[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

The door was opened by a woman in pure black.Her expression was gloomy and solemn, her hair bun and skirt were not messed up at all, she didn't look like a loving mother at home, but more like a rigid and stern governess.

"Christine...Irene? Come to visit Meg? Come in." Before Christine could say a word, the woman had already finished all the words on her own.With a polite smile on her face, Irene silently followed Christine into the semi-new residential building.She already keenly felt that the behavior of the lady in front of her was not so much that she was too close to Christine and was too lazy to be polite, but that she had secretly developed a rift with her adopted daughter for some reason.

"Mother Jiri." It was rare for Christine to notice this.But she seemed to be used to giving in, and the most obvious reaction to this was just a wry smile on the corner of her lips.

To be honest, upon seeing this lady with a high hairline, a kind of instinctive hatred arose in the girl's heart, just like this low, lifeless building standing cautiously in the wilderness.However, Irene felt that it was better not to be too curious about the grievances between the "mother and daughter".So she pretended not to feel the critical scrutiny of the person in front of her, and just put on a sweet smile and urged Christine to go straight to Meg.

"Christine, why did you bring her here!" The haggard blond girl screamed maniacally when she saw Irene, as if it was a replica just now, and the anger and defense in her eyes were hardly concealed.

She should have known earlier: But any friendship between two or more people is bound to have various subtleties... Irene thought with some headaches, but still forced a smile to meet the vigilant gaze of the blond girl, "Meg is Is it? I heard...we used to be very good friends?"

"Ha, who is your friend! You hypocritical and vicious beauty snake, the ghost's despicable accomplice! I can't afford it!"

If your voice hadn't trembled so much, perhaps I'd be careful to reflect on your remarks.A trace of contempt flashed across Irene's beautiful lake green eyes, and when she turned to Christine, there was only doubt and faint grievance left.

"Meg, how can you think like this! Irene is our closest sister—you, you should trust her..." Christine was not too surprised, but a little embarrassed, Irene guessed that she was not the first This is the first time I heard such remarks from the blonde girl.

"The closest sister? Oh, this is really the most ridiculous joke I've ever heard!" At this moment, Meg's eyes on Irene could be called grief and indignation.

If it wasn't aimed at me, maybe I would be filled with righteous indignation once I saw such a look.Irene thought impatiently, and her emerald eyes showed a little alienation.

"Irene, you are really amazing! You are not satisfied with bewitching Mr. Rand, and now you come back to bother Christine!" Without giving Irene a chance to defend herself, Meg's haggard body exploded amazingly under the impact of anger. "Tell me, Irene, my 'sister'? How does it feel to live and fly with a ghost?"

"Meg, don't talk!" Mrs. Geary came in from outside the house at the right time with a tea tray, "I'm sorry, dear Miss Shani, my little Meg has been suffering from illness for a long time-I hope you will forgive her offense ..."

"It's nothing, ma'am... As Christine said, Meg... is indeed a brave girl..." Irene quietly met Mrs. Geary's dark eyes, and after a long time, she laughed softly.Through the lifeless darkness, she could easily see the resentment hidden in the middle-aged lady's eyes, but her eyes did not stop at it; of course, the resentment fermented in the blonde girl's eyes was also ignored, just like ignoring the side of the road A weed or a small pile of gravel, with the inherent arrogance of the light forever.In fact, she didn't even bother to take the time to dig out the distinctive logo of "Rand" from the scattered memories she collected casually.Anyway, unlike "Christine" and "Ghost" who are always mentioned repeatedly by people, they are probably not very important figures.

"Irene..." Christine couldn't hear the ferocity in her old friend's laughter, but the intuition unique to a certain weak creature made her inexplicably uneasy.

"Christine, unfortunately, Miss Geary doesn't look very much looking forward to regaining my friendship." Irene's voice sounded soft and sweet, almost like whispers between passionate lovers, but Christine clearly He clearly saw the girl's pupils shrunk suddenly, and the soft and charming eyes in the past had condensed into cold needles in an instant, and they were like ferocious beasts watching their prey when they opened and closed.

What happens when the beast is provoked for no reason?When Meg stretched out her tongue, and struggled to grab the arm that was strangling her neck with both hands, there was no way to tell whether it was fear, remorse, or deeper anger in her eyes.

"Raul, Philip, and old Mrs. Shani are nobles with profound backgrounds, Yuna is a wealthy businessman, and even Christine is a star that everyone is looking forward to. Then, what are you?" Irene looked down from above His prey still had a calm smile on his fair face, and with the ingenious cover of Miss Shani's long hair and fancy dress, this confrontation of disparity between strength and weakness looked like a girl patiently persuading her from afar. There couldn't be a more heartwarming image of tantrums and little sisters.

However, Irene's question seems to have stimulated Meg's fighting spirit instead—although the blond girl was still pinned on the bed and could not escape, her two sea-blue eyes were staring at the devil in front of her, as if to The appearance of the enemy is remembered in hell, and it seems to add a bit of gratifying brilliance.

