[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

Li Ailin does not consider herself to be such a rebellious person.When I was a college student in the past, although there were many young girls who had innocent thoughts about love, they never thought about breaking through the teacher's blockade and having a vigorous puppy love.

Unexpectedly, once in France in the 24th century, the soul of a 15-year-old young woman was put into the skin of a [-]-year-old girl, and love came so naturally that she didn't notice it for a long time.

If you look at it according to the teacher's standard, I am a complete puppy love, right?How many years ago, the image of a middle school teacher scolding a young couple with a long face suddenly flashed into my mind, and Li Ailin subconsciously substituted her and Eric's faces, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Of course, there will be no teachers and parents holding her to lecture her here.Li Ailin's smile faded.

"Miss Aitele?" The chattering voice in the ear suddenly stopped, and Raphael forced himself to look directly at the exaggerated makeup of the person in front of him, with a questioning expression on his face.

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir, I happened to think of something interesting just now." Li Ailin came back to her senses, and showed a friendly smile to the conscientious old manager—her memories of the opera house had long been forgotten. Rand made a mess of forgetting again and again, maybe because it's not important, Irene didn't mention it in the soliloquy.But when Li Ailin saw his gray hair and slightly pointed face, she felt a sense of intimacy in her heart—at least she still remembered that she and this man who had been clamoring to retire a long time ago, but until now are still working hard for the development of the opera house. The first meeting of the hard-working old man on the streets of Paris, where the sanitation situation is not optimistic.Although Rand had hinted that a large part of the old gentleman's kindness to her was driven by his distant nephew.

"Actually, your proposal is exactly what you want--I have longed for the Paris Opera House, a sacred place of high art, and if you don't mind, I am very interested in participating in operas in between performing my duties-of course, it's just a crowd without lines actor."

"Ah, that's really an honor." Looking at the thick paint on the girl's face, the old manager completed the courtesy out of conscience.

Just the next day, a promotional poster of the recent popular craftsman Miss Eteler's entry into the Paris Opera House was posted at the entrance of the Paris Opera House—it was posted next to the poster of the actress.

For three days in a row, Miss Aitele presented a total of [-] wonderful juggling performances for the people, adding countless fanatical noble fans-her market is so hot!

This is not normal!Miss Aitele, who is the protagonist, frowned quietly——the Paris Opera House, which is almost the private land of the upper class, is not a vaudeville theater for low-level audiences, how could it be possible to give her such a high treatment as a juggler!You know, Irene was also here back then. As the more gimmicky "six-year-old clown", it was only because of the kindness of the old gentleman that he was able to perform a short part before the opening of the opera or after the curtain call. The noble ladies who had been juggling on the street let out a few hypocritical exclamations.Occasionally, she also appeared in the intermission dance, and the little dancers in pointe shoes twirled around her on tiptoe.Even so, the gentleman later used her as a reserve for the chorus.

This question did not last long.

"Miss Etel." At night, the familiar voice surrounded her from all directions.

"Mentor?" The scene was so familiar that she murmured almost subconsciously while she was half asleep.

Fortunately, the eye-catching mottled hair color quickly brought back her sanity, and Li Ailin turned over from the not-so-shabby hard bed and sat up, her hands tightly covering her lips and most of her cheeks.In the eyes of a certain ghost peeping through an unknown hole, it seems to be a routine scene of "the mysterious ghost visits late at night, and the girl wakes up when she hears the sound, terrified."

This is indeed a normal reaction of ordinary people, especially ordinary girls who have been popularized by the legend of "The Ghost of the Theater".But Eric's lips lined slightly downward, staring at the girl's green eyes with a little panic, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

She doesn't have the guts of little Carol at all, not as good as the Winnie he discovered recently - of course, the girl's voice is far inferior to the two female apprentices before him, and even Rand is better than her, but it is true. Be well-behaved, at least be well-behaved enough in front of him, and he doesn't intend to ask her to inherit the mantle, so what's the point of just giving her glory and wealth?

"Mr. Phantom?" Li Ailin calmed down and asked in a voice that belonged to Eitele.The girl is still soft, very similar to her charming original voice, but with a slightly hoarse texture - ordinary people can't hear it, but if it's Eric, they will definitely hear the difference.

In fact, before Li Ailin came to the opera house, she didn't want to use the identity of Eitele, even Eric.But who would have thought that on the first night, in the resplendent auditorium of the Paris Opera House, they would hear a performance of "Another Shining Star After Christine" Miss Winnie Jean-Gere singing with all her heart.Although there are many audiences around who are talking about the gap between this new star and the former actress Christine of the theater, don’t think that she doesn’t know the girl’s unique breathing rhythm, three-chamber resonance method, and even who came from her novel aria. Learned there!

Speaking of which, why isn't Christine at the opera?Raul actually didn't rush to find her.Is this finally the success of Jinwu Zangjiao?A string of insignificant thoughts skipped the girl's mind, but she immediately immersed herself in her righteous jealousy for Eric.

