[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

"Meg asked me: How does it feel to stay/fly with ghosts?" Because someone raised his head and backed away in a little panic, the girl's warm and fragrant breath just hit the top of his raised skirt.

In fact, the ghost's thin neck is covered with a thick layer of padding, and the outer layer of the padding is also tightly stretched with skin similar to the skin color of an ordinary adult man—this, together with all the padding all over the body of different thicknesses, makes him look like a human. It is no different from any ordinary man, at least, it looks like this outside of the face; but it also isolates most of the touch, including the girl's soft body and soft breath.It's just that since that hasty escape, the poor ghost no longer dared to expect such a generous gift from the girl, so that when the surprise came, he didn't know how to express his surging gratitude.

"I had the pleasure of listening to opera all morning at the opera house today - your place is not bad. However, those girls who are said to be friends with me when I worked in the theater, especially Christine and Meg, they look like The impression of you is really not good." In front of the ghost, the girl's thinking seemed to be jumping casually, her expression was lazy, but her tone was a bit meaningfully teasing, "Well, since I'm not with you Knowing when the relationship between lovers was spread to everyone in the theater, I successfully enjoyed the special treatment of everyone's awe and the extreme hostility of Ji Li's mother and daughter."

Phantom's body, which had just shown its intention to retreat, immediately froze.Irene smiled secretly, and stuck closer to him—she didn't need to look up to know that Mr. Phantom's face, which always likes to hide behind a mask, must be full of joy and fear at the moment, and maybe a mixture of it Some inexplicable guilt—he was always so awkward anyway.Sometimes Irene wondered if the famous Phantom of the Opera was the Mr. Phantom she knew.Of course, in any case, her ability to guess the intentions of her old friend and help this awkward ghost find excuses is becoming more and more proficient after all.

"Irene! Mentor!" Christine literally screamed the last word!The brown-haired girl's eyes widened, and the pupils of the same color as the hair clearly reflected the intimate posture of the good sister and the nightmare of the night—even though she was extremely unwilling to admit it, Irene's cat-like lazy and relaxed expression There was no intention of giving her any room for false associations.

"Long time no see, my little apprentice who ran away, Christine." The deep and steady voice came from the shadow that was integrated with the pure black hood, carrying the majesty of the Phantom of the Opera.If she hadn't clearly felt the strength of Mr. Ghost's sudden tightness, Irene might have been deceived by this ghost who is good at disguising, thinking that he was almost indifferent to the appearance of others.

"Mentor? That's right, I remembered: Christine did call you 'mentor' in front of me—my beloved ghost mentor, tell me, how many good apprentices do you have?" Irene thought of herself It was the first time I heard Mr. Phantom singing with lyrics, so I gave him an unhappy look, then slightly turned my head to face Christine, and the pale face soon bloomed with the feeling of a girl who is in love. With a characteristic haughty smile, "Christine, look, does Mr. Ghost still frighten you at this moment?"

Of course not... Christine had to admit: Although it was still the usual black dress of the Phantom of the Opera, the Phantom of the Beauty in her arms was full of intoxicating warmth at this moment.The monster despised by the light hugged the green-eyed girl tightly, as if he was holding his only treasure, staring at himself with some not-so-obvious guard; and Irene, her closest sister, was smiling at the moment Close to Phantom's side, her fair face still looked gentle and amiable, but it was a little more seductive and indescribable.Even the infatuation with her mentor that once made her terrified, this girl seems to enjoy it extraordinarily.

"No more, I swear! You and Christine are all the apprentices of the ghost." The explanation that blurted out was a step faster than the thinking, and the ghost silenced the sound a little embarrassingly under the girl's playful eyes, but the eyes remained the same. is earnest.

"You...you have also become the ghost's apprentice? Meg... Meg is indeed right..." Christine took a step back unconsciously, unable to see at all how impatient she was just now.Irene looked at the brown-haired girl who couldn't finish a sentence, and her eyes were filled with mist, and she was stunned for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Irene, I'm sorry..." As if experiencing an unbearable blow in an instant, the big star buried his head deeply in his palm, but couldn't hide his pale face, and his slender body trembled helplessly .

Yuna, you described "the friendship between the dancing girl and the clown" in such detail, why didn't you tell me that this Miss Daye is a beauty made of water!