"Old impertinent friend, if life has not taught you humility, may this moment pass to you to remember this vital rule—don't think to criticize anyone's way with your eyes unbaptized by suffering and glory. This is an admonition from Miss Shani." The subtle chant dissipated in Meg's ears, Irene retracted her arms, and looked at the blonde girl's pale face with satisfaction, not knowing how similar her behavior was at the moment. The haunted ghost of the opera house.

Now Irene has to admit that no matter how much she thinks she doesn't care, the haze of losing her memory, together with the instinctive words and deeds at Shani's house, are actually a backlog of bad things in the heart of the girl who has not yet fully secularized. mood.As for Ms. Gilly who was unfortunately selected as the target of venting, Irene didn't mind sincerely saying sorry to her from the bottom of her heart.

So the visit to Ji Li's house had to end hastily.Of course, it’s only for Irene—in order to alleviate Christine’s worries about the blond girl, Irene thoughtfully said that Meg should need the company of her sisters, and she would like to spend a good afternoon with books—of course this proposal has It is suspected of being rude to seduce Christine and the Ji Li family as the owner, but as long as it is Irene's decision, this eloquent little fox will always have a way to make everyone agree with him in the end.On this basis, it is even easier for the little fox to sneak out to have a heart-to-heart talk with the taciturn coachman.

The outer suburbs of Paris are sparsely populated, and the wasteland where Ji Li's house is located is even more devoid of people except for the residential building.Just looking at Meg, a young girl of just the right age, who actually wanted such a place, Irene knew that the girl's problem was probably not small, but she didn't know if it was just a pure psychological problem or some irresistible external cause.Of course, in view of Miss Geary's extremely unfriendly attitude when they first met, Irene didn't intend to meddle in such nosy matters.

"Who is Rand?" The girl jumped onto the carriage in two or three steps, but did not enter the carriage. Instead, she stretched her body and slammed her graceful neck and most of her shoulders on the half-curled thigh of the coachman with ease.Um?There seemed to be a lot of soft and fluffy materials in the trouser legs, and it was much more comfortable to lie down than when there were only a pair of thin and lonely legs inside.The girl squinted her eyes halfway, and her pale pink lips formed a happy arc.And the bleak picture originally composed of wasteland, carriages and the miserable and silent drivers is dyed with layers of warm halo from this arc of laughter...

Perhaps it was because Irene's movements were too smooth, and the "driver" who was completely hidden in the black couldn't react for a while.In fact, when he realized something was wrong, his hands had already wrapped the familiar softness into his arms.

"I thought you'd have to wait until nightfall at least to react." Noticing the sudden stiffness in her lower limbs, the girl smiled softly—of course, it was different from the threatening smile when she faced Meg. , but the pure joy of meeting old friends.

"Little Carol, why do you..."

"Long time no see, my dear Mr. Ghost." The girl's beautifully shaped lips slowly opened and closed, and the sentence of less than ten words swirled between her lips and tongue, revealing a lingering charm. .Poor Mr. Ghost almost immediately forgot his question and lost himself in the girlish singing of greetings.

"Yeah, it's been a long time since we haven't seen each other..." Thousands of words came to my mind, but I didn't know where to start.It took a long time for the ghost to hear his stupid answer

"Sing for me, ghost." There was still a loose smile on the girl's fair face, but the ghost still remembered that whenever she omitted the word 'Mr. I made up my mind to explore seriously.

"What do you want to hear? My honorable lady?" The ghost's velvety voice was still steady.

"Just listen to... the past that was deliberately buried by people with good intentions. In view of this, I have finally touched the malice from the past." Irene still relaxed and snuggled up to her old friend, with emerald eyes that are easy to see through people's hearts. Closed, let the ghost use his haggard fingers to caress his warm and delicate cheek almost greedily.The girl's platinum-blonde long hair was docilely scattered on the old friend's legs wrapped in black cloth, and the tone of her instructions was gentle, even with some sincere apologies.

"Is it Meg? What did she say to you?"

"You really want to know?" The girl suddenly turned over and sat up, staring straight at Mr. Ghost's weirdly shaped eyes with her clear green eyes—even though most of her cheeks were hidden in the shadows, the rest of her face could not be seen. Enough to expose some of his unbearable secrets.What's more, his elf seems to be quite interested in his sudden ascension just now - in the girl's current memory, after all, she has never seen Mr. Ghost's majesty as the Phantom of the Theater.And discovering this made him a little uneasy, but it was more about anticipation, anticipation for the most complete self to be accepted, and even anticipation to become the girl's most solid reliance again, just like before...

"Okay, let me tell you." As usual, Irene ignored Mr. Ghost's endless thoughts, and just leaned into the cheek of her old friend, whispering to him in the most frivolous tone, "Meg asked me: Is it true that I stayed and flew with the ghost?" How does it taste..."

The author has something to say: I will tell you, has sister Irene been discovered to have the animal nature of fighting at the slightest disagreement?And, male lead, that's right, it's you that Irene's sister is teasing!