[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

Miss Yuna's full name is Yuna Sophia Cody.The middle paragraph comes from her bet with her parents, which means "wisdom".Miss Yuna is worthy of this title—no one would dare to say that Miss Yuna, who is closely related to most of the white wine regions in central France, is a stupid girl, even if her family is not well-known in the whole of France.

It's a pity that even though she takes a bath with Chenin Blanc's juice every day, Miss Yuna still has an aura that is incompatible with the quiet and classic Loire Valley.That was presumably inherited from her very adventurous Mediterranean ancestry on the mother's side.Fortunately, her fiancé, Mr. Albert, a coal tycoon from the Netherlands, upholds the tolerance and freedom of the motherland and has no objection to this.

"Hey, Ani, have you read today's "Le Figaro"? Since it was changed to a daily magazine, the news reported on it is always very interesting!" At this time, the maverick red-haired lady kissed He hugged Irene's shoulders tightly, and waved a newspaper in one hand, his brown eyes sparkled.

"I was busy exercising this morning, and I haven't had time to watch it yet, what's wrong?" Irene has long been accustomed to Miss Yuna's praise of this "Voice of Freedom", her tone is not perfunctory, but she doesn't have much enthusiasm .

"It said that Miss Christine, the rising star of the Paris Opera House, disappeared mysteriously before the performance. The two managers of the opera house were in a state of distress because of this incident. But at the same time, the theater, including Miss Christine's adoptive mother, The higher-ups had a negative attitude towards this matter, and tried to refuse the help of the local police station to search.” Yuna thrust the newspaper into Irene’s hands without refusal, her expression half angry and half contemptuous, “The reporter who reported this matter thought it might be possible. A microcosm of the dark side of the opera house. Alas, poor little showgirl, I hope she doesn't suffer...Look, there is also a 'ghost token' used by the theater executives to confuse the eyes...Ani, Ani?"

Irene glanced dispensably in the direction of Yuna's finger, and a bunch of pink and purple bouquets tied with black ribbons suddenly pierced into her eyes.The small and exquisite bell-shaped flowers are affectionately squeezed into the appropriately cut hard paper, revealing the meticulous and unique thoughts of the flower giver in all aspects.

Broom heather, Norway's national flower, the flower language is "loneliness and betrayal".

I may have... got into trouble.The girl subconsciously clenched her hands to avoid a too bad look on her face.

"Ani, are you okay?" Yuna looked at her seldom-loved noble little sister who turned pale suddenly. Although she didn't know the specific reason, she quickly folded the newspaper and asked in a considerate and soft voice.

Irene snatched the newspaper, stared at the eye-catching large picture on the front page and scanned it carefully several times. Her eyes focused on the slightly lighter roots of the petals: there was a slightly dim green covered there, which was not conspicuous. , but let the girl hang her head in frustration——the calyx lobes cover the petals. This is indeed heather, not its close relative, heather, which represents "loneliness and happy love".Of course, the latter's flower language is not perfect, but it is indeed much better than the former.

At this time, Irene even preferred that her flower art was not so good.

"Sorry, I scared you, Sister Yuna." Before it was too late or not to think too deeply, a concealed smile was brewing at the corner of Irene's mouth—it wasn't completely false, the silent pain in the girl's eyes was enough silence all sympathetic souls.Yuna even felt that she heard the trembling whine in her heart: "Don't ask me, please..."

"It's okay, I'm not the group of delicate and noble ladies in the Loire Valley. Of course, you are also excluded." Yuna of course said that she didn't mind, and did not dare to delay for a second to change the subject, "By the way, If there are no accidents, I should entertain the guests invited by my mother at home this week, how about you? Do you have to deal with Little Manon again?"

"I did consider agreeing to Little Manon's invitation." Irene smiled bitterly, "But now I think I should go back to Paris." I hope things don't get out of hand...

"Really?" Yuna moved her lips, swallowing her slightly offended curiosity just in time, "Well, good luck to you, then."

"Good luck to you too." It was obvious that the girl's attention had followed the picture to Paris, but the hostess here didn't intend to remind her of the rare faux pas.

Yuna didn't force her dazed little sister to stay until the banquet started, and Irene chatted with her politely before leaving in a hurry.And when Philip came to talk to her with a gloomy face, of course he only got some perfunctory and illogical.

"Raul read today's "Le Figaro" and went to Paris alone. The maid Shirley said that he decided to save Christine himself!" After tearing away all the embellishments and temptations, the most straightforward statement was like a thunderbolt It seemed to temporarily dissipate Irene's thoughts that had become a mess.