"Mr. Phantom, it seems that not every apprentice deeply respects and loves her mentor." Irene watched her old friend's fierce reaction, and it took her a long time to speak dryly.

"Ah, it's unavoidable—but your poor mentor will be satisfied as long as he is loved by a student." The ghost calmly held the girl in his arms who was trying to get up to comfort Christine, even A momentary separation of the head and neck was not allowed. He did not pay too much attention to Christine, but only looked at the girl who was close at hand with affectionate eyes, and his tone became relaxed and stable.

"Then you don't have to worry anymore—little Carol will always respect and love her mentor." The girl struggled symbolically, and habitually followed Mr. Ghost's wishes, staying peacefully in his pure In black's arms.

"Of course, if you are willing to lead the apprentices to sing again and cleanse the dusty heart, I think little Carol will respect you even more." But the girl quickly remembered the unfinished topic before. Changing to a more comfortable posture, he looked at those strangely shaped pupils, his eyes flickering with anticipation and curiosity.

"Happy to help." The corners of Phantom's lips seemed to curl up in a stiff arc similar to a smile. He temporarily put one arm around the girl's flexible waist, and lifted the other hand to his chest, skillfully After a gentleman's opening ceremony, the gentle and mellow voice drifted from his lips to the girl's petite auricle...

"Who once stepped on the footsteps of an angel and approached the dark night, through a high wall, willfully poured out his loneliness to the ghost. The cunning clown quietly stole the ghost's favor, but hid in the angel's shiny wings, only to the dark The night stretches out claws and fangs..."

"She captured the shy ghost?" Irene blinked, as if realizing something, and asked with a smile.

"Yes, she captured the ghost, but not at that time, but after she ran away in a hurry and eagerly looked forward to the reunion." Phantom's thin fingers gently covered the pair of green eyes full of expectation, except for a slightly rough In Irene's world, there is only Mr. Ghost's elegant and seductive voice as if with a hook.

How did she capture the ghost?Why run away?And why eagerly look forward to reunion?All kinds of simple doubts circled in Irene's intelligent brain, and then melted into Mr. Ghost's deep and lingering singing voice.

"I used to stick to the darkness, but blindly chased after the light daughter. I used my song to drive away her loneliness and sorrow, pretending to be her father's heroic spirit." The whispers of the ghost echoed in Irene's ears, but she intuitively felt that this passage was not sung. Listen to yourself.So, is it Christine?

"You devil, how could you be the heroic spirit of my father? You once used the magnificent music kingdom to lure me to bow down to you, and took my true feelings at will. When the rich love redeemed me, you turned your greedy eyes on me again My sister?" Crystal tears shattered on the gauze skirt, turning into flames of hatred; Christine's high-pitched singing lost the polish of her technique, making it even more mournful.

"Your sister? Little Carol, she is indeed your trustworthy sister..." Irene could hear Mr. Ghost's sincere admiration, but she didn't know where the strong self-deprecation came from.

"My daughter who pursues the light with all my heart, I pretended to be holy for a long time in her dream. I carefully guided her singing to fly, but that singing made the birds of love rest on her shoulders..."

"I'm going to lose my light! When the handsome boy offered her a rose, I said to myself, and was overly terrified. I tore the delicate petals of the rose as I tore the wings of a bird; I . . . Torturing the handsome boy, hoping to destroy the steadfast love..."

The phantom's trembling singing gradually became more vigorous, and the layered sadness was like a monstrous wave continuously beating the sensitive hearts of the girls. His pupils behind the white mask probably cast an apologetic glance at Christine, and then Because of the more intimate posture, Irene felt the uncontrollable trembling and subtle crying of Mr. Ghost's whole body.

"What about the clown? Where is the cunning and cute clown?" The girl skillfully changed the subject, her voice was brisk, with an air of expectation.

"The cunning and lovely clown is rampaging through thorns in the dark night of ghosts, and even promises to protect the angel's pure white forever." Phantom's singing quickly quieted down. deeper sorrow...

"Excessive harshness made my angel cry in fear, but excessive love made you plan to escape..."

"My beloved little apprentice, how could you bear to disappear like this? When your poor teacher fell into mournful silence in front of your clothed tomb?" This should have been a long time ago, but when the phantom's small voice floated in his ears At the same time, the girl seemed to hear the sorrow of the world.

