[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

From the chaotic footsteps, Irene heard the crisp sound of the little leather boots hitting the ground, which was not powerful but inexplicably almost tragic. She guessed that it belonged to Meg.

"Eileen, now we..."

"Now, we need the magic of ghosts..." Irene cut off Christine's thin voice, and a meaningful smile appeared in the lake green eyes.

Erin, what do we do now?Christine watched helplessly as the girl's long and slender fingers groped on the wall of the carriage painted with patterns. In the blink of an eye, there was a crisp "click", and a stack of pure black robes fell out of nowhere from a hidden corner. , I couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously swallowed the remaining half of the question back into my stomach.

"Then, Ms. Daye, please wait for a moment." The change of clothes was done in one go, and finally, Irene put the black top hat with a very wide brim on the top of her head, and sat back firmly in her original position, waiting for the rushing arrival The guests are here; only a slightly joking order floated into the ears of the brown-haired beauty, and the voice was also low and hoarse, not at all like a young woman, and compared to Irene's usual soft voice, it was even more different.

"Irene! Irene! Irene Muller! The ghost finally came to find you, your hypocritical accomplice! Don't think that hiding in the carriage can hide from my eyes!" This was caused by raging anger. The flooding voice belonged to Meg.Irene thoughtfully opened a gap in the velvet curtain, just enough for Christine's terrified gaze to pass through.So the girl's plump figure and deeply sunken eye sockets were all exposed to her terrified friend's eyes.In stark contrast, there are a few tall but perfunctory middle-aged men behind him.They just gather behind the characters in twos and threes, and look far away casually, as if similar things happen often, and they are not worthy of surprise or sympathy.And Christine didn't even need to look carefully to notice: the mechanism activated by Irene just now not only changed the interior of the carriage, but even extended a lot of gorgeous decorations on the exterior at some point—the entire carriage was separated in a blink of an eye. Instead of the plain and original appearance she is familiar with, it is filled with the Phantom of the Opera-like luxury that is enough to make most low-class people stay away.

"Hey, young lady, although you are beautiful and lively, you are really cute, but I can't let you climb a stranger's frame." Then, the brown-haired beauty heard another slightly gritty and harsh voice. the sound of.She was even able to draw a detailed outline in her mind: a young homeless man who is the most common on the streets of Paris, still at the beginning of the voice change period, perhaps with a few sporadic spots scattered on his perennially unclean face "Trouble in adolescence"; because he was wandering on the streets since he was a child, he has a sophisticated way of striking up a conversation and a slippery tone, but there is still unburned blood and hope for this world in his heart, and he may become a hero among the inferior people at any time.

But... But here is almost a wilderness, and it's not the lively streets of Paris. There will be no homeless teenagers outside the car, obviously only a gloomy and violent Phantom of the Opera!

"Dave, what happened? If this lady is really anxious, you can give her a ride." Before Christine had time to warn or cry, Irene had already voluntarily stuck her head out of the car window—a top hat The wide brim protrudes from the thick velvet curtain, like an elegant lady, friendly and dignified enough.

Meg didn't see the startled faces of the people in the car clearly, but such a graceful woman obviously shouldn't be offended again and again; besides, no amount of righteous anger can sustain a weak and sick body for a long time—except for looking at the gorgeously decorated The carriage was gone, and the little dancing girl had nothing else to do.And Christine, this girl who is a big star just sits stiffly in the carriage - it is undeniable that the innocent girl has gradually acquired some courage to fight against the ghost; but compared to the ghost alone, she needs to be cautious. There are too many places, so many that if you are not careful, you may bear the debt of conscience.

After confirming that Meg was far away, Christine collapsed in an instant. She habitually approached Irene, but suddenly shivered and stopped abruptly.

"Sorry, Christine, did we seem to scare you just now?" Irene paused for a moment with her hugging arms, and then continued as if nothing had happened, only adjusted the angle slightly, and then easily lifted her delicate arms. The brown-haired beauty took her into her arms.The girl's shadow shrouded Christine again—her tone was so gentle, her eyes were so gentle, it seemed that all the tenderness of the past had been revived at this moment, and became more and more lingering because of the precipitation of time— ——Compared to the intimidation and intimidation of Phantom, which is so inferior that I can't bear to look directly at it, Irene's method is more like a sugar-coated poison/drug, knowing that it is fatal, but willing to sink.

"Irene, you... When did you learn..." Christine's remaining sanity was still dying.

"Have you forgotten, Christine? I have been wandering with my mentor for many days..."

"Mentor? He also asked you to call him 'mentor'!" A certain unforgettable word awakened Christine, who was about to indulge in the familiar sense of security, in an instant.Needless to say, Irene was fortunate enough to hear the rare scream of the famous soprano again.

"Is there anything wrong with this? In wandering without looking forward to the end, I have long been convinced by the ghost's unpredictable musical talent, of course, as well as his magical mechanisms and other amazing skills... Although he is not really handsome and strong, And it’s always hard to avoid being clumsy in dealing with outsiders.” It can be heard that the girl’s tone is casual but implying piety—the ghost’s new apprentice is obviously not in a state of fanaticism, but such sober and sincere admiration is even more People dare not question it.

