[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

Someone once said: The daughter is the lover of the father in his previous life.The origin of this sentence does not seem to be good, but Irene thinks it is very reasonable—or, how could she be so reluctant to pursue her in this life, and even become the sister of the little Viscount Gustav? ——Otherwise, how could she be reluctant to chase after her in this life, and even become the sister of the little Viscount Gustav?

That's right, she is now a descendant of Phantom's bloodline!Thinking of this, Irene couldn't help feeling a secret sweetness.And what made her discover this, or what made her awaken the memory of her previous life from the ignorance of her mother's womb, was the strange singing of the phantom outside the delivery room—perhaps no matter how many times she reincarnated, it could awaken Irene's soul. Only the singing of ghosts.

It turns out that after that ambiguous moon, dark and windy night, are you still silently guarding your beloved music angel?How am I not surprised at all?Irene pricked up her ears, which had been exceptionally sensitive since she was born for some reason, trying to catch the familiar voice in her swaddling baby, quietly chewing on the most humble and deepest love in those subtle hummings.

If you are still my lover, how could you be so humble.Almost as soon as he heard it, Erin knew: The ghost still loved his musical angel deeply.She even heard that after today, he would be far away from Christine and the happy and fulfilling life of the little apprentice—there was no trace of Irene Muller in this world.

Oh, this is too bad!The little baby sighed inwardly.But she still has to face the newborn's crumpled and red face, find the phantom's direction by hearing, and try to smile, hoping to keep the phantom's footsteps before Gustav is born—at least, let him continue to wait power.

"Wow—" The loud cry announced the arrival of another little life.The child who should be Gustav was cleaned up by the medical staff, wrapped in swaddling clothes and sent to Christine. She only had a look at the routine, and then carried him to the small bed beside her and placed him next to her.And Christine was awakened by the rush of news from the midwives, as if she had just woken up from an unforgettable nightmare.Irene felt her wry smile, and then heard a low sigh of despair: Music Angel...

Ha, that's pretty sharp, Christine, did you know that your musical angel will leave you with bitter thoughts, and then spend ten years of despair alone?Erin sneered inwardly.The next moment, she felt an emotional gaze falling on herself.

Those are... Christine's children.The little girl who used to cry helplessly to herself finally became the mother of other people's children after becoming someone else's wife.

The ghost in the shadow stared obsessively at the Viscountess on the delivery bed, at the glistening sweat on her forehead, at the tired and satisfied light in her eyes, and followed her loving eyes to the baby on the small bed beside her. The tender little life, the extreme love and hatred collided endlessly in his eyes.

"Wow—hiccup—" Gustav might not be able to bear such intense gazes, and he couldn't stop crying until he hiccupped, but Irene was very used to staying in the swaddling baby, calmly bathing in the suffocating emotions of the ghost ——It's just the light of Christine, how can this little emotional margin compare with the purest and most ardent affection that Irene has ever enjoyed in the Phantom.

Erin didn't quite know how many months it took for newborns to open their eyes—nor did she and Eric have a baby of their own in the end.All she knew was that the first thing she saw in this world, even if it wasn't her nominal father Raoul or mother Christine who still doted on her, it shouldn't be a white mask.

With such a stiff, cold, and lifeless outline, there still seemed to be some impressions in her mind—in the last world, Eric had stopped using a fake mask to cover up his real face in front of her long, long ago.Although they had many twists and turns later, this habit has not changed.So much so that when she saw this cold and hard thing again, she was at a loss for a moment.

But Erin knew it right away—she was always incredibly perceptive when it came to Eric.

The newborn's eyesight is actually still very blurry, but she still intuitively looks through the mask and focuses on Eric's eyes with complicated emotions.Then, a toothless smile slowly bloomed, and every inch of the tender baby's face was showing the unique innocence to Mr. Ghost.

If it wasn't for the fact that the newborn's body was not strong enough to support the movement of raising the arms, Irene really wanted to take off the obtrusive mask on Eric's face!As for how she got into Eric's hands, where is she now?Thinking about these kinds of questions doesn't make any sense for a little guy who can't even get out of his swaddle.

Eric didn't know how he brought Christine's daughter out by mistake. Maybe she laughed too well?Or did he still have some expectations for this little guy?In short, when he came to his senses, this white and tender little fellow exuding a faint milky fragrance was already inside his cloak.

