[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

"Aitele, smart girl, I guess you already know why I'm here?" The ghost's voice is always so sweet, but when he spoke, he had suppressed all the emotions that he didn't want to be known to outsiders.It just fell into the ears of Li Ailin, who was so familiar with him, and she could still hear the lingering depression.

"I think so—I'm fairly confident in my voice. It's just..." Li Ailin said here, slightly tilting her head so that Eric could see the doubt in her eyes, "but I've been through it not long ago. I celebrated my No.15 birthday—Aitele is no longer a young girl.” At this moment, Eric’s assumptions about the girl’s panic and fear disappeared like morning dew on a sunny day, and in his eyes Only those emerald eyes were left, and there was a smile so familiar to him in those eyes!Gentleness, cunning, banter... thousands of lingering words are hidden in such an intoxicating lake green.He was so obsessed with it that he even forgot to refute Miss Aitele's accusation that he "likes young girls"-he has indeed pointed out many girls in the theater recently. To the stage performance age, except for Winnie.That rumor was also spread by Winnie in secret, with Christine as evidence, for her own innocence, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Eric suddenly fell into a more deadly silence—even the various rumors about the Phantom of the Opera can only be proved by Christine, and there is no shadow of the lake green.This was certainly his original will, but now, apart from the increasingly heavy memories, what else can he cherish?

"Mr. Phantom?" Li Ailin didn't get a response for a while, so she couldn't help shouting again, and at the same time realized that what she said just now was too bold for "Aitele".But during that time in the dark room, the more serious accusations came out of nowhere, and she really got used to it just now.Li Ailin couldn't help but turned her head back with a guilty conscience, and silently prayed in her heart that she would not be stripped of her vest as soon as they met.

The piece of green disappeared, his little Carol disappeared... Eric subconsciously stretched out his hand to keep it, but his palm touched the cold wall around the peephole.He reluctantly woke up, and looked at the girl again unwillingly, but this time there was only Miss Aitele's side face with slightly tense muscles.

"Mr. Phantom, are you still there?" Miss Aitele asked in a deliberately soft tone, with a little curiosity, as if she was worried about angering the ghost who didn't know where it was peeping, or as if she was scared away he.

Of course Eric is still there, but now he just wants to stay away from this girl who disturbed his mind when he first saw him—he was about to invite this girl to visit his dark night kingdom just now!You know, even little Carol hasn't been there a few times!

Little Carol... Eric vaguely recalled that his little apprentice had the same curiosity as this girl many years ago.It's a pity that he didn't understand his intentions at that time, so he never had a formal invitation.

Thinking about those dangerous and controllable mechanisms that were deliberately changed for her later, a touch of bitterness flashed across Eric's weird eyes: In fact, he subconsciously allowed the girl's presence at that time, right?It's a pity that the child is too smart and too cautious. Even though he has explored all the snares he has set up in this theater on his own initiative, he has never really accepted his silent invitation, and has never... formally visited his dark night kingdom.

Eric's mind of staying away was easily shaken again.

Just this once!Eric said to himself: Just this time, it's time to reward the charming lake-green sparkle in the cunning lamb's eyes.

"You woke up from a deep sleep, and the feeling became clearer in the dark night; I called your name aloud, and invited you to spread the wings of your imagination to fly with me..." The mysterious and lingering singing of the ghost echoed in the silent night, just like the siren seduces people Whispering, the horror that belonged to ghosts in a trance seemed to recede like a tide, and even revealed the gentle illusion of an angel.

Even after hearing it countless times, the girl is still not immune to the magic of Eric's singing.Miss Aitele is of course like a believer bathed in the holy light, devoutly following the holy voice of the angel.But she felt something was moving in her throat.The more affectionate the "angel"'s voice, the more snarky she became.

"Your voice woke me up from a deep sleep, and my feelings became clearer in the dark night. I spread the wings of my imagination, eager to fly with you..." Finally, the girl's tender and gentle response broke through the bondage of lips and tongue.The time she chose was too convenient, it happened to be a gap between repeated melodies, so when she sang the first line, Eric stopped making a sound, and only the girl's delicate singing was flying in the silent night.

This place is poisonous!It wasn't until nearly a quarter of an hour later that she sang the last sentence that Miss Aitele couldn't help covering her lips again, and the little person in her heart was wailing unceasingly—she couldn't help moving away from her room in just one song's time. Looking through the mirror, he walked briskly through a secret road with seven turns and eight turns, ignoring all kinds of dangerous fork organs and stunning decorations of different era styles along the way, and walked neatly to a dark river.

The dark river was also tortuous, and a simple boat just parked quietly at her feet.The deep familiarity in my mind came to an abrupt end here.The girl quietly looked down at the muddy river, and then looked far away along the direction of the river, her eyes were filled with thick ink——she suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar.

