhaps under the influence of this mysterious master who had only heard and not seen anyone. Aubrey also noticed that those general minor keys, when he sang them, became so moving. He seems to have a knack for turning straw into gold bars. The plain lyrics, the simple and vulgar and monotonous melody, were blown into the sky by his breath and plugged into the wings of passion.

At the moment, it is singing "Wedding Night" from Romeo and Juliet.

Aubrey saw Vivien, just as he had heard "The Resurrection of Lazar" in Perrault's cemetery that night, and stretched out his arms to the voice......

No one can sing with such passion as he has:

"Fate has brought you to me, never to leave again! ……”

Aubrey's heart was wrenching, and he desperately resisted the magic that made him lose his mind, his will, and his strength, and that was what he needed most at this moment. He opened the curtain and walked straight for Vivien. She was walking towards the wall of the room, which was a huge mirror. The mirror reflected Vivien's figure, and Aubrey was standing directly behind her, completely blocked by her, so she couldn't see him.

"Fate has brought you to me, never to leave! ……”

Vivien continued to walk, and the shadows in the mirror fell, and the two Vivians, a body and a shadow, collided and coincided with each other, and Aubrey reached out to grab the two Vivians.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Aubrey suddenly felt dizzy, and couldn't help but stagger back a few steps. There were not just two Vivians, but four, eight, twenty...... Gently wrap him in the middle and laugh at him. Suddenly, all the figures disappeared, and he didn't even grasp any of them. Eventually, everything stood still, and he saw his own shadow in the mirror, while Vivien vanished.

He rushed to the mirror, and there was nothing but a wall! However, the room still reverberates with a distant and moving melody:

"Fate has brought you to me, never to leave again! ……”

Obrey wiped the sweat from his hands and groped his way to the gaslight in the darkness. He knew very well that he was not dreaming, but that he was caught in a wonderful bet, and he didn't know how to bet on it, maybe the game would consume him. He felt like an adventurous prince who had offended the fairy's rules for love and could only be punished......

Where did Vivien leave from?

Where will she come back? ……

Will she ever come back? Forget it! Didn't she say it was all over? …… The wall stopped singing: "Fate brought you to me, never to leave again." "Brought to me? Who's around?

Aubrey felt physically and mentally exhausted, and his mind went blank as if he had lost a battle. He sat in Vivien's place, like her, with his head in the palm of his hand. When he lifted it again, his cheeks were already soaked with tears, and he was like a jealous child, with tears of sadness. These tears are not for this unfortunate and miraculous ending, but for love, like all people in love in the world. He shouted, "Who's Jeffrey, Jeffrey. Quinn? ”

It doesn't matter who it is......