[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

The road that Eric took Li Irene was not the one Irene liked most in the past—Miss Aitele didn’t see men’s arm-shaped candlesticks to welcome her along the way, and there was no docile performance horse in the theater for her to ride.Except for the short journey on the water, Eric stood on the bow and propped the boat slowly forward with bamboo poles; at other times, it was all the petite Miss Aitele chasing Eric with her short legs. Ke ran in the tunnel——Eric didn't slow down for the rare visitor in the underground palace, probably because he felt that this energetic little girl didn't need anyone to deliberately accommodate her.

"Mr. Phantom, I thought I would chase after your resolute back until I became one of the dead bones of the dark passages I saw along the way." After finally seeing the calm water of the Black Lake from a distance, Miss Aitele Stopping behind him, I couldn't help being half complaining and half teasing.Speaking of those dry bones, there was no fear in the girl's emerald eyes, and of course, there was no suppressed excitement either.It's like... It's as if I've already gotten used to the eerieness of this underground road and didn't care at all.

Eric froze for a moment, his ears behind the mask couldn't help but a little red.He didn't turn his head, but pulled out a dark brown noose from his sleeve, and then tightened it. The tough noose was firmly fixed on an abrupt island reef at the edge of the small island in the middle of the lake.

Eric squatted down and tied the end of his hand to a small ashlar protruding from his feet—this ashlar slowly protruded from the ground after he stomped his foot somewhere.Then he jumped onto the rope path just a short distance away from the lake, and deftly walked towards the small island in the middle of the lake.

God, Eric, are you on your toes?If I cut the rope at this time, no, I don’t need to cut it, I just need to shake it twice violently, the best result for you is to become a drowned rat and climb up to the small island in the middle of the lake, right?Li Ailin couldn't help complaining secretly behind him.As for the worst outcome?Li Ailin looked at Eric who was facing her back indifferently, and finally sighed—how did he know that a juggler who can throw thirteen small balls back and forth would not have the stunt of throwing darts?

Before leaving, I don't know to check whether my uninvited guest has any dangerous items that can be used as murder weapons!If I'm really just Aitele, I... the girl touched the cold hard object lying quietly in the self-made secret pocket inside the sleeve, and quickly went through all the experiences after the first meeting between Aitele and Phantom , I have to admit: even if she is really just Aitele, a juggler who has never met Eric, she probably wouldn’t throw a dart at the person in front of her, and give him a heart-warming plan at the right time—the fact In fact, although her Mr. Ghost was a little contemptuous and rude in front of Miss Aitele, she did not do anything unforgivable.Oh, and breaking into the boudoir of a girl you've never met late at night doesn't count.But after all, it is Phantom's characteristic, so she, who knows him very well, can tolerate this unique way of appearance.

Finally, Eric came to the end of the noose. He stood still on the edge of the small island in the middle of the lake, turned around and made an invitation gesture to Miss Aitele who was still at the other end of the noose.

Miss Aitele, who can keep her balance on several stacked steel pipes, will naturally not be stumped by a strong and thick lasso.She flew onto the lasso lightly like a swallow, approaching the small island in the middle of the lake even faster than Eric.

However, Aitele, the nimble little swallow, still failed to reach the island smoothly—just when she had walked half the distance, Eric suddenly stomped on the opposite side, and Aite The square stone with the lasso tied behind the music quickly sank back to the ground.The girl already had some ominous premonition when Eric was about to stomp her feet. She stepped on the noose that was only one-fifth of the width of her feet and ran forward two steps as hard as she could. Then, without any surprise, she lost her feet and fell into the lake. inside.

ah!tutor!You are like this again!The cold water of the underground lake slapped the girl's delicate cheeks, Li Ailin wanted to scream reflexively, but immediately closed her mouth tightly again.She even allowed herself to soak in the lake water for a while, in order to quickly cool down the bitterness and joy that rushed to her heart in an instant——since she came to the Paris Opera House, those memories that were clearly only words were gradually flooding her. It came alive in her mind, and this time, what was evoked was the memory of Irene's shameless "stealing teacher" Eric's tricks in the past.

Of course, it wasn’t on the small island in the middle of the lake—Irene had traveled all over the underground world of the opera house, but she never approached here at will; it wasn’t even that she suddenly fell into the water—if she didn’t warm up, she would probably suffer from cramps if she fell into the water suddenly. So Eric rarely does that.But the feeling of being teased by the tutor in the study is exactly the same - as a phantom apprentice, even when teaching her music, Eric and her presumptuous bad student are far from being as tender as Christine, What's more, when she insisted on learning Eric's most hated mechanism?

The girl looked at the man on the shore of the island through the splashing water, her eyes were a little bit bitter - not only Eric misses his lover, his little Carol also wants to pour out his heart to him all the time and compose a song together A song of love.Ke Rand's lesson once is enough, she doesn't want to be impulsive, and then Niya and Anna pop up again.

endure!Erin!she said to herself.Right now, there is an unintelligible Winnie standing beside her!Her limbs, which had been fully mobilized in the previous run, stretched out, and she approached Eric like a swimming fish, and as she approached, she adjusted her look of surprise and anger-but not more than a little girl. The momentum it should have.

