[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

If you want to ask Irene what she is most satisfied with since she traveled, apart from the infinite charm of the original body that can make Mr. Phantom follow from the opera house to Shani's house, it must be the recognition of Rand.As the saying goes: When a fellow countryman sees a fellow countryman, his eyes are full of tears.Irene felt that she couldn't have been more fortunate to have met Rand, a warm-hearted fellow from China, at the beginning of time travel!

"Rand, today is the 15th birthday of 'Miss Shani'—you don't intend to show it?" The green-eyed girl walked backwards with her hands behind her back, as if her feet were not wet after a light snowfall. The slippery mud, but the green grass in February and March.

"It's Miss Shani's birthday, and it's not Li Irene's. What do I need to say?" Rand argued casually, with a faint smirk on his lips, but only girls in his deep blue eyes. A smiling reflection.The young man has a gentle expression, which is the appearance that the little girl who thinks she is helpless at the beginning of time travel is most willing to trust.

"Because I'll take the trouble to express it when it's 'Mr. Chenier''s birthday." Irene said confidently, paused, and then added cautiously, "Don't talk about the insincere emeralds before. Jewelry is your 'expression'!"

"How beautiful your eyes are with emeralds!" The young man stared intently at the girl's emerald-colored pupils, and praised sincerely.The girl didn't answer, but the smile in her eyes became brighter and brighter.

"You are smart!" Just like before!Rand cursed with a smile, and let out a satisfied sigh from the bottom of his heart, the expression in his eyes changed from tenderness to deeper piety, but it became more and more obscure, as if he was afraid of alarming something.

At this time, the two happened to walk near a half-dead tree.The young man quickly walked to the tree and stood still, without speaking, but with a smile and a gesture to the girl with his eyes.

Of course, Irene didn't bother to be polite to him, so she swung the small shovel she had prepared early in the morning and dug down a small, overly flat space under the tree.First, the extremely shallow snow on the ground was cleared away, then the soft new soil was turned up again, and finally, a brown-red iron box half arm's length was finally exposed from the soil.

"It really is this again! Can't you change the packaging to a more beautiful one as a gift for girls?" Irene complained to him habitually, and opened the ugly iron box with ease.The next moment, the girl's emerald eyes suddenly brightened like the sky after dawn, "Is this the embroidery cloth and thread of Suzhou embroidery? Where did you get it?"

"Don't worry about where I got it, just say whether the embroidery you promised me can start now." Rand reached out and fiddled with the colorful embroidery thread in the box, and the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly widened, "Don't tell I, you used to boast that you are good at embroidery, are you bragging?"

"I didn't say 'good at', it's just a 'hobby'." Irene rolled her eyes at someone who smiled very happily, without showing any timidity, "But it's okay to give you a chance to 'see things and think about them' The problem—see it, and I'll make sure you see it before next spring is over."

"Well, speaking of which, we are both 'sweet potato people' with 'white skin and yellow heart', and we may be able to rely on it to solve lovesickness in this life." Before Rand had time to answer, Irene suddenly sighed again. Annoyed.Then, there were two "pops"—one was the girl opening Rand's hand playing with the embroidery thread, and the other was her snapping the lid on the box.

"Okay, since the gift has been given to me, it belongs to me." At this moment, the girl's eyes were filled with undisguised joy, and she announced loudly that the gift belonged, and even shook her head with great interest, "What do you mean?" The only way to relieve worry is embroidery..." At this time, besides nodding in agreement, what else did Rand need to do?

In fact, although Irene's personality was lively and cheerful in the past, she was by no means such a talkative girl.It's just that when fellow villagers meet, they naturally use their accents as their names.And when she first traveled through time, in this strange age, strange country, and even among strange people, what she heard and said were all strange words... At this time, she can meet someone who can communicate with her in her mother tongue. What kindness, what kind of gratitude, what kind of excitement that brought tears to the eyes!Even if it was just for this precious excitement, Irene would never mind turning into a sparrow and "twittering" at Rand all the way.

However, in Rand's eyes, this "talking" behavior is naturally infinitely cute, but in the eyes of another person, it is nothing more than a sharp knife to cut out the heart.

The pure black shadow of the ghost wanders silently between the dead branches and fallen leaves that are still sticking in the winter forest and the mottled color of the bluestone that is not completely covered by snow, and follows the pair of Bi people on the snow in the forest from a distance. The intertwined tracks, listening to the young demon conversing enthusiastically with his girl in a language he had never heard.

You never revealed such a mysterious and beautiful language to me, you never showed me even a trace of weakness, did you never think of fully revealing your soul to me?

"Your influence on her will fade day by day, and her pure soul, and perhaps yours, will move in the right direction under my guidance... Ah, remember my words, because I Decided to keep your memory alive - at this very moment... See, I am so partial to you - Even if you took my beloved little Irene, I will still keep you the most ardent love - from now on you You don’t have to worry about being buried with the embers of love any more!” The young man’s curse flashed through his mind again, arousing his deeper despair.

The lively silhouettes of the two were reflected in Eric's lifeless eyes, and the sudden wind and snow rolled up his empty robe, and also froze his meaningless blood and broken soul along the way.