Back then, she had her eye on Christine as soon as she left. After Christine escaped, another Rand came to her door, and Rand was gone...Winnie popped up again?It is indeed a famous song!drama!Charm!film!

Of course, apart from such a bit of righteous jealousy, Li Ailin was more happy—although she traveled all the way from the Loire Valley to Paris, before tonight, she didn't dare to say that Eric would return here.

Maybe he suddenly wanted to go back to his hometown to have a look?Maybe he didn't want to go back to Paris at all?Maybe he's not having as easy a life as you think?Even... Maybe people here have already laid a net here, and they just waited for him to come back and throw themselves into the net?Perhaps... When Li Ailin deliberately chose the most devious path and indulged herself in the beautiful scenery of the castle and the countryside, some ominous thoughts occasionally passed through her mind... Fortunately, they all disappeared at this moment.

The girl hugged the quilt in a good mood and straightened up, distinguishing the position of the phantom as always, but pretending not to know, but "just happened" to leave him with a delicate side face—whether it was Li Ailin or the former Irene, even if she couldn't see the phantom forest With Bai's mask, she always stared straight at the corresponding direction. Later, when she saw his real face, except for the initial period when he was not used to it, she always tried to keep her face squarely in order to avoid being a fool.

It was refreshing to hear him speak from such an angle.Erin smiled secretly.For the sake of skin health, she never sleeps without makeup.However, this angle is also new to Eric.

The voice is very malleable, although he is a little older and a little less courageous... Eric secretly commented on the "panic" girl in the dark, looking at her as if he was looking at something that was only for entertainment ——Li Ailin was right. The slight difference in timbre made him rule out the possibility that "Aite Le" and Irene were the same person, but he simply felt that the child's variegated long hair hanging down on his quiet face was the same as that of the child. The scene of little Carol waiting for her in the dressing room when she was a child is surprisingly similar, and it's just a little kindness.Although, it was he who heard from the audience of the opera house that there was a highly skilled juggler in the square in front of the theater, so he sent letters to the managers asking to invite him into the opera house.

Sure enough, the momentum is different on your own territory, right?20 days against the phantom, I have asked all the prickly questions, and heard all the presumptuous thoughts. How can Li Ailin not be able to tell the contempt that is almost overflowing hidden in Eric's polite greetings? .

So you won't recognize me?The girl twirled the variegated hair hanging down her ear, and complained unreasonably in the bottom of her heart, and finally resisted the urge to turn her face to let that hateful man take a good look—it's not that Li Ailin was so angry. A little bit of jealousy is going to unilaterally fight with Eric to the end, she is not that hypocritical.

It's just... Needless to say, Christine, and then there was Rand, Rand left and Winnie came again... This had to make her doubt whether the so-called "established trajectory" of this world was really intolerable. Change.

In fact, Li Ailin didn't want to think of the original reason why she came here—during the 20 days alone, Eric was no longer just a sacred shadow that existed on paper and could only be seen from a distance on the screen. .They, or she, has skipped the acquaintance unilaterally in this short period of time, and experienced acquaintance quickly by chance and coincidence-the bone-chilling questioning proves it.Maybe she won't be able to live and die with him like Irene before, but who would like to dream that the person who stays with him forever is just an illusion?

Fortunately, after traveling for so many days, she has already figured it out: even if it is just an illusion, who can take everything she sees, hears, feels, and touches as real?If it's really illusory, shouldn't you be mine alone?What kind of inexplicable green Jinjiang game is this, if I come to this experience, it will not mean that I, an ordinary person, will go through the tribulation of love and become enlightened, right?

So, if there is any "established track", I will just come and walk with you one more time.How could the ghost that boiled the frog in warm water and finally put it into the bowl be taken away by others?The high-spirited little girl comforted herself in this way: just to see the true style of "Phantom of the Opera".

Of course Eric didn't know the twists and turns in the little girl's heart.From his point of view, this Miss Aitele dared not speak after asking him a question in fear, but the little face that was still in the eye turned blue and red, and he probably was thinking about one of his horrible deeds.Or is he really a ghost?

For Eric, Miss Atele's behavior was very ordinary.But for some reason, he felt anger several times deeper than usual.

Aren't everyone in this theater convinced that you're a ghost?The voice representing reason asked himself in his heart.

Yeah, but she shouldn't!Her emerald eyes should be looking at me with affection, not panic!Her sensitive ears should have caught me at the first moment, instead of listening in vain for the silence!Her fair face should smile at me, gentle, but also sly!she……

which one she?

The raging anger in Ghost's heart suddenly extinguished, replaced by a more piercing coldness.

Little Carol... Irene.He looked at Miss Aitele's profile, but two names firmly popped into his mind.One is intimate and the other is solemn.