[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

"Eric, if I unfortunately forget you again, and you still want to cherish my shadow in your heart, then just sing to me!" This is little Carol, or Irene as his little Carol , the last word left.

Eric didn't know when his little Carol remembered the sweetness of the past, but he didn't need to know now—the girl's emerald eyes quietly reflected the exquisite embroidery of the black curtain, and also reflected the ghost's blurred and broken eyes. His face was full of bewilderment.

"Sir?" Irene rolled her slender eyelashes up and down a few times, spoke cautiously, and was immediately startled by her own voice—so soft, so graceful, is it really my voice?Could this be the perfect voice that the questionnaire promised was "far better than Christine"?The little girl's chaotic thoughts flicked through the questionnaire that she filled out at random, and she had no choice but to land on the deformed face in front of her: Is this Lord Phantom?But, why didn't Lord Phantom wear a mask?

As a loyal fan of Phantom, Irene often fantasizes about creating a romantic love story with her idol, but all the beginnings do not include the current situation—a girl who has just arrived and wakes up from the charming and dreamlike curtain in a daze , the first glance is the ghost's mysterious true face.

But what could be more touching than this scene?Especially when she found that she was far more calm than she imagined when facing this terrifying face that was so close at hand.

Irene got up dazedly from the gorgeous shell bed that she had coveted for a long time through the screen, and walked to the dining table according to Master Phantom's eyes to enjoy an overly sumptuous Western-style meal——as a fan girl, of course To fully understand the meaning of the idol's eyes!The girl put down the gold-plated knife and fork that she used unexpectedly, never admitting that she was actually seduced by the dim yellow candlesticks around the dining table, and she couldn't restrain the urge to share a candlelight dinner with Lord Phantom.

This is Lord Phantom who once captured the hearts of countless pink girls through the screen: Look at his dignified posture, his affectionate eyes, even the flickering candles in front of him and the blurred lines on his black robe are so gentle, So personable!Irene lowered her eyes a little shyly, and secretly glanced at the man across the table—apparently, the little girl who was deeply in the halo of an idol had already selectively ignored the phantom's sunken and broken face and his barely-fitting robe. Aesthetic skinny body.

Then, Irene began to rejoice—the little girl absolutely didn’t want to leave a rude impression when she dined at the same table with her idol for the first time, but fortunately, she didn’t need to bother, the powerful instinct of the original body could help her avoid everything Possible faux pas and sounds.Maybe the original body was originally a little lady brought up by a noble family?Irene waved the knife and fork silently, elegantly and quickly cutting the luxurious dish in front of her, who didn't know whether it was lamb chops or steak, but her thoughts were flying around: It seems that the original body left a good amount of capital, and we must try to keep it—— Irene, Irene, don't spoil a good hand of cards!

Soon, the girl's delicate chewing sound disappeared, but Eric still didn't speak, just watched her quietly, as if he wanted to burn the person in front of him into his own flesh and blood.There was silence on the dining table, only the pale candles flickering restlessly, making a light "crack" sound from time to time, like an impatient complaint from a bystander.

I should be embarrassed because of the wordless silence; or I should put on a stern face and pretend to be angry, so as to teach this reclusive genius what is the behavior of a gentleman, and by the way... The embarrassment is over!Erin thought to herself.But she ended up doing nothing.In fact, she stayed calmly on the ornately decorated chair, and even looked beyond the ornate tablecloth, changing from a secret inquiry to a frank entanglement with the phantom... The cold-colored eyes soon revealed eagerness—— ——But this is not the ardent affection he knew little Carol never concealed, nor the ardent admiration she thought she could not extricate herself when she came into contact with idols in person, but something in between, more similar to her apprenticeship, The first love for the mysterious and majestic angel mentor.

"Miss Shani," when the title was called, the man's stiff tone took pains to conceal some kind of sharp pain, which made his wine-like voice a bit pungent and choking, "you seem to be full of energy?"

Miss Shani?Originally belonged to the Shani family?The noble family from which Viscount Raul was born?Could it be that I was captured by Lord Phantom instead of that reckless nobleman, and became a poor hostage to threaten his beloved Christine?Sporadic images flashed through Irene's mind, and the ladies with heavy make-up and their slender waists that were so tight and deformed in the images made her feel a little nauseous.

God, I hope Yuanshen doesn't like this horrible decoration!The girl was thinking wildly, and brewed the most sincere and harmless smile on her face, "Ah, sir, I'm really sorry, although I really want to say 'yes, thanks for the hospitality', but I seem to have forgotten many things—— Even my own surname has just been learned from you. If you don't mind, can you take me in for a while? Since... I may be a... nobleman who can pay?" At this point, What flashed through the girl's mind was the "monthly salary" of [-] francs that the Phantom of the Opera demanded from the theater manager.

Speaking of it, she clearly read the story of "The Phantom of the Opera" over and over again, but now that she thinks about it, why are those relevant plots so vague that they seem to have been left behind in the last century?

