beautiful lie, the story of菲·蒙特娜（Fiona Montana），a young artist who tells a tale that will never be told.
Phila Montana, a ten-year-old child of famous artist Johann Montana, is about to experience the most magical lie of all time. When she was just three years old, Phila studied the music of电视 ads. Her parents often taught her the lesson: always tell the truth.
For fifteen years, Phila lied about everything except the truth. She spoke of "nothing but lies," a phrase so dangerous that even the teachers at the local elementary school laughed and laughed. Phila was not a very intelligent child either; she had to learn by heart. In her thirteenth year, she performed the famous piece 《Fugues and Favings》, and became famous both in Europe and on the U.S. Her thirteen-year-old twin brother died of cancer, but Phila continued to write music—she wrote "Lover's Weekly," a children's magazine that would go on to sell over one million copies. When Phila was twelve years old, she even wrote her own version: "Lover's Weekly for Children."
Her story would soon be forgotten, and in 1943 it would be considered the greatest lie ever told. However, Phila never forgot her teacher, Johann Montana. When Phila was twelve years old, she was sent to school by her mother. At first, things went fine—Phila learned how to read and write and even taught a few words. But as she grew older, she became convinced that everything that happened in her life had to be explained.
One day, when Phila was about thirteen years old, she began to believe that she did not know what was happening. She started talking about her family's lives, but instead of saying "I don't know," she said something strange: "Phila! What is this all about?" Her mother was seated at the back of the class, looking very confused. Phila leaned back and began to mimic her mother's voice. At first, things seemed normal—she read books, played games, and even started writing stories in her notebook.
But Phila didn't know what she knew. "I don't know anything," she said, and She sat up straighter, and then fell asleep. As the sun set over the forest, Phila's story became more and more familiar to her parents. Johann Montana, the teacher who had sent her off to school, said: Phila! What is this all about? She didn't know anything. Phila's mother pressed her button on the lock for their room. "Please give me Phila a second," she said, looking down at her notebook. "Of course!" Phila exclaimed, her voice a mix of excitement, doubt, and tragedy. The teacher put her on the white sheets. When she went back to sleep, she didn't know what was wrong with herself. For two weeks, Phila was lying about everything—she said she had a pet rat, she thought it was sick, and even she could and she would never get married. On day thirteen, she finally began to tell the truth. "Phila! What is this all about?" But I don't know anything—I just have this thing with a cat that's always lying about me being healthy." By the end of week fourteen, Phila was completely sure she could never lie again. And on day fifteen, Phila was lying again. In the hospital, Phila believed herself to be in and out of her room. She sat up straighter, and then fell back asleep. The next morning, Johann Montana wrote: It's impossible for a doctor to tell you that "I didn't know anything" is true. Phila didn't want to be the center of this lie. She went home, and on her way back, she saw another patient—Johann Montana. When Phila called Johann's number, he didn't know what was going on. But Phila did. She could tell when something was wrong with a patient, and she always gave the truth. In Johann's office, Phila examined the notes from day thirteen. And finally, she noticed that all of the letters on the white sheet were in the left hand. She said, "Oh! The cat must have slept with her cat on top of her tail." The lying became second nature for Phila. And when she met Johann Montana for the last time, he asked, "Are you sure that this lying all day is just me?" And Phila said, "Of course I am." But even though Phila was lying about everything, she still knew what was true. And in her mind, she could see a bright woman who wore a black dress and had dark brown eyes. She couldn't open her eyes, but she could feel the weight of something heavy on her chest. That night, Phila began to believe that something important had happened to her. When Johann Montana saw her lying again, he said, "What is this all about? She must have known everything." But Phila had no idea what she had seen. She didn't know whether she could ever lie again. And in the end, Phila was a beautiful lie. The lie that everyone could love, but only Phila could see.