In fact, at the moment when Miss Attlee fell into the water but remained silent, Eric was already awake—this is not little Carol!And when he woke up from the dazed moment before, it happened that Miss Aitele was about to swim to the shore.So Eric stretched out his hand, secretly thankful that Miss Aitele's water skills are as good as his little Carol.

"Mr. Phantom!" He heard Miss Aitele's outraged roar, and saw the girl's emerald eyes glowing brighter and brighter under the infiltration of anger.Looking at it this way, it looks more like little Carol!Eric sighed in a dazed way, unexpectedly, after Miss Aitele turned over to the shore with her strength, she actually exerted force with her wrist, and unceremoniously threw him into the lake.

"Mr. Phantom, does it feel good to fall into the water?" The girl was sitting on the bank dripping wet, her variegated hair soaked in the lake water, and the dyed colors began to drip down, faintly Revealing a very light true color.But the girl didn't seem to care about her mess at the moment, she just looked at the even more messed-up Eric in the lake and smiled complacently.

Eric also felt the coldness of the lake for a while.The splashing water blurred the vision, but made the shadowy figure of the girl on the shore more and more similar to the little Carol in memory.

But she wasn't little Carol. Although little Carol was acting recklessly, she didn't dare to act recklessly towards him.At this time, Eric confirmed again: At that time, his only two apprentices were actually cautious of him, but one was obvious, the other was not obvious, one was because of growing doubts and fears, and the other... ...Probably because of the same growing love?

But I didn't value this admiration then, and I was punished for it—even though my heart was still burning with love, I could no longer be close to your newborn soul.Of course Eric knew how to water, and it served him and little Carol a lot during their year of exile in the wilderness.But when he stared at the emerald eyes of Miss Attlee and little Carol, he suddenly lost the interest in surfacing: All that little Carol left me was the increasingly blurred shadow in my memory, and this Miss Aitele is nothing left in my heart once tomorrow is over.Remembering little Carol's smiling face in the past has exhausted me, so do I still have to stir up troubles for Miss Ethel every day?

At this time, their faces were already facing each other, but Eric's impression of Irene still remained on that day in the cemetery, with a young body and a childish face in his arms; Although the girls with girly charm have seventy-eight similarities in eyebrows and eyes, it is difficult for him to recognize them as one person--Li Ailin also vaguely senses this, but she herself is "guilty".

"Mr. Phantom? Mr. Phantom? What are you doing?" Li Ailin just laughed at first, but when she smiled, she began to feel that something was wrong. When she fell into the lake but didn't see her return for a long time, she finally fully realized and plunged into the water again.

"Are you crazy? Or do you want to end your own life and need innocent, poor Eteler to be a witness for the great Phantom of the Opera?" Probably because the cotton stuffed under the robe was soaked in water and added too much unnecessary Weight, when Eric was dragged ashore with difficulty by the girl, his consciousness was actually a little confused, but the girl's almost crying anger still penetrated into his ears like an awl.

Eric tried his best to open his eyes wide, staring greedily at the girl's emerald eyes full of anxiety, his lips that had lost blood color after being soaked in the cold lake water moved slightly, and uttered an almost inaudible call: "Little Carol ..."

"Little Carol?" Li Ailin wasn't sure if she remembered to hide her original voice when she was frightened crazy just now, but at this moment she has used the voice that belongs to Miss Aitele, and there are pure doubts and tears on her cheeks still stained with water. A little offended curiosity.

Eric struggled a little, and the girl hugged him understandingly and turned to the side.He spat out a few sips of water in embarrassment, the illusion of happiness when he was dying disappeared, and in front of him was the girl's gaze full of worry besides fright and anger.Eric touched his cheek subconsciously. It was very good. The mask specially reinforced with waterproof material was dedicated to protecting his real face that could not be seen in front of others.

"Miss Etel..." He moved his lips, and found that his voice was very hoarse after drowning, and the lung capacity he was proud of couldn't help him at this time.

"Shut up! My dear Mr. Phantom! You know, the famous Phantom of the Opera summoned a little juggler and died mysteriously, which is much more exciting than a theater juggler becoming one of the many people favored by ghosts!" After making sure that he was conscious and there was nothing serious for the time being, the young lady hugged him with a black face almost arrogantly - together with the cotton on his body that had become heavy after being soaked in water.

Although Miss Atele is only a young girl, the juggler's arms are unexpectedly strong.At least, Mr. Phantom, who was so weak after drowning, couldn't break free from the girl's arms at all, so he had to maintain this posture that was quite detrimental to the man's self-esteem, and was hugged by the girl all the way, and finally threw him on the shell-shaped bed full of girlish romantic temperament. There is no impression of other places on the small island in the middle of the lake. Irene's gradually recovering memory seems to have a little vague impression of this place.

The author has something to say: Tsk, guess what the heroine will see in the underground palace.Friendly reminder: The next chapter or the next chapter may fly for several years, little angels who have doubts about the timeline must pay attention.