"He's a good pianist." Agnes casually shook the gold-like liquid in the glass and said to Lunn next to her, her purest blue eyes reflected on the interface between the wine and the air in the glass, reflecting a faint blue shimmer.

"I thought you'd enjoy the crowd even more." Lunn said with a shrug.

Agnes curled her lips into a smile, leaning against the wall and sweeping the people in the bar in a position that looked extremely relaxed.

"I don't really like to look at these people, only that pianist here can make me feel better," Agnes raised her chin slightly to signal Lunn to look at a few people, "and the others, like those guys, I can only feel the rotting stench of corpses from them." ”

Lunn cast his gaze and saw several drunken men.

"They don't know what they're doing and they don't know what they're supposed to do. They feel that the newly received money must find a way to spend it immediately, so they indulge in sensual pleasures, making themselves feel like they have been fished out of a wine barrel...... Their lives are almost worthless. ”

"Maybe one day they'll drown themselves in the sewers before the end of their time, and people might fish them out before they decompose into a skeleton that doesn't tell who they are, and tell people the ridiculous cause of these guys' deaths, and then make it a talking point for people who know about them......"

"I don't understand what you're paying attention to in a place like this." Lunn said in a strange tone, "Their presence is normal here, at least I think it's normal. ”

Agnes didn't change her gaze, but stared at the crowd in front of her for a moment, then closed her eyes and didn't look at the scene in front of her, and then she turned her gaze back to the wine in her glass, the blue reflection and the golden liquor intertwined, as if it had been clumsily gilded with a layer of gold.

"I wouldn't have thought that before," Agnes said after a moment of silence, "I thought ...... It didn't affect me that much. ”

"At least when I was on board, I had not yet found the breath of those who indulged themselves in the temptations of the senses to be so suffocating that I could not help but have some not-so-good thoughts...... Even wanting to indulge my own madness. ”

Agnes placed the drink she hadn't taken a sip of since she held it on the low table next to her, a long crack in the fragile bottom of the glass.

"I should get out of here." Agnes said, turning her head to look at Lunn.

Lunn shrugged his shoulders and set the glass in his hand aside.

The deep night was not so pure under the various lights, and the cool evening breeze blew away the dizzying warmth of the bar on the skin.

Agnes's face quietly relaxed a little, and she took a deep breath to make her face less stiff.

"Actually, I quite like the pianist's music." Agnes allowed herself to curl the corners of her mouth slightly, "Although he is still a little green." ”

"If a month or two ago, I would have been willing to introduce him to someone who would have invested in him." Agnes said with a smile.

"Then he's really unlucky." Lunn said casually.

Agnes smiled and didn't speak.

Her gaze casually surveyed the lights around her, and the not-so-wide streets were intertwined with gray and color. Half of the exterior walls of some houses were covered with maple vines that had turned red, and faint lights peeked through the windows, and the faint sound of singing drifted in the evening breeze.

"What's that place over there?" Agnes asked in the direction the song came from.

"It's a theater that's about to run out." Lunn followed the direction of Agnes' gaze and replied aloud.

"Can't drive it anymore?" Agnes asked, a little confused.

"Yes," Lunn nodded, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Because of something, I heard that the owner of that theater is about to go bankrupt, although it was quite popular before. ”

"But it looks like they're still rehearsing the play?" Agnes asked, a little confused.

Lunn's face couldn't help but be a little strange, "It's just the heroine of the theater, and she seems to want to save the entire theater by herself." ”

Agnes couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, "I'm a little interested," she retracted her gaze, looked at Lunn to the side, and asked, "Can we go in at this time?" ”

Lunn's face couldn't help but become strange, and he looked Agnes up and down, "I don't think these should be binding on you. ”

"Maybe." Agnes said unconcernedly.

......

The dim shades cast by the dim street lamps, and the majestic marble doorposts and delicate gold reliefs blend with the classics, giving one an idea of what the theatre must have been in splendor during the day.

The doorway looked clean, with no cigarette butts or dust on the floor, no stains on the walls, and only a few posters with the word "" on them, which had not yet been taken down by the staff.

Even though the theater is still open from the outside, Agnes still feels a vague desolation and dilapidation, even conveying an eerie feeling in the dim lighting.

The door was closed, and Agnes pushed it casually, and the "creaking" sound of the door shaft came, and a faint light came through the crack in the door, and the soprano suddenly became a lot louder.

The curved staircase is made of pure white marble, the handrails are decorated with red marble, and the sides are carved with sumptuous reliefs, and the candlelight of tiny candles shines on the smooth floor. Agneth's eyes could clearly see some smoky black stains peeking out behind and above the fireworks, giving the painted patterns a little old.

The red velvet seats in the lobby are edged with gold accents, and the sky is empty, as if something is missing, and the whole theater seems to be a little dim and deep. The spacious and comfortable separate boxes on either side look at the stage and the seats below, looking a little detached.

"Stop talking about the darkness and forget these fears,"

"I'm here, nothing can hurt you,"

"My words warm and soothe you,"

"Let me set you free,"

"Let the day take away your tears,"

"I'm here, by your side,"

"Guarding and leading you,"

The figures on the stage answered each other and sang their own lines. Angnes took off her wide-brimmed hat with great interest, sat down in the seat in front of her, and looked at the figure on the stage.