"Help? Love really makes people blind..." The light and fluffy sentence seemed to be ridiculed and compromised.Before Philip could figure out the meaning behind it, Irene had already firmed her tone: "Let's go to Paris too, it's easy to make mistakes if we're too far away... There are a lot of my arrangements that need to be changed."

"It's up to you..." Philip was not ignorant of certain secrets, and seeing the undeniable insistence in the little fox's eyes, he casually agreed.

"Thank you, Lord Earl." After a brief hesitation, Irene thanked without any deep meaning.

"Ha, it's so rare, have you finally realized the gentlemanly demeanor of the Earl?" Philip reflexively replied, almost a little surprised.And Irene has already started to think about the preparations that need to be made-she is sure that this time the situation will not be too good.

As the established helm of the new generation of the Shani family, Philip certainly won't have a lot of time to live in the Shani family's old castle-like house.Even Irene has already passed the initial stage of having to rely on the Shani family to contact the French high society at this time.Two aristocratic children who were good enough to make their elders feel at ease went to Paris together, and they were easily let go without even bothering to make up a perfect lie.

To be honest, after leaving Shani's house, Irene would have liked to fly back to the opera house to see her old friends immediately, if there was a plane at this time.But in the end she accepted Philip's suggestion and headed towards Paris in a carriage at a not too fast speed - she needed some time to sort out her chaotic thoughts, predict the situation, and better deal with it before arriving in Paris Instead of crying in panic in front of friends.

When did it start? The sound of "da da" horseshoes and a small piece of sky outside the window gradually became distant and blurred.Irene sat quietly in the carriage like a sculpture, with only chaotic thoughts floating in her empty mind, no matter how tangled and entangled in the middle, they all surged and meandered to point to the same node, one that made Irene couldn't help but blush point in time.That should be... the night when I first heard Phantom's singing...

Yes, from that early on, starting from the recovery of her memory about the 21st century, she subconsciously developed a sense of superiority with no sufficient reason.This feeling is so strong that it has even become a deep-rooted obsession that controls her life, and she... If it wasn't because of this accident, she wouldn't even know it.

Memories from the era of the information explosion broadened my horizons, and the long-term exam-oriented education stuffed me with not-so-practical knowledge reserves and crucial self-study abilities; and the experience of waifs or simply being a habitual cheater exercised my physique, Taught me to survive by any means... It was a good hand, even if it didn't look so good.

Of course, if you look at it purely from the perspective of the nineteenth century, Irene's rapid transformation from a humble waif to a noble lady sought after by teenagers in the Loire Valley is already a rare success; Strength, I have to admit, she really didn't waste this good hand at all.

However, no amount of success can erase the adventures along the way.Thinking of her crazy games again and again, Irene was about to break out in a cold sweat: God knows what kind of miserable situation she would end up in if she failed in any one of them!After all, after waking up from the dream of controlling everything, even she wondered where she got the confidence to completely control the most complicated heart in the world.

Well, I've always been lucky... huh?Erin secretly encouraged herself.

In fact, she remembered that the beginning of the main plot in the musical was in 1870, but it was not surprising that her actions made it happen nearly two years earlier.What really made her unacceptable was the bunch of heather that appeared instead of the red roses.

The flower language of red roses is "warm and sincere love", but heather represents "loneliness and betrayal".

Why?Although far from the center of the story early, she has been secretly following the news of the Opera House: through the snares of "Captain Penny", and through the "Le Figaro" that has been turned from a weekly to a daily, and everything else about Paris and music. newspapers.She knew that Mr. Raphael and his partners had been plagued by "the ghost of the theater" in recent months; she knew when and in what play the new theater star Miss Christine made her critically acclaimed debut, and which role she played; I also know that Raul had an unexpected reunion with Christine not long ago, which perfectly continued the friendship of her childhood sweetheart... She carefully adhered to her pride as an apprentice of "Ghost" - carefully savored and tried to sing all the songs created by "Ghost", and The pronunciation is guaranteed to be natural and full of emotions, at least it is more moving than all the singers who are lucky enough to sing them... Don't ask her why she can tell which songs are from the hands of the instructor, those fresh melodies that break the current composition trend are the most vivid "ghosts" banner!She has even quietly started preparing to take over the opera house favored by the "ghost", planning to pave a way for her mentor to convince the world with singing when they reunite... Where did the omission lead to such a fatal change?

Also, how is Christine?Does the mentor still have tender delusions towards her as before?Or...she has fallen victim to my hasty escape?The carriage had already stopped quietly, but the girl in the carriage frowned, unable to move for a long time.

The author has something to say: Sigh, I still haven’t been able to summon Lord Phantom. The transitional chapters are probably boring for everyone... But the next chapter will officially start the main plot, so let’s go!