[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

Irene once thought that time was a ruler in the hands of a craftsman, one scale after another, precisely and ruthlessly planning her unchanging wanderings; The mast, which turbid wave finally overturned her humble boat; but after encountering the phantom, she found that time suddenly became a willful little tree, spreading its branches and leaves at every inadvertent moment , secretly planning on which sunny morning the flowers will bloom into a sea.

It was another perfect Sunday, and the devout followers of Jesus stayed at home peacefully.Irene, who had no performance arrangements, was not so secure. She slipped back to her room after finishing the routine training in a hurry, lifted the bed board in the middle of the bedroom with ease, and jumped into the big hole exposed under the bed—three years is enough for The clever little girl became the darling of the audience, so she had a bedroom of her own in the opera house; and the two years after that were enough for the tentacles of the phantom to surround her wayward student tightly.

After a muffled sound of "bang", a star of candlelight suddenly lit up in the corridor where you couldn't see your fingers. In the dim light of the candlelight, there was vaguely Irene's girlish face.The next moment, fires ignited on both sides of the corridor one after another, starting from where Irene was, winding towards the depths of the mysterious underground palace unhurriedly.

Eileen couldn't help but curl her lips.There are no less than ten trap doors and secret passages leading to the underground palace in the entire opera house or even her small room, but she prefers this one because the long strip of light looks too much like an invitation from a phantom, and the man carrying the candlelight The arm-shaped candlestick deepens the illusion of the girl.

"Is it still only these small heat-sensitive traps? No... To the instructor, this level is too embarrassing to call it a trap, at most it can be regarded as a lighting device and an early warning device... After all, the instructor still needs to be involved in the creation of operas." How long have you been immersed in it!" Irene took a few steps cautiously, avoiding a few small organs that were not cleaned up last time with a light posture, but the joy on her face gradually faded.Finally, the girl stood at the end of the corridor, staring blankly at the dark river that took over from the corridor and detoured away for a while—this was a scene that she had tried so hard to see before, and finally chose to return to herself along the way she came. in the room.

In the boudoir with light yellow walls, Irene unconsciously pokes at the beautiful lace that Christine gave her, her eyes are a little far away—although she does not agree with Christine's purity, but after integrating the memories before time travel, she has a great understanding of the past. There is no longer any extreme aversion to these beautiful things.So, whether it was for the convenience of intervening in the plot or to please Mrs. Geary, she got more involved in the opera house... Well, she admitted that mainly to fulfill her promise to the Phantom, she quite consciously became a partner with Christine. friends.Of course, not a close friend like a sister like Meg, but a good friend who is a step above ordinary friends.Anyway, this is enough for her to protect the kind and weak little angel from being bullied by other "worldly polluted" ballerinas.As for Phantom, although he has never personally taught her the mysteries of machinery in these years, he has acquiesced in her wanton behavior of trying to find and crack the above-ground and underground organs of the Opera House.The mechanisms carefully arranged by the Phantom, no matter how simple or complex, silently conveyed to Irene the ingenuity and rigorous and delicate layout of the tutor, guiding her to explore the mysteries of machinery.But in the past two weeks, the underground mechanism has rarely changed, and she seems to have gradually peeped into the mysterious core of the underground labyrinth.

Irene spent thirteen nights, at the cost of being severely reprimanded by two managers for being drowsy during the daytime performance and almost causing fire to the curtain, as well as multiple severe scratches on the palms and knees, to put this aisle The danger of the passage is gone; and her genius mentor seems to be still addicted to the world of music, and has no intention of repairing and improving the defense measures of this passage.

In fact, today is really a good opportunity.

Irene is extremely convinced that as long as she brings a small boat now, no, no small boat is needed, as long as a piece of wood or an inflatable valve, in short, something that can float on the water and return to the ground, it is possible to truly step into the luxurious world of the Phantom. The underground palace; if you are lucky enough, you may even be able to say hello to your mentor face to face.

But after a brief hesitation, she finally gave up on this tempting idea.

The Phantom was undeniably fascinating, and she especially wanted to be near it.But she thought that if she wanted to enter the mysterious underground kingdom, she must either be a recognized student and receive a sincere invitation from the master; Come here to present the letter of surrender; of course, if possible, Irene would prefer to be there as the hostess. In short, Irene feels that their first encounter should never be engraved in such a sloppy appearance in memory .Although, that "first encounter" might just be for her.

When an uninvited visitor visits from the window, what he sees is the silhouette of the girl carefully picking up the lace.

"You don't look like you really like them." Why take a serious collection?

