Operation Red Book

Chapter 502 Last Christmas

“Last Christmas.”

Last Christmas

“I gave you my heart.”

I gave you my heart

"But the very next day......"

But the next day

"You gave it away..."

You just throw it away

“This year.”

this year

“To save me from tears.”

I picked myself up in tears

"I'll give it to someone special."

I will give my heart to someone special

"Special..."

What woke Ivy up was a familiar tune: Last Christmas, a Christmas hit released by Wham! in 1984.

There are many artists on the bustling streets of London. What they love most is to sing this Christmas song together at 12 o'clock on Christmas Eve to let go of the past and welcome the new life.

In the 19th century, you could tap your toes on your head to tell who is singing this 20th century song on stage.

This solo is completely different from Ivy's dry performance just now. Behind the beautiful singing there are drums, guitars, and children's accompaniment. Although it is far less rich and mature than the original song, the pleasant singing and the rhythmic rhythm still flow into everyone's heart.

When the beating notes floated into Ivy's heart, she was trembling all over and curled up on the ground pitifully.

She threw the electric whip aside and was left alone.

The bloody fangs that almost bit off her entire head kept appearing in her mind. The horrifying scene made her burst into tears and she was at a loss.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"My god I thought you were someone to rely on..."

(God, I thought you were so dependent...)

“Me?”

"I guess I was a shoulder to cry on."

(I thought I was your shoulder to cry on)

The melodious singing continued. Ivy stood up sobbing, turned her head as if bewitched, and met the eyes of Joshua who was plucking the guitar strings.

"A face of a lover with a fire in her heart."

(The face of a lover with a burning heart)

"A man under cover but you keep me apart..."

(Deliberately concealing, you want to expose me)

He was wearing a gorgeous 18th century court noble dress, with golden buttons embedded in the red tailcoat, which made his posture more upright.

The badly cut hair had grown a little longer and was pushed all back with heavy hairspray, the curly hair was combed straight, leaving only one or two stray strands hanging deliberately on the full forehead.

At first glance, Ivy thought that a nobleman who looked like Joshua had stepped onto the stage.

It was not until she saw the pair of flaxen eyes filled with melancholy that she realized that the elegant and graceful young man was the companion she had been searching for all night.

He sang well, how could he sing so well? Was he part of the choir? Had he ever played guitar in front of me before?

A series of questions arose from the bottom of Ivy's heart, constantly transforming into past memories.

Unfortunately, there is no such person... There is no such person in my memories of my three years of high school.

Joshua had never appeared in an auditorium or a stadium, and he had never even been on stage in talent shows at class activities. He just sat alone in the corner of the classroom, silently applauding every performer.

But there is no doubt that if he could sing in a performance, he would definitely amaze everyone present, just like Ivy now: eyes wide open, mouth wide open, clapping and exclaiming unconsciously.

"Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again..."

(Now that I've found true love, you can't fool me anymore)

Joshua had obviously noticed her. He raised his eyebrows and smiled confidently at the left corner of his mouth, which caused cheers from the audience.

Ivy saw all of his provocation and suddenly recalled her performance just now. It was the same Christmas song, the same vocal solo, but there was an obvious world of difference.

Her performance was terrible... For the first time, Ivy realized that she was not omnipotent, which hit her hard.

For some reason, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

The bottom of self-esteem is so cold that I never realized it even though I am so powerful in the 21st century.

The light in Ivy's eyes dimmed, and the brilliance in them immediately disappeared.

She was heartbroken and just wanted to get away from Joshua's harsh gaze as soon as possible.

But just as she was about to walk away, a strange cry that could not be questioned suddenly invaded her mind: "Guillotine!"

"What?" Ivy replied in her mind.

"You go to the guillotine!"

The next second, the clown's short figure flashed past the corner of the street, with a playful look and a ferocious gaze.

guillotine……

He wanted her to die...

Instantly, fear quickly controlled Ivy's heart, then her limbs, and then her entire body like a raging fire...

She wanted to scream to attract the attention of people around her, but was surprised to find that her throat was tight and she couldn't make any sound.

What frightened her even more was that her legs began to move on their own...

Many people's expressions became as dull as hers. Their eyes moved around, but their hands and feet moved back and forth without any panic.

"guillotine!"

The clown's weird screams roared in Ivy's head like a shrill trumpet. She frowned in pain and her eyes clenched tightly like the clamps of a mousetrap, carving deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

The crowd lined up and walked in an orderly manner towards the edge of the market, at the end of which stood a huge guillotine, as conspicuous as a bungee jumping machine in an amusement park.

But from beginning to end, no one noticed that there was a guillotine there, no one noticed... it was as if it didn't exist at all.

"Joshua..."

Looking at the guillotine getting closer and closer to her, Ivy spoke her last words tremblingly in her heart.

"Sorry……"

"A face of a lover with a fire in her heart."

(The face of a lover with a burning heart)

"A man under cover but you keep me apart..."

(Deliberately concealing, you want to expose me)

“Maybe next year…”

"I'll give it to someone..."

"I'll give it to someone special..."

What Ivy didn't know was that her back as she turned and left looked so determined and sad, leaving a layer of sadness in Joshua's eyes, and even her beautiful singing was tainted with some reluctance and unwillingness.

Of course, the audience below was still mesmerized by the music, as if it was a feast from heaven, a harp played by angels...

No one noticed his loss, except Christine standing in the corner and a delicate girl standing next to her.