[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

"My dream..." The blond young man was in a trance for a moment, but immediately returned to indifference, "My dream died three years ago."

"I thought you practiced so hard to return to the stage one day?" Phantom was still unhurried.The chill of the lingering winter is still attached to the statue of the angel in the cemetery, but it is just right as a foil to the black dress - Irene is still in the arms of the phantom, but this obviously does not prevent her from sketching the ghost in her mind Mr. elegant and unruly appearance.

Really, the long-lost Phantom demeanor.Irene couldn't help sniggering, and then, as expected, saw the stiff face of the good guy Rand.

"Practice hard? Mr. Chenier, I'm so glad that you are also a pilgrim of art with us!" The girl's emerald eyes suddenly radiated a sincere and eager light, and the surprise in her eyes was hard to distinguish between real and fake.

"It's nothing more than a walking corpse paying homage to the lost glory instinctively in its sad leisure." The young man in front of him was calm from gaze to voice, as if this short silence was enough to make him temporarily break free from the tuxedo and black and white keys. All delusions.

"But Miss Irene definitely doesn't want your soul to continue deceiving yourself and rotting in slumber." The girl's voice was gentle and sincere, and there was a moment in the emerald eyes and the overly precious silhouette buried deep in Rand's distant memory. Perfect coincidence, "May you be born again under the wings of ghosts."

"Under the wings of ghosts?" Rand seemed to have heard some unforgivable words, and repeated them word by word, his stagnant eyes once again froze, "Ha, yes, under the wings of ghosts, you, I, this bleak cemetery, the magnificent Paris Opera House, and even this whole ridiculous world, what is there not to linger under the wings of ghosts?"

"Rand?" Irene couldn't understand the sudden rage of her childhood friend, but subconsciously lowered her voice, and there seemed to be some sincere concern in her alluring emerald eyes.

It's a pity that the girl's tried-and-tested tricks or her seldom-expressed true feelings have failed at this moment.

"Miss Alice, or...my dear...Miss Irene?" It's hard to imagine that a gentleman as handsome as Rand would give people such a gloomy and decadent illusion.The authentic French is still flowing between the young people's lips, except for the last two words with malicious intentions: "Irene".

Yes, it is not a French word translated as "green jade in the center of the sea", but two Chinese characters that she has not seen for a long time: "ai" and "lin", the "ai" of wormwood, and the dazzling array of "lin".

"E...Lin?" Phantom repeated it unaccustomed, and her pronunciation was surprisingly standard.Then, the specter stared suspiciously at Rand's face through the mask—the difference between the names of different languages ​​is so obvious, you can't expect a genius who is good at rhyme to turn a blind eye to it.

Erin's heart skipped a beat because she heard the two Chinese characters flowing out of her lover's mouth. "Ai" is Fang Cao, and "Lin" is Meiyu. That is the best expectation of her gentle and loving parents for her daughter in her previous life. Of course, it is also her first impression of herself in this world—when the word "Irene" appears in the The lover's lips and tongues jumped, and she was willing to believe that it was not only a pair of delicate skin with platinum hair, but also the soul named after the fragrant grass and beautiful jade that hugged the phantom intimately.

It would be great if we could add the word "Li" in front of it!The girl blinked her beautiful emerald eyes, and thought greedily—"Li", was her last name in her previous life.

In fact, after staying in this world for too long, even the most ordinary campus life in the previous life has become blurred like a distant dream, replaced by the hard work of earning a living on the streets of Paris and the magnificent dome of the Opera House... Oh, and of course the Loire The whopper by the river and the seductive glory that comes with it.As for her unapproachable memories with Mr. Phantom, because they are too deep unconsciously, it is difficult to pull away instantly, and then let out a sigh similar to that of a bystander or a person who has experienced it.

What's more, the system that used to bubble from time to time has not made a sound for a long time.Irene thought with low confidence: Even in that self-defeating and dangerous escape, there was no movement at all.Under such circumstances, how can a girl who is deeply in love remember that all this may be just a wonderful dream?

Could all this be just a wonderful fantasy?Irene's face turned pale, and she unconsciously grasped the arm covered by the Phantom's black robe.

"Little Carol?" Phantom lowered her head slightly, and hugged her tightly.The loose cotton in the sleeve was squeezed into some weird shapes, and there was a faint feeling of skinny arms hidden in it; similar to this, there was also the bony chest of the Phantom—it was not beautiful, but it was very real, as if A tombstone with her own name engraved on it specially prepared for her lonely soul in this world.