"I'm afraid I can't...Miss Shani..." Eric chewed the title stiffly, and twisted his face to the side of the shadow; the most hideous part of his face melted into the shadow of the candle flame "For the sake of the reputation of both of us..." The blurred light and shadow intertwined in the depression in the center of his face, making him look even more illusory and terrifying, as if he really was a cold ghost.

It's a pity that the little girl from the ivory tower doesn't know what it means to "retire in spite of difficulties"—she leaned her petite body back and leaned comfortably on the back of the carved granite chair. Slightly tilted towards one shoulder, long platinum-blonde hair hangs loosely along the back of the chair.

"Even as a silly girl whose mind is almost blank for the time being, I don't think staying away from you, or staying away from here can keep my damn 'noble reputation'!" Instinctively fluent French and a seductive, well-adapted voice.

Over the years, Eric had seen Erin in many ways, first as a mentor and later as a lover.But he dared to swear that the one in front of him was definitely not included among them - the girl's expression at this moment was neither enchanting nor dignified, and her pair of green eyes looked light and immature.

He knew that Irene didn't lose nearly all her memory like she did back then, and she would never have another unfettered free growth.But even when she settled down at the Paris Opera ten years ago, she couldn't have looked more like a child than she does now!Eric sighed inwardly.He rarely remembered that his little lover was only about fifteen years old, just an age between a child and a woman—girls at this age hadn't completely fallen into the obsession of time, and worldly morals But there were already blurred scars under her eyes...

Have you ever stood in the light without any worries and didn't know the severe cold of the eternal night?Is it true that no amount of wandering without dignity, no amount of careful planning will make your eyes cloudy and your soul dark?Isn't it... No matter how many times you come back, you are willing to listen to the humble voice of the ghost and lead me to escape the dark and lonely purgatory?

The last hypothesis brought a slight sweetness to his heart, but it was immediately swallowed up by the dark clouds entrenched there.

On the other side of the dining table, the girl was still looking at him with her lively and immature green eyes; while his broken face was outlined by the jumping candle shadows into various hideous, weird, and lifeless totems, but in her eyes, he was endowed with justice, Compassion and the love and tenderness that make him taste the marrow.The girl's small, pink lips also arched a short seductive arc not obediently, as if she was only short of a lingering deep kiss from him.Oh, of course, this time he had nothing to hide, all the real ugliness he was used to revealing to her long before the cunning little thing spoke his first love words.Even though, this moment is another sad "first acquaintance" for them.

"Eric!" Although it was a blunt refusal in her ears, Irene felt that Master Phantom's acting skills were too clumsy—maybe the person in front of her had been relying on a mask all the year round, and when his broken facial features were out of cover, she didn't know how to defend for a while , easily showing the appearance of about to cry.The girl raised her voice and called out the name she had called thousands of times in her heart, and her scrutiny turned into a stare mixed with a trace of anger.Eric saw her eyes piercing towards him like the tips of bamboo shoots that wanted to break through the ground, but when they reached her body, they softened into fine silk and bound him layer by layer—just like she called him "mentor" "As I have done countless times.

"Eric! I remember correctly, about your name." The anger in Irene's eyes became more obvious, when she guessed that Mrs. Phantom, whom she was thinking of, might have a relationship with the original body.Otherwise, what's the matter with that man's almost desperate expression?It can't be the so-called time-traveling female welfare!

My God, don't tell me that I ran this hard trip to defeat "myself" and win the idol's heart!The girl wailed quietly in her heart: Don't say how dedicated Master Phantom is, just say that the original body looks like the persona of a noble lady. I want to play a lifelong role-playing role-playing for fear of revealing my secrets!By the way, where did "Miss Shani", which is not mentioned in any of these versions, come from?Could it be that she has transmigrated into some unpopular fan novel...

"My little Carol..."

"Little Carol? I guess this is the pet name you gave me? It sounds good, I will remember it—you are welcome to continue to use it in the future." Once again caught by the trembling voice of the Phantom, Irene Subconsciously interrupting him, his eyes, which had been burnt even clearer by the anger, were still wide open, and a provocative smile filled his eyes.

In any case, before the truth is revealed, this pretend game must continue in earnest.What's more, what I hate the most is the development trend of "one side makes up its own mind and lets go for love", which has no real meaning except to lie to tears!Even if it is to defend the love of the original body, Lord Phantom, no, Eric, don't expect to do this to me!Erin quickly found a good reason for herself, and then continued to smile at the man with peace of mind.

The author has something to say: That's right, Sister Irene was a 2333 girl who made fun of herself in her previous life.And, this chapter explains the situation of the heroine, and the next chapter will be our delicious phantom and strength to stumble Rand.Well, what happened to them at the end of the last chapter (Yingmai)?Hehehe, the brain hole of the stupid author who has been infinitely close to the black hole is about to be opened~

PS: The baby has given up trying to make up for the tall image of the Phantom, so let him dote on each other with my family, Irene.

Finally, the following small abuse warning (probably?)