Two thoughts popped up in the girl's mind at the same time: quietly take a boat and see?I won't go!I also want the host to personally invite and personally escort me.

Anyway, I wanted to go and see it.The girl turned her head following the slight movement behind her, and a corner of the pure black robe happened to pass by the corner of her eyes.

"Phantom...Mr.?" Li Ailin looked up at the tall and straight black figure who was at least three heads taller than herself, and almost missed her tongue - she remembered that Eric was a little taller than herself, but she didn't It's ridiculously high, isn't it?Moreover, what is that bulging thing in his sleeve and trouser leg?muscle?Obviously half a month ago, she was still hurt by his bony chest!That white thing on his forehead was an eyesore, too—Eric had long since stopped using it in front of Irene.

However, if you are using this look to tease Christine, it's no wonder that the girl is frightened when she removes the mask-nothing else, the sense of gap is too great!

"Miss Etel?" Eric looked at the little girl with complicated eyes, and his tone was heavy.Li Ailin didn't smell any danger, but felt even more sad.

"Mr. Phantom, isn't it strange? Given that I know far more about this place, and of course this song than the visitor?" She couldn't help provoking this embarrassing topic.

"Miss Aitele's mechanical attainments are indeed far beyond ordinary people." But Eric avoided this question vaguely, he just stared down at the girl's beautiful emerald eyes, and the expression behind the mask was even joyful. , delighted and obsessed.

Li Ailin didn't like this look very much.It's not that she doesn't like the obsession in Eric's eyes—she knows that it's not for Aitele, but for herself as Irene.What really made her restless was the heavy silence in his eyes.

That's right, dead silence.Although he was polite and even interested in Miss Attlee.But with the 20 days that she almost cut her heart open, Li Ailin understood every subtle expression of him.But now, the girl intuitively felt that the joy in his eyes was particularly inconsistent.

"Mr. Phantom, do you mind if I come in for a sit down?" The girl smiled, still using Aitele's voice, and her bright green eyes seemed to have a hint of provocation—she didn't know that she was the same as she was back then. What a resemblance that presumptuous elf!

But Eric knew it.He almost immediately thought of how little Carol sang "Amazing Grace" loudly to him when she broke into the prayer room for the first time—it was clearly the theme of confession and gratitude, but she sang subtle contempt and temptation— And Miss Aitele's expression at the moment happened to be somewhat contemptuous and provocative.

Ever since the memory was frozen in the cemetery by Rand, ever since he was flipping through the piles of "memories" alone in the underground secret realm near Shani's house, he finally made a difficult decision to leave his beloved... About his love , the love that he once thought was within reach, except for the constantly blurred memory, what is left of him?

Ah, Eileen, you innocent little fool.The ghost sighed in pain and relief in his heart: our hearts were once forged as one by the most ardent love, how can you think that I can't detect that your love has been left in the fading memory?

Little Carol, my love, I know that the fire of love in your eyes is about to be rekindled, how much do I want you to have lingering affection for me again?Forgive me, forgive me for my shameful escape—the soul imprisoned in a corner of time is no longer able to reconnect with your ever-changing soul, forgive me for being unbearable to be far away from your soul, and I don’t want to be able to take you away one day His face coincided with the blurred silhouette in his memory.I am sure that your soul will become more and more magnificent with time; and I will return to the darkness, until one day the lonely fire of love finally burns my remnant body.

Eric hadn't the slightest desire to inquire into where Miss Attlee's knowledge of him came from.Nothing could be better than this Miss Ethel to brighten what little memory I have left.Eric's face behind the mask smiled: It doesn't matter if this lady reports the Hells Angel's secret to the Paris Police Department immediately after tonight, anyway, I only have one day of memory... Anyway, every day of mine is the last carnival ...

"Miss Etel, please." Eric jumped into the boat first, and even extended a black leather gloved palm to Miss Etel in a gentlemanly manner.

On the contrary, Miss Aitele stared at him with wide eyes—she was just provoking him casually, thinking that whether Eric would scold himself or just do it directly would be much better than the current strange state ——Anyway, as long as you are careful with the lasso, with her skills and mechanism attainments, plus the former Irene's familiarity with this section of the road, it is not too difficult to get out of the way.It's just that if Eric really reacted so violently, Aitele's identity would be a little troublesome afterwards.In short, Li Ailin never thought that Eric would seriously allow Miss Aitele, whom she met for the first time, to go deep into her territory.

Irene seemed to be tossing around for several years before not being allowed to come?Be generous now!Li Ailin snorted secretly, but swiftly grabbed Eric's palm, and boarded the boat with a little symbolic leverage.

The author has something to say: This chapter is the beginning of each person's own difficulties, but according to the baby's habits, it should not be ruthless.By the way, Aitele seems to mean "starlight" in French.