"He is a good pianist." Agnes casually shook the gold-like liquid in the cup and said to Len next to her. Her purest blue eyes reflected the interaction between the wine in the cup and the air. A faint blue light reflected on the interface.
"I thought you would like the lively crowd here more." Lunn said with a shrug.
Agnes raised the corners of her lips and started to smile. She leaned her body against the wall and glanced at the people in the bar with a posture that looked extremely relaxed.
"I don't really like looking at these people. Only the pianist here can make me feel more comfortable." Agnes raised her chin slightly to indicate to Lunn to look at a few people. "And other people, such as those guys, I can only feel the rotting stench from their bodies, like corpses."
Lunn cast his gaze over and saw several drunk people.
“They don’t know what they are doing or what they should be doing. They feel that the newly received money must find a way to spend it immediately, so they indulge in sensual pleasures and make themselves fished out of a barrel … Their lives are almost worthless.”
"Perhaps one day they will drown themselves in the sewers before their due end, and people may fish them out before they rot into bones with no trace of who they are, and tell them People make these guys die for ridiculous reasons and then become the talk of people who know them..."
"I don't understand what you are paying attention to in a place like this." Lunn said in a strange tone, "Their existence here is normal, at least I think it is normal."
Agnes did not change her gaze, but just stared at the crowd in front of her for a while, then closed her eyes to not see the scene in front of her, and then focused her eyes again on the blue reflection of the drink in her glass. Intertwined with the golden wine, it looks like it has been clumsily plated with a layer of gold.
"I wouldn't have thought that way before," Agnes said after a moment of silence. "I thought... it wouldn't have such a big impact on me."
"At least when I was on the boat, I didn't find that the scent of those who indulged themselves in sensual temptations could be so suffocating, and even made me have some not-so-good thoughts... or even want to Indulging my own madness.”
Agnes placed the drink, which she had never taken a sip from, on the low table next to her without any abnormality. A long crack appeared on the bottom of the fragile glass.
"I should get out of here." Agnes turned her head and looked at Lunn and said.
Lunn shrugged and put the wine glass in his hand aside.
The deep darkness of night was dyed less pure by various lights, and the cool evening breeze blew away the dizzying warm breath brought from 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 let herself curl up her lips slightly, "Although he is still a little green."
"A month or two ago, I would have been willing to help him introduce someone who was willing to invest in him." Agnes said with a smile.
"Then he's really unlucky," Lunn said casually.
Agnes smiled and said nothing.
Her eyes casually looked at the surrounding lights and greenery, and the not-so-wide streets were intertwined with colors and grays. Half of the outer walls of some houses are covered with maple vines that have turned red. Faint lights are revealed from the windows, and faint singing drifts in the evening breeze.
"Where is that place over there?" Agnes asked, looking up in the direction of the singing.
"It's a theater that's about to run out of business." Lunn looked in the direction of Agnes' gaze and replied aloud.
"Can't drive anymore?" Agnes asked with some doubts.
"Yes," Lunn nodded, shrugged and said, "Due to some things, I heard that the owner of that theater was about to go bankrupt, although it was quite popular before."
"But it looks like they are still rehearsing the play?" Agnes asked with some confusion.
Lunn couldn't help but look a little weird, "She's just the heroine of the theater. She seems to want to save the entire theater on her own."
Agnes couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, "I'm a little interested," she withdrew her gaze, looked at Lunn aside, and asked, "Can we go in at this time?"
Lunn's face couldn't help but look strange. He looked Agnes up and down, "I don't think these should be binding on you."
"Maybe." Agnes said without looking very concerned.
...
The dim yellow street lights cast some dim shadows, and the magnificent marble door pillars and exquisite golden reliefs blend with the classics, allowing people to imagine how glorious this theater should be during the day.
The door looks clean. There are no cigarette butts or dust on the ground, and there are no stains on the walls. There are only a few promotional posters that have not been removed by the staff, with the word "" on them.
Even though the theater looked like it was still open from the outside, Agnes still felt a vague sense of desolation and dilapidation, and even conveyed a sense of eeriness under the dim lights.
The door was closed tightly. Agnes pushed it casually, and the creaking sound of the door shaft was heard. A faint light came out from the crack in the door, and the soprano's singing voice suddenly became louder.
The curved staircase is made of pure white marble, and the handrails are decorated with red marble. The sides are carved with luxurious and thick reliefs, and the light of a few candles shines on the smooth floor. Agnes's eyes clearly saw some black stains from smoke exposed behind and above the fireworks, making the painted patterns look a little dated.
The edges of the red velvet seats in the lobby are embellished with gold. The sky is empty and it seems like something is missing. The entire theater seems a bit dark and deep. The spacious and comfortable independent boxes on both sides observe the stage and the seats below from a distance, seeming to have a sense of detachment.
"Stop mentioning the darkness and forget these fears,"
"I'm here, nothing can hurt you,"
"My words can warm and soothe you,"
"Let me set you free,"
"Let the day take away your tears,"
"I'm here, by your side, by your side,"
"Guard and guide you,"
The figures on the stage responded to each other and sang their own lines. Agnes took off her wide-brimmed hat with interest, sat down on the seat in the front row, and looked at the figure on the stage.