The heart floating in the air fell to the ground temporarily, and the girl sighed contentedly, "Rand, what do you know?" If one ignores the seriousness and guard in the girl's eyes, this soft question is really like weeping, making people cry. The audience will inevitably be filled with righteous indignation.

"What do I know?" Rand seemed to fall in love with such a shocking repetition, and the corners of his lips curled up in pity, "The ignorant little girl is really happy..."

"Mr. Chenier, if you do know something, I beg you, don't hide it from me—for the sake of our inherent bond." Irene returned to her gentle and sincere appearance in a blink of an eye—anyway, she changed her face This stunt has long been practiced by her to the point of perfection.As for temper, face and things like that?From waifs to theater orphans to Mademoiselle Alice-sur-Loire, Irene can't remember how many times she threw them on the ground and stepped on them all the way.

"Noble Miss Alice? Chick!" The young man's unhurried tone combined with the loud sneer was inexplicably harsh; before Irene had time to say anything, Rand said slowly, "What do you want to know?" What? About why you have been able to save yourself from danger at critical moments for so many years? Or about...why your ghost lover is always in trouble?"

"No, in fact, I just want to know: Do you really believe that your dream is dead?" Irene frowned, and abruptly changed the topic back—her intuition was best not to continue the previous topic.At least, don't continue in front of the Phantom.

"Who says it's not?" Rand still maintained that gentle tone that could easily make people uncomfortable, and his ice blue eyes became even darker, "After all, not everyone in this ridiculous world here has love. Miss Lin is so lucky to be able to break off the ghost's wings so that she can fly high."

These hints are straightforward enough, especially for the shrewd and wise Miss Alice.The girl stared at Rand without giving up, until she was completely defeated by his seemingly innocent smile—he probably had a similar origin to her, but her memory of him was only a gleam of light in the dark childhood , but he seems to have seen all her secrets.

"Then Rand, one last question." Irene was weak all over, and it was all thanks to the support of the phantom that she didn't collapse to the ground in embarrassment.Her voice must be trembling, but it was frozen before she could leave her mouth, "I remember you are the distant nephew of Manager Raphael?"

"That's just compensation for Irene." The young man's expression was in a trance for a moment, but it was immediately covered with indestructible indifference, and on top of the indifference, there was obvious sarcasm, "Of course, it seems that the noble summer Miss Ni probably doesn't need the self-indulgence of a poor poor boy..."

Compensation for the waif Irene, not for Miss Alice.Erin understood, but had nothing to say.Once again, she felt that it was not a good thing to regain her memory—if she really didn't remember anything, neither the severe cold on the streets of Paris nor the hustle and bustle of the Opera House, she just rushed into this place with the fragrance of flowers on the Loire River. The foggy past, is that more enjoyable than being silent with your childhood playmates now?

"Oh, my dear Rand, please believe that your help is not unnecessary-it at least made it possible for me to meet little Carol. For this alone, the Phantom of the Opera is very grateful to you." A voice as mellow as old wine suddenly sounded from above the girl's head, accompanied by undisguised affection.It must be admitted that the long years of the two have already merged the souls of them-little Carol and her ghost lover: when one part is in trouble, the other part will naturally stand up and make their common voice.And this voice can be gratitude, of course, it can also be resistance.

Irene rested quietly on Phantom's not-so-great chest, like an ignorant child nestling in the arms of a loving father.Even in such an embarrassing situation, the familiar scent of her lover still made her feel at ease like never before.Perhaps as Rand said: the ghost has spread its wings gracefully, and she, the lucky one under the ghost's wings, is willing to believe that all the troubles and ugliness in the world have nothing to do with her.

"Besides, I'm very interested to know, what did you do to my little apprentice so that you need to use 'compensation'?" Compared with Rand's slightly immature threat, Phantom's tone is obviously more calm and more meaningful deterrence.The "compensation" at the end of the sentence was deliberately bitten into an accent—so eccentric and not afraid of spoiling the cunning little thing in his arms.

"It's nothing, it's just a mistake of 'forget everything'..." The corner of the young man's mouth curled up stiffly, and he muttered something in a low voice, and the arrogance that had just raised his head disappeared in a blink of an eye.I don't know if it's an illusion, but Irene even saw slight grievances in his cold eyes.

But all of this is not important anymore, at the moment when Irene caught the ambiguous syllables of "forget nothing". "Forget nothing", the oblivion spell from "Harry Potter", the effect is to erase memory...

"Forget everything?" Phantom's voice still sounded calm, but the tight arms and the ready-to-go lasso in the sleeves all clearly told Irene the master's vigilance.