"From now on, I have been chasing the daughter of light, because I no longer dared to hope to catch the fairies of the world; I tore up the delicate roses, because I no longer dared to look forward to steadfast love; I dedicated all the hypocritical beauty to Christine, that Pure white angel, because my sincere ugly appearance and heart will only be exposed in your eyes, little Carol, my most proud apprentice, my bravest friend and most tolerant lover."

How bitter, how lingering?It took only a moment for the full-bodied singing voice to return from high-pitched to low-pitched, and the few ambiguous whispers in the middle were even more irresistible.Christine's face was habitually blurred, but there was still a ridiculous struggle in her eyes.As for Irene, she focused on capturing the whispers in her ears, letting her memory float and her soul sink.

"Until you reunited with me, accompanied me in a ridiculous dream, and woke me up from the dream again, we were honest with each other, and exchanged vows of love... I heard that you put on a gorgeous dress and shined on the banks of the Loire River? I heard that You fell in love with letting the horse's hooves whip up the wind and giving the reins your future?"

This is the story of ghosts, this is the song of ghosts!Irene quietly listened to the whispering in her ear, and it was the first time that such a clear idea finally appeared in her floating memory.Although Mr. Phantom's singing is also full of strong subjective will, and even has a poetic haze, it is like the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle, connecting Yuna and Christine's detailed but often contradictory or even unjustifiable narratives. / clothing seamless.Of course, Mr. Ghost won't bother to explain who, but who made our little Carol really smart?

"How lucky, I said to myself. That amazing song still sleeps for me in the colorful days of Miss Alice - the first time someone kept his promise to me and was not forced by the Phantom of the Opera. .”

How lucky, Irene whispered to herself, that you were so willing to open up to me when I had so rashly forgotten you.

"So you finally discovered that the birds of love have already sung gently on your shoulders?" The scattered memories were easily pieced together by the ghost's singing, and the girl sang happily, her soft voice seemed to be wrapped in bee sugar, sweet and lingering , but full of the unique innocence of children who are deeply in tenderness.Not far away, Christine stood alone in the open space, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say a word.If the phantom took away the palm covering Irene's eyes at this time, she should have seen the arrogance and pride hidden in the girl's eyes towards Christine.

"Yes, my soul has ended its lonely wandering, and I have found real peace in the fire of love in your eyes." The end of the singing is full of tenderness.

"Someone is here, you should go in." However, parting always comes more suddenly than love.The girl's eyelashes still had the warmth of her lover, but her body had already been gently sent into the carriage.Then she saw her lover quickly pull down the hood, return to the original posture, holding the whip and solemnly pretending to be a dutiful coachman; even Christine, a frail star, turned pale and ran with her skirts in her hands He got into the car and sat with her.

You can appear casually in front of Christine, but not in front of others?Erin was childishly calculating, and unilaterally decided to be vigilant against the big star in front of her.

"Ah..." A familiar name twirled around on the tender tongue and was swallowed back into the stomach without any trace; the girl's charming green eyes flashed a hint of slyness, and the long platinum hair was pressed against the carriage The wall flowed onto Mr. Ghost's not-so-generous shoulders, "Ghost, listen carefully: if you dare to give up our friendship this time, I will never talk to you again!"

"No..." The phantom's vague answer was transmitted to the girl's ears through the hood, and Irene retracted her body in satisfaction, preparing to appease Christine or deal with the approaching footsteps.

No... I will never give up our... love again.On the other side, Phantom gently sniffed the fragrance of the girl left on her palm, her eyes flashed, and the smile-like arc of her lips widened slightly: Actually, even if that cunning little fox has forgotten you and your love, So what if it's because of your shameless seduction and encroachment?The distance between you has never been more distant than that between passionate lovers.

The author has something to say: the rare 4000 chapters, but the progress is still delayed, the real climax has not been written, the stupid author is so sad... and after thinking twice, he decided to let the male lead stand out, lest the good Phantom of the Opera be lost I wrote it as Mr. Rabbit...but by visual inspection, most of the heroines are 2333 who is not more than three seconds handsome.In the end, because I really want to write about how the heroine who has recovered her memory pretends to be amnesiac to seduce the heroine, so the stupid author shakes his hands and his brain goes off track again... Love, I can only mourn for my poor outline for three seconds