[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

"Well, we've got to go anyway. I guess you're not going to let your poor lover wander on two feet?" Still, it was Irene who broke the room first.The little girl's soft and charming voice was infused with love, adding a bit of unconscious freshness, which made the heart of a man who had just discovered that he was favored by love feel numb, as if he had been electrified by a small electric current.

"Of course, my sweet little Carol. Maybe you remember it?" Mr. Ghost, no, it was Eric.Eric put his hands on his lips that were only half exposed, and his eyes behind the mask showed a slight smile.A clear whistle suddenly passed by Irene's ears, and then, the sound of "da da" horseshoes approached quickly, and finally stopped calmly near the secret door.

"A strong colt? I seem to be looking forward to it." Irene swiftly controlled the mechanism to open the secret door, and the animal with smooth fur and proud expression was reflected in her clear green eyes.

"Don't tell me this is a descendant of Selina?" Finally, the foal was so white that there was no variegated hair, and its petite figure, which was quite similar to its ancestor, the European wild horse, perfectly matched a certain figure in the girl's memory.

"Yes, his name is Caesar. Cough, you know, I stayed there all year round, and Christine's departure was so sudden that I didn't have time to think about it, so..." Eric was stunned, and tried to hide I have a guilty conscience.

"So you just rode your theater pony out to chase your princess?" Irene gave her fresh boyfriend a sideways glance, stretched out her arms confidently, and made a gesture of asking for a hug, "Well, I'm not actually Don't refuse a romantic ride together."

"My honor, lovely girl." When Eric's skinny arm touched the girl's soft and slender waist, he was still a little jerky and cautious; but when the little stallion named Caesar ran past In front of the secret door on the other side, he had already fixed the little girl in his arms without any teacher.As for Irene, no one has stipulated that a girl with excellent equestrian skills cannot accept her boyfriend's care, right?

Of course, it wasn't that comfortable to lean on Eric's chest, which was so skinny that there were only a handful of bones left, especially when he was on a bumpy horseback, it caused a dull pain in his back.

"Eric..." The girl allowed her lover to control the reins, and she just snuggled up in his capacious black cape, before she yelled lazily for a long time.

"Huh?" Eric drove the horse forward unhurriedly. It was only a one-syllable response, but it still had a deadly sex appeal to a lover in love.

"Although I want to admire these lovely flowers for a while, we must hurry up-I am afraid that the hard-working little detectives of the Provence police station will find us. God knows, I don't want to come with them now A wonderful 'encounter'!" The girl's tone was not urgent, but her flexible body had temporarily left the embrace of her lover and tried to fit the curve of the horse's back as much as possible.

"As you wish, my lovely girl." The breath that belonged to Eric quickly wrapped his girl again.The next moment, the sound of the wind passed by the lover's ears, and the horse's hooves flew away quickly with the scent of flowers, leaving only the back of the latecomers who looked like a person on the horseback.

"Eric!" The girl's heartfelt admiration was mixed with the whistling wind, "I never knew that the horses in the opera house could run so fast! I thought they would just walk around the stage carrying knights or princes on their backs." Walk around in circles!"

"Hey, my silly girl, you gotta know, no horse wants to just spin around the stage." Great singers do take advantage sometimes.At least, Eric's voice didn't look weak in the gust of wind.

"Yes, yes, of course I know!" Irene, who is skilled in skills, is of course not inferior, her ending voice is raised happily, and her soft and soft voice in the past is actually somewhat clear and clear.The little girl seemed to be abnormally excited for this rare, pure time for two.

How much Irene wanted time to stop at this moment: no Meg, no Christine, no spinners or everything in the Loire Valley...there wasn't even endless music and talk between them but only the sound of the wind passing by the temple, the fragrance of flowers, the flying hair and the body clinging to the horse's back...

It's a pity that the changeable weather in Provence is doomed to be only a short-lived beauty-when the bright sunshine on the plain shyly hides in the clouds, they have to stop this willful gallop.Thankfully, a lush mountain forest looms just in time for the reckless young lovers before pearly raindrops give the reckless little lovers a thorough bath.Even better, they just got into the woods, and before they walked a few steps, they found a cave.This makeshift haven is just the right size and not too wet - it's just perfect!

"My little Carol, if you feel tired, you can sleep for a while, maybe you will want me to play a gentle lullaby?" When Eric dragged out a mattress from the depths of the cave, Irene I am really convinced.

"In fact, there is more than one place, but I think you don't seem to want to stop, so..." The lover's look of surprise and admiration seemed to please Eric very well.He explained with a little complacency, his eyes were full of unmistakable pampering.

"You're really well prepared. Although... I'm not very tired yet." Irene's surprise only lasted for a short moment.She naturally took the mattress from her lover, and while patting off the thin dust accumulated on the mattress, she still did not forget to dislike the lifeless dark blue patterns on the mattress.

"Oh, my little Carol, you have to know that the life of a bachelor is inevitably not so refined." Eric seemed to be a bit disgusted with his own aesthetics. There was a bit of distressing loneliness.She suddenly remembered: Eric followed Christine to Provence.Perhaps the intense emotions can give him the courage to get rid of the rejection and fear of the crowd, but it will never bring him back to life.Irene can even imagine how he desperately tied his only light to his side, how he perfunctorily prepared his way out, and how sadly he pretended to be loved and someone was willing to offer him sincere love .

