[Phantom of the Opera] Lover

Chapter 2

"This circus, from Paris, Miss Edler," he said, " you must see their performance.”

This is the third time a man has mentioned Paris.

The first two times are:

"Miss Adler, I heard that although New Orleans is already a city in the United States, but still retains the colonial style, people are like Parisians, restaurants ——, especially high-end restaurants, all French menu, French cooking, is it true or not?”

"Excuse me, Miss Edler, I don't know how New Orleans fashion is, but only the most lowly women in Paris wear these ankle-revealing skirts. I don't want to point at the ladies' clothes, but you really shouldn't show your beautiful ankles.”

Lizzie Adler said, with a gentle look, " Yes, you are all right.”

The man was very satisfied with Lizzie's answer.

There is no more suitable girl to marry than her.

She is not only the daughter of the oil tycoon, but also the famous beauty, with a gentle and tranquil temperament, but she does not break the innocence of the girl.

Of course, the most commendable, or her beautiful face. Though a coarse northern, his skin was as white and flawless as a southern aristocrat, with no spots, as smooth and smooth as solidified milk fat; the corners of the mouth were naturally turned, and a small, red pomegranate bead in the middle of the upper lip, gave the whole face a dim, fleshy beauty.

He was not well born, and the man thought that his father, though rich, was ultimately a speculator, making a windfall from war, railways and oil, unlike their noble blood, rich heritage.

But the thought of her nearly million dowry filled him with tenderness for her.

The man cleared his throat, and was about to say a few love words to her, when he heard Lizzie say softly, " When will the circus begin? We don't watch the movies at night, just watch this.”

The man immediately agreed to come down and went to the theater ticket booth to buy a ticket.

Lizzie looked at the man's back, and his gentle expression gradually cooled down.

She doesn't want to date this man at all —— What is his title, count or Viscount?—— There were several counts dating her, and she could not tell the difference, but only a count named Lance, who was handsome, very cultured, and not as arrogant as the others.

With the rise of film art, the business of the opera house is fading, such a good position as the front seat, before only connections, now only need to go to the ticket booth in the theater.

In order to maintain the superficial prosperity, the theater manager allowed the circus, acrobatic troupe and vulgar jazz bands to perform in the theater, otherwise by the income of opera and ballet pantomime, it was completely unable to support such a luxurious theater.

According to the man's words, the back seat of the main hall are some "inferior people".

But when he passed the "inferior people", he did not show disdain. Lizzie was about to look up at him when he saw him sit down and saying "high opinion": " I don't know if those inferior people can understand the circus in Paris.”

“……”

Lizzie dropped her eyes, opened the fan, and shook it in silence, thinking that whoever she married, she was bound to marry to Paris.

Ten minutes later, the show began.

Because it wasn not the first night, the audience response was not warm. This phenomenon, naturally, was ridiculed by men: " A group of country bumpkins.”

Lizzie watched the performance quietly.

The first two shows were indeed actors from Paris.

First show actor, but also from the palace —— is the famous Paris opera house, a suit with sequined dance skirt, come up to perform only St. Petersburg to see "whip", gyro turned for 16 circles, then, in the relaxed and cheerful melody, breath turned five or six heels, deliberately revealing white skirt under the bloomers.

This kind of refined and popular performance, as if suddenly rubbing a match, ignited the enthusiasm of the audience. People cheered and applauded.

Lizzie also smiled and clapped. She liked the girl's confident and charming manner.

The man wrinkled his eyebrows, as if the girl were a relative: " It is a shame to perform such a vulgar, cheap dance as an actress of the Paris Opera.”

The second program, is a beautiful girl on the stage to perform the spray fire. She wore a peach dress, holding torches, kissing and swallowing flames, and finally with a mouthful of liquor and three feet of fire. For a while, the applause continued, and some even stood up to throw their hats and handkerchiefs on the stage.

The host said that although she was a Parisian native, she was not breathing fire in Paris, but a mysterious Chinese taught her this stunt. The man, as if he had not heard it, kept saying to Lizzie that this was the standard of the Paris circus.

The next few programs, not so much a performance, as the exhibition —— no lines, no choreography, just let a group of deformed people on the stage, to show their ugliness and deformity.

Among these programs, the hardest work is the host. As he wiped his sweat with his handkerchief, he cheerfully introduced the deformed people. The audience behind could not see the details of the deformed body, he used an interesting metaphor, a scar, a rotten sore, a broken limb into the ears of the audience.

"We found the poor sisters on a small farm... and some people say they grew up because of interbreeding, where white and black people breed this conjoined monster. But how innocent are the sisters are! It should be their hybrid parents who should be punished!”

The words fell, some people applauded, some people abuse, some people indifferent to watch the fun. Black men drank in the back seat, but were soon crushed by the cheerful music.

The man clapped hard, too.

Lizzie looked on coldly, feeling that the man was perfect, and not only discriminated against "country people" like her, but also was a racist.

The last show —— is also the most prestigious and prestigious —— "