[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

If Li Ailin was given another chance, she felt that she might not obey her will and break into Eric's kingdom.Now, Eric is wet and dazed on the girly red shell bed, and she has quickly stripped off Eric's black coat, white shirt, and stuffed, cold and heavy cotton after soaking in water. .Well, in the capacity of Miss Aitele.

"The rest are you coming by yourself or me?" After a while, Li Ailin finally couldn't see Eric's wet and embarrassed appearance, so she asked bravely.

"I think a man shouldn't make a lady too hard. Although, Miss Aitele's tutor is really amazing." Eric stared fixedly at the girl's emerald-colored pupils, and miraculously found that he was far worse than he thought. ashamed.Seeing the little girl look away guiltily after finally remembering the upbringing of a lady, he admitted that there was a moment of warmth and softness in his heart.

Surprisingly!Surprisingly!Just know how to say "surprising"!I am so surprised that most of it is not taught by you!Li Ailin's cheeks were flying because of Eric's ambiguous previous sentence, but she was inexplicably wronged because of his sentence - she clearly remembered that she was always ridiculed by her mentor in the past, why didn't she not be so hypocritical?Probably when she returned to the opera house, not only did Eric gain confidence, but she also gained confidence—the confidence to no longer be chased and trapped at will, so she also began to think about these children's love.

I don't know how confident Eric is in his kingdom. He threw Miss Aitele by the bed, and then he took a stack of towels by the bed and walked away, probably in the direction of the bathroom?Li Ailin looked at his thin body wrapped in a bath towel, and felt a little sad again.

Perhaps it was because she had made up her mind a long time ago. Compared with Irene who was only an apprentice before, Li Ailin had more courage to wander around on the small island in the middle of the lake.Anyway, you were the one who threw me here casually, I don't see it for nothing.The little girl easily convinced herself again, and then confidently started her adventure on the small island in the middle of the lake.

In fact, Li Ailin doesn't quite remember where Christine passed out when she saw a sculpture wearing the same wedding dress as herself through the screen, and was finally placed on the shell bed by the phantom, but she was patiently looking for it.

That's right, Li Ailin admitted that she had a small thought in her heart: If I am, then it must be me!As evidenced by the memories gradually recovering these days!If I was indeed loved by Eric, would it be me in place of what should have been a statue of Christine?Could it be that the green-eyed girl is also wearing a wedding dress, wearing a flower crown, holding a beautiful bouquet, standing quietly in a corner, waiting for me to see the ghost's true heart?

Passing through winding stone steps, avoiding layers of dangerous traps, and hidden by countless unlit candlesticks, Li Ailin finally discovered the secret she had painstakingly sought.

What appeared in front of her was indeed a girl with green eyes.

The little white dance skirt with a submissive look, this is her who is the reserve member of the chorus team and Carlotta’s handmaiden; the royal blue corset, holding a branch that was broken from nowhere in her hand, she is in high spirits, this is her exile in the wilderness with ghosts A large piece requires a gorgeous skirt with a pannier, black gloves with mesh and white gloves without mesh, and even an exaggerated top hat decorated with feathers and bows...these dozen are in different shapes but connected together The sculpture is about her who is willing to immerse herself in the dream of tulips?

Li Ailin looked as far as the eye could see, and found herself returning to the opera house as Miss Shani, even as the leader of Penny, paying homage to or nostalgic for her wearing a pure black dress and a fine mesh black gauze mask... But, here Among the "Little Carol" in various poses and with different poses, I didn't find a single fantasy related to the wedding.Even if Li Ailin saw that there were sculptures of her grown-up in the future, one of them was mentioned casually by herself, about the longing for holding a coming-of-age ceremony in a rococo-style dress.

Everyone here is her, and she looks at them as if she is looking at her past self.But how can the messy memory support such fiery and lingering affection in their eyes?How can a soul that has not yet been polished retain its unruliness and magnificence far beyond itself?

Li Ailin felt that she could not breathe.She unconsciously turned her gaze back to the messy-haired clown statue at the beginning, and walked over as if possessed - that seemed to be the most similar to her now.

Perhaps it was because Eric didn't care about his little apprentice at the beginning. Among all the sculptures, this one representing the first encounter is still vague in spirit even though it can be seen that it has been modified many times.Moreover, all the sculptures here are roughly made according to her stature at that time, so the shortest one is less than her waist height.Li Ailin bent down and caressed the not-so-sharp hair on the top of the statue, and thought again of the gift from her mentor many years ago-the birthday gift when she was ten years old, the vivid wax figure of a clown throwing a ball.She still remembers that it is only less than three inches high, and as long as you lightly tap the position of your heart, there will be a beautiful melody flowing, without a word of lyrics, but it seems to hide the tenderness of the whole world.

In fact, she has been cherishing this gift that is of great significance to herself, but she finally lost it in their unfortunately self-defeating and fake escape-only a little later than Eric's mask.It's just that although I have no memory at that time, after all, my heart and mind are connected. Although it's a pity to lose this little toy, it's not so sad.But until now, she endured the parting that she didn't know if it was necessary, but she didn't dare to act rashly, but she especially hoped to have such an old thing by her side as a comfort.