Irene subconsciously curled up in her lover's arms, trying to clear her mind—she hadn't felt such flustered feelings for a long time, at least not obviously, since she became Miss Shani.But even the wily leader Penny is inevitably at a loss when faced with supernatural forces.The girl thought of her dusty memories of her past life before she met Eric, and of the too easy amnesia when she fled. She even thought of the almost flawless silhouette of Rand in her heart—in fact, who can be flawless forever?Even if there is such a perfect person, how could he leave such a strange impression in his heart?It's so strange that you almost never think of it when you don't see it, but when you meet it, all the previous things come like a tide?

Doubts mixed with anger rushed to her face, but Irene quickly calmed down.There is only one logic left in the girl's head that has been tested by adversity: if all this is just a dream, then her memory is the sustenance of all emotions.Maybe she will choose to take back the emotion she once poured into and wake up in time; but there is absolutely no need for a sinister "forget it all" to make the decision for her!The girl felt the reassuring atmosphere behind her, and a cold murderous intent flickered in her green eyes, which were foggy just a second ago, as if they were about to fill with tears.

"Yes, forget everything, a very effective little trick to bring people back to life. Miss Shani happened to try it..." Rand's cold eyes swept across Irene's frowning brows, and also across Ke's eyes. Christine's pale face was finally fixed on the Phantom's cold white mask, with a hint of bewilderment, "Do you want to try it? My noble, great, mysterious Mr. Phantom of the Opera?"

"No, not at all!" Irene impatiently rejected this dangerous proposal for Phantom.The young people's fanatical and sometimes hating attitude towards her phantom made her brain ache, but she had already faintly realized that the phantom seemed to have a strange influence on Rand than herself—every time she When the Phantom is mentioned, the young people's mood fluctuates violently.She was even keenly aware that Rand's eyes were fixed on the Phantom most of the time, rather than her self-professed object of admiration.Reminiscent of "Forget Nothing" from "Harry Potter"...

"Severus Snape?" The girl blurted out with a flash of inspiration.

Severus Snape, the famous double agent in "Harry Potter", the gloomy and stern Potions professor at Hogwarts, is also Irene who has lived here for nearly 14 years. Except for the protagonist's name The only character who still has a clear impression.After all, the same genius, the same affection, the same unlovedness, and even the same blackness that belongs to Eternal Night... In a sense, they are two souls so similar... But once as fans, The taste is always similar...

So... "You came for him, but you were taken to the wrong place?" So I often see my Eric as his phantom longing to get close, but often resenting this being without him, precisely for the phantom And the world that exists, so hates the phantom?Irene was shocked by her tortuous guess, and her tone couldn't help but feel pity that it had nothing to do with her.The flash of astonishment and alertness of the young people undoubtedly affirmed this not-so-good answer.

"System, I think I need to explain." For many years, Irene took the initiative to call the system in her heart, and in the same unprecedentedly harsh tone, "Including Rand who went to the wrong door and his theory of luck."

"As you can imagine, you share luck, because the souls that are gradually blending, either listen to the holy voice of heaven together, or fall into the abyss together; while he is rejected by this world, struggling to survive alone under the shadow of the ghost... This is Our mistake." After a short silence, the system with a weak sense of existence added in a rare and gentle tone, "But, the development of things always has its roots—he likes music, and you don't reject magic, do you?"

"If I were the pure-blood witch Alice Malfoy at this moment, and not just Miss Shani, I really don't need to reject magic." Irene responded coldly.

"Don't be nervous, dear—it's just the benefits we promised him, just like the perfect voice given to you." The system's reply returned to its usual slickness.

God knows how many times he practiced 'Forget It All' on me when I was working hard on my singing voice!Irene has always disliked dealing with the system, not only because it can do nothing but pour cold water, but also because it will remind her of her identity that does not belong here—who knows when this dream of charity will come to an abrupt end What?But this time...

"After today, if I forget anything—whether it's good or bad, please remind me in as much detail as possible." Miss Charney took a deep breath, letting go of all the ominous premonition and the ensuing ambiguity. All my fears are buried deep in my heart.Everyone can see that a little smile spreads over the girl's emerald-like crystal eyes, and when it reaches the corners of her petal-like lips, it is already shining like the sun.

The author has something to say: Kavin stuck to □□, and recently became obsessed with HP... After struggling for a long time, I finally added the HP background board, but those who haven’t seen it should not worry about affecting reading, after all It's just soy sauce... Well, this chapter is definitely Chu Chang-kun, it can be regarded as compensation for breaking the update.Little angels who are still waiting here, please leave a message below the article, let me know that you are still there, and, the stupid author loves you!