[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

Eric's situation is actually not too bad, or when Irene found him, he had already passed the most dangerous stage-Irene didn't know when he started to have a fever, but if the fever didn't disappear overnight If she retreats, then she has to pray that Eric will recognize someone when he wakes up.

Fortunately, Eric still retains the tenacious vitality of a child growing in the mud like weeds - he woke up not long after Irene's belated wet towel to cool him down.Irene found that his eyes hadn't been opened yet, and his hands had habitually reached out to the head of the bed to search for something.And there was a large stack of papyrus with dense writing on the head of the bed. Irene took a quick look at him while he was still awake, and focused on understanding the deeds and arrangements after the return of the ghost.As for the rest of the diary essays, the heavy despair between the lines is too unbearable, Irene only read a little and dare not read any more.

"No need." The girl's nose was sore, she lightly grabbed the palm of her lover, and muttered to herself, "You don't need to do this—Little Carol is back." The girl's petite body slid in like a spirit snake. In Eric’s arms——After so many days, he still maintains the sleeping position with his arms stretched out in the underground Taoyuan. The blankness in his arms.

Eric tightened his arms subconsciously, and finally opened his eyes completely, with a longing smile in his eyes.

"Little Carol..." the man muttered, closed his eyes again, and hugged him a little tighter.

Irene didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and didn't remind him. Instead, she clung to him meekly, waiting for him to come back to his senses—in fact, she also missed such intimacy very much.

Probably because he still had a fever, Eric's reaction was much slower than Irene's impression.It wasn't until most of the girl's body was infected with his hot body temperature that the mist in his eyes dissipated.

"Little Carol?" The ghost's bright and vigorous voice was rarely hoarse.He moved his arms, and his eyes naturally looked down, falling on the close-fitting bodies of the two of them and the almost non-existent barrier between the two layers of bath towels in the middle.

"Yeah." Irene's heart moved, and she was about to say something, but she heard the lily-shaped wind chime hanging on the door "ding ding dong dong".If Irene hadn't opened two small windows on the four walls before, she would definitely be lingering endlessly in this arc-shaped living room with excellent echo effects.

"Mentor, look, your apprentices can't wait." Irene "sneered", but she was not very angry - based on the part she had explored before, it can be inferred that: in the past, Christine lit a fire in the prayer room. Behind the candlesticks, the message-transmitting mechanism leads to the key point that should be the gorgeous but dead lake island.But now, in the room that once belonged to her, she received a message from one of Mr. Ghost's apprentices—even if she brought Eric in, she could see that this place was different from other rooms, even if it was next door to it. Room: It clearly shows signs of careful maintenance; she is still very happy now that Eric has indeed moved his usual place of residence here.

Eric frowned—Irene put away the stack of records ahead of time, and he couldn't think of anyone else he was involved with.

"Sir, are you there? This group of children has achieved some success in expanding their vocal range. According to the agreement, I will bring you for assessment." It may be that Eric has been silent for too long, and the pipe buried in the wall has been sent back and forth. The young woman's voice was gentle and submissive, her words were neither humble nor overbearing, but it was hard to hide the deep fear in her tone.Irene could tell right away that it was the voice of Winnie, the current actress in the theater.

"Your gaze really puzzles me more and more." That kind of hypocritical displeasure and tenacity emerged, and Irene confirmed a little bit that Winnie's voice could only be described as pleasant to the ear, and couldn't help but childishly "" stab" Eric, and then accurately took out a small radio device from the white dove-shaped wall lamp inside the bed.

"Cecilia." After giving Eric a look of explanation, Irene held up this exquisite gadget, and when her pink and tender lips opened and closed, there was a masculine male voice that resembled Eric—— How much has she, a bad student, learned about the Phantom of the Opera?As for the little girl named?Who made a young apprentice who was taken aback by Winnie's singing as soon as he arrived at the Opera House carefully observe all people of the same sex as potential rivals in love?When I contacted Winnie just now, Irene felt that most of the so-called "everyone" included her.Moreover, her performance in "Everyone" should be relatively bright, even if she is the first to be named by "Ghost", it will not be surprising.

"Okay, sir." So at the other end - in Miss Winnie's dressing room, a little blond beauty appeared more and more, and her childish voice was refracted many times to Irene's ears. Subtle ethereal charm.

"She's like Christine." Irene covered the radio and turned to Eric to complain.

"You are irreplaceable to me." Eric's lips curled up slightly, which was a little more seductive than usual hoarse voice.

Irene is satisfied, but she can't guess the person completely—the girl didn't expect that Eric decided to visit her in the middle of the night last night, and she actually had an appointment the next day; moreover, who would like to see her tutor and other apprentices What a shame!