"He never said it to me, but I have indeed been taught by him carefully; I have never made an agreement with him, but I am willing to swear allegiance to his noble soul..." The last two lines are like whispers between lovers, except for Kelly Si Ting, even the gloomy and weird man outside the car couldn't hear it.

"His noble soul? A noble and bloodthirsty soul?" Christine also lowered her voice and wailed bitterly to Irene, "Well, Irene, I know what you think—I have also Bewitched by that cunning ghost, blindly taking him as a musical angel gifted by God, as the eternal spirit of his father. I... I know how fascinating his music is, but you have to think clearly, Think about his wanton encroachment and plunder on you—if you are half awake, you should be alert to all of this!"

"Of course I have always been in awe of my mentor." Irene changed the concept confidently, and the emerald eyes were full of high spirits that Christine never wanted to see, "But I think we are a pair of close lovers Not too bad."

"I beg you to love me, to love me! Yes, love! Kind love, never ostentatious, provocative, single-minded, unwavering, honest love, without any pretense, transparent, pure and pure! Ah! May you belong to me in its entirety, in its entirety! Body, beauty, subtle tastes of love..." The girl's emotional recitation stopped abruptly here—forgive her for not knowing Keats's poems carefully, just remembering part of the beginning.

"Your hands, your kisses, your alluring glances, your warm, white, ecstatic breasts -- your body, your soul, give me all to hurt me, keep nothing, or I'll die, or , to be your poor slave and live..." Lingering chant came from the wall of the carriage on Christine's side, as if a pair of cold arms were about to drag her into the abyss, carrying all the unreasonable feelings of the master. love and lust.

"Okay, it's enough to get here, I don't want to leave my friends sad, forgetting the purpose of life, or being disheartened!" Until Irene cut off the seamless performance somewhat arrogantly, Christine Only temporarily saved.The brown-haired beauty let out a long low sigh, and stared at her little sister worriedly and in amazement——the ghost offered his love and warmth frankly with his voice, even including his unchanging piety and greed... ...This even once made her mistakenly think that she has not met Raul, the light of her life, but she is still struggling in the darkness without the sun!But Irene, this girl who is also under the threat of ghosts is actually sitting in the carriage, her expression is undisguised and lazy, as if, as if this small and dark space is the warm embrace of her lover, and she is acting coquettishly to his lover. Lovely flowers.

"Of course I know that, my good girl." In contrast, it seems not very surprising that the phantom, who has always been majestic and eccentric, would joke with his little apprentice in such a peaceful and even relaxed tone.

You see, Mr. Ghost is so agreeable that you and your friends needn't be too afraid of him.Eileen said nothing, but Christine clearly read the message in her soft, cheerful green eyes.The brown-haired beauty who was inadvertently isolated by the two of them in another world smiled wryly, but she also temporarily relaxed or disheartened and leaned her head on a corner of the carriage, and stopped talking.

In fact, neither Christine nor Irene think that the Phantom has spent so much time disguising as a coachman to appear outside the theater just to visit her little apprentice—maybe Irene, as the ghost's new favorite, may embrace There were such vanity-inflated fantasies, but Christine, who had only discovered ghostly traces in the theater not long ago, had absolutely no reason to have similar thoughts.So when the wheels of the carriage slowly began to turn, neither of the two girls in the carriage was surprised.

"Dear Mr. Phantom, where are you going to take us in the carriage?" Irene even asked casually.

"Aren't you curious about who Rand is? I'll take you to see your infatuated suitor." Speaking of rivals, Ghost's tone is certainly not friendly, but it's rare that it's not so cold or manic, so that he always It was suffocating.

Where is the most likely place to meet an infatuated suitor?A coffee shop, a park bench, or a dueling arena where gentlemen defend their glory?No matter where it is, it shouldn't be here—in a lonely cemetery, right?Miss Shani, who claims to be well-informed, was also a little confused by the place where the carriage stopped.However, she immediately saw a gorgeous pointed tombstone—in a plain forest of steles, its white appearance and smooth lines really stood out.And in the middle of this outstanding tombstone, Irene saw a familiar photo. In the photo, the little girl with light brows and eyes smiled particularly slyly.

Irene Müller, 1855-1866.Irene looked down, and vaguely remembered that when she was 11 years old, she cooperated with Philip's cunning noble son and escaped from the theater by feigning death in a riot.This is really... It couldn't be more embarrassing... The girl quickly shifted her gaze to the man standing quietly in front of the tombstone: with an elegant and tall figure, a deep and tough outline, that kid Rand is really getting better and better!

At this time, the man seemed to be aware of Irene's impolite gaze, but he gave her a gentle smile, and immediately pulled her into the past that he thought was already blurred in memory.

The author has something to say: Hey, the baby actually let Rand out on the tail in this chapter, another year of sadness for the debate team qaq