Could he return the little guy quietly, before the viscount arranged for the naughty maid to find out.But in fact, our great Mr. Ghost held this fragile little thing carefully, while shaking it regularly, and sang a gentle lullaby proficiently—when Christine was still young, he also separated Looking at the painted walls of her bedroom, she sang this song to lull her to sleep, but as his angels grew older, they began to formally teach and learn, and they sang less.

Irene heard the unspeakable melancholy in the ghost's singing, but before she had time to do anything, the baby's body had already fallen asleep obediently.

When he woke up again, the gorgeous dome of the Viscount's house was in front of him again.Oh, and Christine's rejoicing was mixed with a hint of horror.Gustav, the younger brother with a mother next to him, seemed to have just been breastfed by a nanny, and was sleeping soundly, with a rosy face, and a cute bubble unconsciously puffed up from the corner of his pink mouth.

"Ferry, my dear Ferry!" Christine called her name in this life affectionately. She hugged her daughter tightly on her breasts that became more plump after being a mother. Irene felt a slight tremor in her body. ; but when Raoul looked at her, he smiled nonchalantly, with a little shyness in the corners of his eyes, "Ferry, our daughter, she is really cute, isn't she?" She expressed sincere relief, and her eyes were filled with the love and affection that every mother has for her children.

"Of course, she is the little princess of our Shani family." So Raoul's face was filled with joy similar to that of his beautiful wife, and he responded loudly, "She deserves all of us's love!"

Erin, no, Ferry was really spoiled, from birth until his tenth birthday.Whether it's completing the Miss Noble class ahead of time or refusing to diet and high heels...as long as it's Ferry's request, it will always be granted.Later, she even began to intervene in the financial management of Shani's family in the name of her younger brother Gustav.Of course, that was after Ferry was three years old.As for how the little girl who was vaguely showing ladylike demeanor before the age of three suddenly fell in love with things that only men are interested in?Probably only a certain "ghost uncle" who happened to leave without saying goodbye at that time knew.

Fortunately, mother Christine seems to prefer her son to her precocious daughter—she tells Gustav interesting bedtime stories every night, and invites several knowledgeable teachers to teach him French grammar, History and other knowledge that noble heirs should know, and at the same time asked his father to take him to various social occasions early on.And he stopped his father just in time when he drank too much or was about to engage in dangerous gambling.Therefore, in the northern country Sweden, which is very far away from Paris, the young Viscount Gustav's intelligence is as famous as the viscount's daughter Ferry.There is only one thing that is not satisfactory-Gustav likes to play the piano very much, but his father Raoul seems to hate music more and more in recent years.

"Sister?" Gustav, who was bright and steady, changed his appearance as soon as he arrived in his sister's room.The handsome and cute little boy poked his head up behind Ferry and shouted in a low voice. The dark brown eyes he inherited from his mother glanced at the complicated business documents on his sister's desk, feeling a little disappointed.

"Take it yourself and fill it up, huh?" Ferry smiled, picked out a large stack of documents and handed it to Gustav, who also inherited his mother's brown eyes, but the color is much lighter With a little smile.

Gustav took the document, flipped it skillfully to the back, and saw some messy and intermittent melody fragments as expected.Grinning his snow-white teeth distressedly, the boy didn't accuse his sister of wasting her talent after all.He folded the document in half and stuffed it into the inner pocket of the little vest that his mother Christine had made for him.

"Goodbye, sister, don't forget that you promised me the piano lesson on Thursday night!" Without the owner of the room asking to see off the guests, the boy who had gained something quickly ran away consciously.So Ferry watched his younger brother go away with a smile. When his small back turned around the corner of the corridor, he lowered his head and continued to review the documents. and.Whether it is composing or singing, she does not reject those unexpected beautiful melodies, but it is difficult to forget the worldly affairs because of this.Of course, this did not make her feel much regret.After all, she had already tasted the bitter fruit of immersing herself in musical dreams regardless of her previous life.

However, no matter how many times I come again, I will not regret it.Ferry smiled softly, dipped the metal nib of the pen into the translucent ink bottle, and stopped recalling the past life, and began to work seriously—even after so many years, the relevant plot has long been forgotten. After everything was clean, she still remembered that her family didn't end well.The so-called "established trajectory" in the last life disgusted her enough, and she was really lucky to get out with Eric in the end; in this life, she only hopes that she can do her best and change the so-called "destiny".

The author has something to say: I feel that the continuous posting of the green olive fanfare is more friendly to the author of obsessive-compulsive disorder, so I moved it here. The original chapter is moved to the end of the volume, and I will replace it with another one-chapter-finished fanwaijun as soon as possible. Qing Ci

Note: green olives = fruit of heaven