Who knows what Eric is thinking, accepting apprentices so casually!Thinking of this, the girl glared at her lover again, and then cunningly played a trick under Eric's inexplicable gaze: "After Cecilia finishes once, Vera joins in, and after Vera finishes once, Ke Leya joins, and the rest join in turn, each three times."

As a result, the childish voices of the little girls, who were still some distance away from the girl, came from a distance one after another, most of them were ethereal, but few of Irene's usual softness, at first glance it sounded like angels singing together means.

Irene told Eric about the events after the cemetery in this "Winning Holy Voice", from the blizzard to her return as "Aitele", even those days in the underground Taoyuan, The love and questioning that were only rekindled as Li Ailin did not hide the slightest bit.Irene seems to have temporarily forgotten her proficient speech art, those sweetness and sorrow, even despicable appeasement and flattery are just exposed in front of her lover without decoration.Of course, except for Li Ailin's speculation about the "established trajectory".

"I'm not sure if you'll remember this conversation tomorrow morning, and I'm not even sure if I remember all the tenderness and pain from the past, or if it fades away after I leave here. But, Eric." Conversation In the end, the girl purposely faced his strangely shaped eyes with emerald eyes, her voice was gentle and quiet, her expression focused and earnest, "I am very sure that only you can evoke the only love in my life."

"So Eric, promise me: you will never give up on me, never let our bond break, never...never..." Irene couldn't say the cruelest possibility, She thought of Eric falling silently to the bottom of the lake, and finally there was a slight tremor in her steady voice.Then, like the first crack on a glass window, the trembling spread quickly from the end of the words to the girl's whole body—the girl who is used to eloquence hugged her lover tightly, leaving only fragments in her throat. whimper.Li Ailin didn't feel this fear very deeply before, but now that she thinks about it, it makes Ailin feel suffocated by someone holding her whole heart tightly.

Eric threw the radio back into the sconce just in time.

"I promise, I promise! I will never give up on you, I will never let our bond break, I will never... never want to escape back to that dark purgatory alone again..." He hugged the girl back even harder, The lover's pearly tears fell on his naked upper body, bringing an extra warm temperature.

"Eric, I want you to make a promise." After a fierce and long deep kiss, Irene seemed to calm down quickly. She gently pressed Eric's big hand that was tearing the towel, her voice was still a little trembling , but a sly gleam appeared in the emerald eyes.

"Huh?" Eric felt a part of his body ache with longing, but he patiently gazed into his lover's beautiful green eyes.Those eyes were rarely covered with a layer of mist at this moment, not as clear as usual, but his strange shadow in the mist became more and more clear.

Now, of course, he didn't have to worry about it any more.Eric stared at his lover's beautiful face and couldn't help sighing in satisfaction.He, the devil's son despised by the world, will also reap the gift of fate.

"If I forget you, you have to lead me to love again; if I remember the past, you have to relive the old dreams with me - don't abandon those little girls, they will be the most solid foundation of Miss Etel's career in the future ; but Miss Eteler asked for the favor of the ghost—no one can match it, including Christine back then." Irene's breath seemed to have completely stabilized, but she spoke a little faster than usual.She didn't wait for Eric to answer and kissed again. The kiss started by the girl was not more gentle, but it was obviously longer-the two of them used all their superb breathing skills at this moment, as their lips and teeth intertwined, the girl A murmur that no one could understand fell out of his mouth: "Eric, you finally saw my tears..."

Irene used to be full of fiery affection, and failed to wait for her lover's kiss in the simple cave, because she insisted on showing Eric's true face to herself; but at this moment, her affection has not diminished, and her 16-year-old body has long been picked qualifications, but the lover stopped in a deep kiss again, an endless entanglement, because Eric was determined to let her reveal her true soul.

This situation is wonderfully reversed, but Irene is not surprised—they have been each other's driftwood, and they have given each other the only love in this life. The more sacred this relationship is, the more it cannot tolerate any flaws.

For a moment, Irene wished she was just Miss Aitele, who was obviously familiar with the underground palace, and the disheartened ghosts didn't intend to pay attention to Miss Aitler.But she immediately snuffed out this absurd idea, and finally decided to face the problem squarely.

But, Eric, my love, how can I tell you that we have been far apart, and I have seen your life's ups and downs?How I want to tell you how mediocre I was, and how I was polished to shine by you!How dare I tell you what shallow sympathy and frivolous love I felt for you when I first heard your majestic singing?

"Eric, maybe you'd like to hear a story." Finally, Irene ended the unbearable silence.There was a slightly melancholy smile on her small lips, but the emerald eyes showed a determination like a boat was sinking.

The author has something to say: After the update is completed, it is said that those who are looking forward to the meat can retreat. My family Irene is not so easy to eat the phantom! (←There seems to be something wrong there...)