"Rand! How could it suddenly snow so much in the Loire Valley!" Counting the time when she saw the gift, this was the second time Irene screamed rudely today.Naturally, this was also a mistake she would never make in front of her mentor.

"Ah, maybe they are designed to match your homesickness?" Rand teased without thinking, while struggling to unbutton the knight's uniform, looking like he wanted to show his gentlemanly demeanor.

"Don't bother, I'm more frost-resistant than you—you can't bear to take it off and I can't bear to wear it!" Irene glared at the fellow who was still out of shape at this time, "Are you still planning to race horses with me today? Where's the horse?"

"That's the last project. At this time, the horse should still be in my Ma Peng..." Rand looked innocent.

"Then hurry up, look at this posture, maybe we will be buried in the snow if it's too late!" Irene glanced at the snow that had piled up to her ankles in an instant, and urged angrily.

The grove they chose as their secret base was not too far from Shani's house, and the straight-line distance was less than 200 meters.But this distance of less than 200 meters has become an insurmountable moat for the two people who are trekking hard in the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot.At least Rand has slipped countless times, and it was all because of Irene's tenacious tugging that he didn't fall into the snow.

It should be said that fortunately I have practiced my skills diligently since I started time-traveling, so now I can at least drag a big man slowly to move home!Eileen supported Rand, gnashing her teeth and walking forward in the snow that was gradually approaching her knees.But the coldness of the snow soaked riding boots and cashmere socks and the faint numbness spreading on the soles of the feet reminded her: your time is running out!

In contrast, the state of the phantom alone is even worse-no one will hug him for warmth; and his too thin body is doomed to be weak in resisting the cold; Habits have already overdrawn his health.Therefore, when Irene and Irene were still able to move forward at a fast speed against the wind and moon, the pure black ghost was silent and tired in the snow, from the dry hair to the glossy robe corner, gradually dyed a pleasing white, From a distance, it looks like the mask tightly fastened on his face is growing wantonly...

"Snow, snow, how clear and ruthless? You fill my heart, lighter than an angel's wings; when you melt away without a trace, shorter than blind vows..."

"Snow, snow, are you really clear? Are you really ruthless? Then why do you reflect my heart and reflect the light of the world; why do you melt away without a trace, leaving only the joy of the dark night to be noisy..."

"Snow, snow, may you be pure, may you be ruthless!" The ghost's weak singing voice is hoarse for a moment here-under the double attack of cold and sadness, the good voice gifted by heaven is finally overwhelmed.But he still tried his best to move his bloodless lips over and over again, so: "May you...just...bury everything...beautiful or ugly...frivolous...or vicissitudes of soul..."

Can't hear the tune, can't find the beat, but at the time of a line of lyrics, the wind and snow are raging; then the ghost shuts up, and the wind and snow die down...

"Rand, I just thought we were going to become the earliest dead transmigrators in history." On the other end, Irene's trembling voice entered Rand's ear, but with a stubborn smile, "If I don't die this time, I will definitely be fully prepared before going out!"

"Well, if you can find your way back." Rand leaned on Irene's back and gasped weakly, adding in a calm tone.Irene was silent—for the last time, she only knew how to drag Rand along desperately, so as not to freeze; up to now, the large expanse of snow had reached her knees, and as far as the eye could see, the sky and the earth were covered in white, and for a while I really can't tell east, west, north and south.

"You really want to become a ghost!" Finally, Rand muttered irritably, and shouted reluctantly, "Irene!"

"Ok?"

"Do you still have the strength to sing?" Rand took a breath. "Sing anything, preferably about the light, the sun, or life."

"I'm struggling to breathe right now..." Irene hummed weakly.

"Sing if you want to live!" Rand paused, and softened his tone, "I mean, we all need a little spiritual encouragement at this time..."

If Irene hadn't lost a certain memory, she should have remembered the celestial phenomenon "magic" she had seen outside that single-family villa. The spectacle from day to night was so similar to this sudden snowstorm, but far from it. Not as harsh and unpredictable as this blizzard.It's a pity that she really doesn't remember any of it.

But Irene didn't try to explain to Rand how unwise it was to waste energy singing at such a time, she just stared at him for a while, and forced to open her mouth under the urging of the increasingly severe numbness in her body.

"Tell me, what kind of miracle happened?

I can see with your eyes,

You walk in my footsteps.

I understand what you didn't say,

Your words are like the wind blowing...

Your existence is my recovery

—Tell me, did a miracle happen to me?

What happened was a miracle:

Through you I come into myself.

My existence is: you, you are here. "

Erin did not have the energy to sing, but she still had the strength to read a little poem.So she struggled to read the poem - "Miracle" from the German poet Becher, which neither praises life nor the sun or light.

Irene read poetry slowly, what little respect she had for art compelled her to try not to make strange phrases out of breath.To be honest, she has no special talent or interest in foreign literature, and seeing this little poem is probably due to a wonderful coincidence—she is not even sure where the sentences that flashed through her mind are. What does it mean.

But why did I suddenly think of it?A question crossed Irene's mind, but she immediately came to a conclusion: the title of the poem is more pleasing.

We need miracles, the girl thought.

The author has something to say: Well, I seem to have abused everyone by accident.The horrific aftermath of having a convulsion all night... But, believe me, the baby still loves God E deeply