"Because it's a gift." Irene's clear eyes just lightly passed over the uninvited guest's left sleeve embroidered with exquisite patterns, and then fell to the lace inside the box.Their materials are cheap, their styles are simple, and most of them are light-colored. Just like their former owner, Christine, they are quietly beautiful.However, with the phantom's careful cultivation, Christine will eventually discover her unparalleled singing voice and become the brightest star in the opera house; and these poor little guys will probably only be shelved if they fall into Irene's hands. It's the end - girls aged eleven or twelve want to be different, and Irene, who came for the Phantom, of course hates being Christine's shadow even more.What's more, the gorgeous and complicated decorations are in line with Irene's vision of the European high society in the [-]th century.Although the waif Irene is seldom obsessed with anything, but she is always unwilling to perfunctory such rare luxury as "longing".

Because it is a gift, it is the heart of a friend, so even if you don't like it, you will collect it carefully?This is really a lovely girl.The uninvited guest calmly brushed off the blades of grass that had inadvertently stained his sleeves, his blue-gray eyes couldn't help showing a bit of interest.

"Good day, lovely lady. I would like to express my sincere apologies to you for this unexpected visit." The visitor's voice was still a little hoarse, which is unique to the juvenile voice change period, but it did not affect the slightest bit of inborn Come tenderly.It was a kind of tenderness that was very similar to Irene, and could easily forgive all his sins.

"Good day, sir. It's not a gentleman's behavior to frighten a poor lady." Irene unhurriedly folded the last lace neatly, and then gracefully raised her head, revealing her beautifully shaped lips and Neck, of course, and a pair of sparkling lake green eyes.

"But you don't look like you've been frightened." The gray-blue eyes of the visitor narrowed slightly, revealing a bit of sharpness for no reason, "On the contrary, you look more serene than a nun praying devoutly in a church. "

"Although more than one person has said this, thank you for your compliment." Irene smiled slightly, and her clear green eyes suddenly came alive, "Irene Muller... mind telling me your name? ?”

"The green emerald inlaid in the center of the sea? It's a very suitable name." The visitor was taken aback, "Philip Shani. If you don't mind, you can call me 'Philip'." When he said the last sentence, the pair of unusually colored There was a slight frivolous smile in his eyes.

"If you insist on omitting the familiarization process of one to two years." Irene took the conversation without a trace of hesitation, and there was even a hint of indifference in her eyes, "Philip, what made you eager to see the sun when the sun was still shining on the earth?" Breaking into the room of a strange lady?"

"Because of competition, honor, spirit of adventure, or something else, you can do whatever you want." Philip shrugged and replied with a smile, "Maybe, you can think of me as a hero from heaven, and stand up for all those who are struggling with original sin." Believers bring the glory of God."

"Am I one of them too?" Irene seemed unaware of the boy's impoliteness, her clear eyes swirled lightly on his smooth and plump forehead, and then fell back to her bedside, "Unfortunately, my There is only one angel, and he has appeared in my life five years ago."

"Bless you angels who perform clown juggling?" Philip followed Irene's gaze and sneered maliciously, "Irene Muller, I can't believe it, as the most important part of my plan , a reserved noble lady, you are willing to perform juggling here like a monkey in a circus for the entertainment of others!"

"Although I don't know what prompted you to call an orphan girl who wandered for many years before she was lucky enough to find a bowl of food in the opera house to be a 'reserved noble lady', but I would like to take this as your compliment." Irene put What a good box, he stretched out his hands to hold up the funny little thing by the bed, his eyes were gentle.It was a wax figure of a clown throwing a ball, less than three inches high, but the clown's colorful wild hair and blood-red nose were very lifelike.Irene tapped the statue's heart with her fingers, and a graceful melody flowed out of the statue's mouth.There is not a single lyric, but it seems to hide the tenderness of the whole world.

"Look, this is a gift from an angel."

"Oh, this is really a unique gift."

"Maybe." Irene smiled good-naturedly, but the little monkey cymbal music box in Christine's room flashed in her mind. It was the tenth birthday present she got two years ago. The representative shape can be seen to be the work of Phantom at a glance.And this clown sculpture was a gift from Phantom for her tenth birthday. It has been more than a year, and it is still maintained as if it had just been carved.Perhaps she should be flattered that the tutor's gifts for good students and bad students are as exquisite as they are.

"Tell me about your plan and the role I may play in it. The future... Earl Philip Charney." The girl carefully put the sculpture back in place, then raised her eyes and smiled, her voice was still ethereal Graceful, like a nun's white clothes gently brushed the young man's plump cheeks, but the clear blue waves were as cold as an abyss in an instant.

"My honor, Chief Penny." After a brief absence, the young man was not to be outdone, and his blue-gray eyes suddenly set off a storm, but after only a moment, he returned to silence, and his slightly hoarse voice was still as gentle as a calm sea.

The author has something to say: la la la, the author finally broke free from the double shackles of the calvin and the final exam. Although the exams are still continuous, more updates should gradually drop.Tangerine, do you love me?

In addition, Philip is the elder brother of Viscount Shani in the original book, not the author made it up.