"I'm sorry, Eric..." Irene has been soberly thinking that her decision to escape back then was the right decision, but until this moment, she realized that it was difficult for her to use her rationality in front of Eric. Its due role-she still didn't think she had a better choice at the time, but she couldn't help but want to repent, just for the companionship that she had been absent without authorization for these years.The little girl suddenly hugged her lover's thin waist fiercely, and there was even a faint cry in her almost whispering voice.

"Okay, Eric, although I don't want to say it, I still have to remind you: now, you are the one who should go to rest." Soon, Irene let go of her hands and pressed Eric again. He fell down on the semi-old mattress and announced with a smile.The girl still refused to wait for a response, but it was no longer because she was afraid of the answer, but because she was sure that she would be forgiven.

"Hey, my little Carol, I don't have any extra cushions!" Eric fell down obediently, with a bit of tactful banter.But he couldn't care less about making fun of him right away—the lover's little hand began to gently rub his body at some point, and the place where the fingertips touched the skin brought strange tremors, and the delicate touch made him even Some worried that their rough skin would scratch the girl's delicate hands.He could feel the little girl's slender fingers walking on his mutilated body, from the stiff neck to the rugged shoulders, the skillful technique combined with just the right strength made him want to sigh comfortably.

But he soon inevitably wondered where the little girl's skillful skills came from.Maybe she's just gifted at it, like learning to sing from time to time without a teacher?Maybe it's her own craft that she used to work hard for a living?Maybe...to curry favor with those aristocratic lords who love pleasure?Eric felt he couldn't think about it any longer - all he had to do was to think that this tender massage wasn't his own, and even to think that that alluring little thing might have been on countless false, decayed, disgusting bodies. Leave a similar mark, and you will almost be swallowed by the flames of jealousy!

"Eric?" At this time, the massaged part has slowly descended from the shoulder and neck to the waist and abdomen.Erin knelt on the side of the mattress, familiarizing herself with her lover's body openly.She has already discovered that Eric's equestrian skills are not very good, so this place must be the "hardest hit area".In fact, Eric was able to take her to find the cave as if nothing had happened after the horse race, probably thanks to the docility and obedience of the little stallion Caesar as a horse for theater performances.

The little girl was planning to knead two more times here, but found that the body under her hands suddenly became tense again, so she also wanted to sigh.

"Eric, I remember that I was often praised by the old lady of Shani's family when I gave a massage, but why do I feel that it doesn't work on you?" There is no doubt that the only good partner who is considerate and considerate is not only Ai Rick is alone.

The girl's half-truths and half-fake complaints were not embarrassing, at least not enough to make Eric ignore the little girl's face that was suddenly close at hand.

"Eric, why are you blushing?" Irene smiled wickedly, but she didn't know that she was also blushing from the bottom of her ears to her cheeks.The poor man just let the little girl do whatever she wanted in front of him, and his mouthpiece, which is usually the best at singing, couldn't squeeze out even a single note.All he could think of was the girl's charming green eyes and her porcelain skin, and perhaps her lips, sweeter and more fragrant than honey.At this moment, even the most beautiful movement in the world cannot compare to his girl!

Between bouts of dizziness—he didn’t know where this dizziness came from, maybe it was because he was too tired from running the horse before, but it was more likely to come from the soft little girl who was pressing tightly against him at the moment. chest. The body of a 14-year-old girl is not yet fully developed, but it is enough to arouse the most secret desire of a normal man.

It was a desire that was not unfamiliar to Eric—on countless nights when he could not see the light, whenever he thought of Chrissy's increasingly bumpy body in recent years, it was hard not to germinate such longing.But it was usually drowned out by a deepening sense of self-loathing when he thought of Christine's angelic, pure gaze.

Of course he dared not tell his angel, not even the slightest hint, of such dark thoughts.He also knew that his behavior had gradually deviated from the illusion of the angel, causing Christine to doubt and fear him, but he was even more afraid that his mind would be punctured and cause the girl to be more cold and disgusted...

And what about little Carol?To little Carol, this no longer seemed an unforgivable sin.

Before falling into this increasingly thick ambiguity, Eric tried to calm down his eagerness to move.He tried hard to recall the little girl's clear green eyes, but found that the familiar bright green was covered with a layer of mist, and there was a faint soft light in the mist.This wasn't surprising—little Carol's eyes weren't supposed to be clear.

"My little Carol, do you have to do this?" Finally, the man felt a shameful part below his abdomen swell and ache, his hoarse voice trembled slightly, revealing a little taste of lust.

The author has something to say: After more than a month, I coded again. I almost forgot what I wanted to write. After reading the full text twice to no avail, I chose to play all the songs in the Phantom of the Opera album from beginning to end.Then, when I heard the ending song "learn to be Lonely", I was tortured and cried, and then the inspiration came back... However, this chapter seems to be written by me as a blunt tragedy... I hope the next chapter will be better...