Li Ailin closed her eyes, and there was silence in her ears, but those broken memories were reorganized and cleared at a thousand times faster.

It turns out that it doesn't have to be singing.

It turned out that we were so in love.

It turned out that I was absent from your life.

Li Ailin forced herself to open her eyes again. This time, her precise memory quickly found that small section of the continuous sculpture group that was not so obvious, but was particularly glaring to her.

The girl looked around, and the waste materials of mixed colors were still scattered around, giving people the illusion that the work had just been completed.But Li Ailin, no, Irene didn't find the corresponding ingredients, so she couldn't even try to fill that gap.She also wanted to complement those selves that only existed in the imagination of the ghosts—they were all lifelike, but they had less vivid vision than the selves that really existed.But Eric didn't even leave any tools behind, so Irene could only let them stay here incompletely, like staying in a time that is not allowed to go back.

The girl suddenly understood the abnormal depression and despair of her lover just now.She shivered, only then did she feel the chill of the lake soaking through her wet dress, soaking through her snow-like skin, and penetrating directly into the cracks in her bones.

That's fine too, if you haven't suffered the pain of parting, how can you yearn for the sweetness of being together.Erin forced a smile, and walked back to the bed in a trance.Eric hasn't come back yet, and the bright red shell bed still has traces of the lake's wetness where he lay.The girl yawned, took off the clothes she had soaked to save others and hung them in front of the bed, casually grabbed one of the two remaining bath towels by the bedside and hastily wiped off the water stains on her body, and then spread the other on the bed towels. In the wet place, I pulled the fluffy quilt that is also very girlish and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Irene woke up on time under the influence of her biological clock, and she still saw the dark curtain with embroidery.

Miss Aitele was allowed to stay overnight?Irene looked at the still half-wet clothes, curled her lips, wrapped up the bath towel she used to wipe her body before, and got out of bed—this body is almost 16 years old, if she remembers correctly, the legal age for marriage in France in later generations Just 15 years old?

It was at this time that Irene belatedly noticed the faintly reassuring smell on the bath towel.No wonder she was obviously in agitated mood, but it turned out to be a good night's dream.

That's right, Irene admitted that when she was Li Ailin, she was in a panic, and she endured parting because of a possibility that she didn't know the truth or falsehood, torturing Eric and herself, she was so stupid that she couldn't bear to look directly.Available as Erin?Whether it's the vagrant Irene, Chief Penny, or the glorious Miss Alice... She knows too well what it means to grasp the present.The most important thing is that compared to the immature Li Ailin, Irene undoubtedly has more confidence to challenge the so-called "established trajectory".

However, having said that, I actually survived with such a raw and immature means at first?It is really thanks to Eric's good luck that he can be alive and kicking until now.

After Irene mercilessly criticized her former self, she walked along the winding path of water that was still wet when Eric left—no matter what happens next, she must first ask the owner for a decent set of clothes to wear Bar?

In the end, the girl failed to give her youthful body—when she found the bathroom along the water trail, she saw the fool lying limply on the edge of the pool, with his thin arms resting on the raised stone bank by the pool, his waist The light yellow bath towels below have been scattered for a long time.

She should be thankful that this guy knew how to crawl out of the pool and pass out, instead of leaving her a swollen corpse floating in the hot spring?Irene's veins twitched instantly, but her hand movements were extremely gentle—the girl took off her mask without hesitation, and she really touched Eric's hot forehead and flushed cheeks.At the same time, he could clearly see the thick blue and black and the uneven sparse stubble under the man's eyes.

This kind of Eric has faded away from the black color that the ghost is used to, and his overly skinny body reveals a shocking fragility.Irene looked at him, remembering the first time she had to roll into the torture chamber with him in her arms.They had both looked so weak back then, and she wasn't even sure they'd wake up before she passed out.

Irene gently pulled out the loose bath towel from under the man, soaked it in the warm spring water, wrapped it up again, and then carried the man outside——after being fumigated for a long time in the high temperature, if it was suddenly cold What if you have a stroke?

"Little Carol?" When Irene picked him up from the steaming white mist, Eric trembled his eyelids and murmured vaguely.

"Eric." Irene was stunned for a moment, and all her anger was suddenly extinguished—how could she not know that this man's embarrassment again and again was because of her, and now his depression was also because he thought he was saying goodbye to her.Even, excluding the deliberate interference from the previous day, he recognized himself in disguise at a glance.Irene knew that this person's memory of her at most stayed in the cemetery where he fought Rand.

This time Irene carried Eric to another bed—she remembered that there was always her place in the Kingdom of the Night. Although it was quite remote and small, the light yellow wallpaper and the fresh green dome temporarily She liked it better than the fine but lifeless shell bed.And in that small house that Irene once quietly called "home", she quickly opened the doors and windows to ventilate, and at the same time unceremoniously looked at the parts of Eric that were not wrapped in towels, including the sunken cheeks, The neck, half of the chest, and two flushed arms—of course, it didn't look good, but it somehow aroused Irene's many ambiguous reveries.

The author has something to say: Alas, I suddenly opened my mind, so I will see you in the next chapter, BY the author Jun qaq who was defeated by his bad habit of delaying progress