[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

There are almost two weeks before the opening of the new Manhattan Opera House in New York, and the Shani family finally bid farewell to the salty sea breeze.Looking at the horse-drawn carriage on the opposite side of Jackson Square, Ferry had to admit the tyranny of the established track—with Gustav's strict defense under Ferry's command, Raoul certainly had no chance to be in Monte Carlo. Luo lost all his family property at the gambling table, and despite the ominous premonition of losing Christine, he gradually fell in love with the company of alcohol; , My mother in this life would sing a piece of music so hoarsely that she lost her voice many years later, and the famous doctor who has the ability to treat it happens to be closely related to "Mr. Oscar Hammerstein".

But when you think about it, it's not too strange: after all, she silently sang the song when she was most unwilling, and then it was inadvertently completed by Gustav.Even after she sang, she had to say goodbye to all slightly troublesome tones for more than half a year, let alone Christine, who was actually slightly inferior to her perfect endowment.

How are you qualified to sing about our love!At that time, Ferry thought triumphantly.

"Dear friend, welcome to the United States..." While the onlookers were still amazed by the independent carriage, a not-so-pleasant voice came from the side of the carriage, and the tall and thin man got out of the carriage first. The posture is courteous, but it seems to hide contempt.Ferry looked at the black top hat with a sharp brim on his head, and was in a trance for a moment—since Eric left, her singing fell silent. He has the habit of hanging his voice, but he almost never sings in front of people.

The singing continued, and a burly man also stepped out of the carriage; then, a dwarf lady whose stature was smaller than ordinary people's recognition took a little bit of strength from their outstretched hands on the left and right, and landed lightly. to the ground.The faces of the three are all painted with strange heavy makeup, which reminds people of funny clowns or mysterious ghosts in the circus at first sight.Ferry felt that the rich expression of the burly man who came up to Raoul to speak was particularly interesting.

Raoul is still worried about the fact that "Mr. Oscar Hammerstein" did not come to greet him in person—since he fell in love with alcohol, the viscount has paid more and more attention to these face-saving efforts.The first tall and thin man stretched out his hand to hug Ferry into the car. Ferry smiled kindly at him and motioned for Gustav, who was behind him, to get into the car first, and then he jumped lightly. Go up—Ferrey is not willing to lose a good skill that is useful anytime.

Finally, Christine and Raoul got into the car one after another, and Ferry and Gustave sat next to their parents.Gustav looked around in the carriage, looking extremely excited.Ferry believed that if his father hadn't been here, his younger brother would not have just hummed softly in a whisper to express his enthusiasm for this carriage that seemed to come out of a fairy tale.

The long curtains in the carriage were pulled down, but they did not completely block the sight of the people in the carriage.Ferry sat quietly in his seat, as if he had no interest in his younger brother Gustav's low exclamation from time to time.Before arriving at the residence prepared by "Mr. Oscar Hammerstein" for his family, Ferry clearly felt a familiar sight peeking into the car.The first few years of getting along were not useless.She thought—the gaze lingered for a while when it swept across her, and it seemed that the madness and coldness had receded a bit, and it contained a rare tenderness.

Soon they arrived at the place. As the only adult man in the Chaney family, Raoul went to visit the owner first, and Christine took a pair of children to settle down in the residence provided by the owner.

Bright and spacious hall, elegant light yellow wallpaper, even an expensive black piano is placed in the center of the living room considering the preferences of the guests, even the wine cabinet with various red wines is designed to be warm and friendly arc.As a host, "Mr. Oscar Hammerstein" can be regarded as very generous.

"This nasty city, dirty place..." Only Raoul's chattering complaints echoed in the hall - Ferry had already taken his younger brother Gustav to hide in his bedroom with great experience, and Christine had just lost her voice recently, and even though she was still as submissive as ever, Raul couldn't take comfort from his wife's heavenly voice for the time being.

"Sister, father is drinking again." The father's complaints seemed endless, but the siblings were relatively silent on the big bed in the bedroom.Finally, Gustav's thin voice sounded, full of distressing loneliness.

"It's okay, mother will try her best to persuade him." Although, everyone knows that Christine's weak persuasion will hardly have much effect.Ferry smiled helplessly, and skillfully changed the subject: "Gustav, didn't you say that you received the toy from the master?"

"That's right, look, sister!" Gustav was actually used to his father complaining more and more frequently, and when his sister mentioned a topic he was interested in, his tone became cheerful.The little boy moved the exquisite music box from the bedside to Ferry as if offering a treasure.

As expected, the red and white clown is sitting on the round crystal ball, in which stands a miniature "Eiffel Tower" model, and the tallest circular base at the bottom is also lively and gorgeous red and white patterns.Gustav gently turned the handle on the base, and a brisk and melodious melody flowed through the ears of the two of them like flowing water.

"It's a beautiful melody, isn't it?" At this time, Gustav's dark brown eyes had only the joy of wandering in the music.

"Yeah, very beautiful." Even if it wasn't for me.Ferry sighed softly.She thought again of the tenth birthday gift she had received as Erin—a miniature clown statue less than three inches high, which would sing to you just as softly as you tapped on the heart.Although it was lost during the escape, Eric made up a more refined one when Eletta grew up to be ten years old, as a less important part of reliving old dreams.

At any rate, we also met for a while. You prepared such exquisite gifts for Christine and Gustav, who is almost completely stranger, but you dare not come to see me?The little girl was a little aggrieved, but out of a deep understanding of someone's twisting level, she was not particularly angry.

"When father is away, let's show it to mother." Ferry hesitated for a moment, then softly touched the soft fur on the top of his brother's head, and smiled lightly on his light brown pupils.

Soon, Raoul excitedly went to the bar to meet "Mr. Oscar Hammerstein" alone, and Ferry knew without guessing that the excitement on his face was just because he had a reason to drink two more glasses.

That night, Ferry closed his eyes with Gustav very early, and then listened through the half-closed door. After many years, the familiar ghost once again poured out the inseparable affection in his chest.From the dark and windy night with lingering death at the beginning, to the desperation gradually accumulated in the long ten years.Christine's temporary loss of voice turned the aria, which was supposed to cater to men and women, into a phantom's one-man show. Ferry has been listening quietly, feeling a little awkward because of his music appreciation level far beyond the average, but he was surprised to find himself There is no urge to answer and fill the void.

That's not a song for me, that's not my lover who loves each other deeply.This idea suddenly became clearer in Ferry's mind than ever before, bringing pain like a knife, but also a subtle sense of relief—in fact, she has always understood that there may be countless ghosts in this world, and those she can love deeply , but only the one who once guided, guarded, and accompanied her, and later also gave her all her affection.

If you can solve lovesickness by holding on to a similar face, or a similar soul, then your love is too frivolous.Ferry said to himself.What's more, he has such deep affection for Christine, how can you think you can desecrate the deep affection of the ghost?

And finally some irreverent delusion disappeared from Ferry's mind.When Gustav woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, Ferry, as a sister, naturally took his brother to seek comfort from his mother; at the same time, he also took the opportunity to "insert" between the old lovers.

Ghost "Uncle"?If you don't want to come to see little Ferry, little Ferry will have to seize the opportunity to see you.Ferry, who was dressed relaxed, stared straight at the white mask on Mr. Y's head, his little calculation in his heart was "popping".

Perhaps with the less-close Ferry as a contrast, Christine is more close to her son than the average mother and child.Unsurprisingly, when the Phantom's eyes fell on the little Viscount, the former opera star's body stiffened indiscernibly.

Finally, Christine gently pushed Gustav away and signaled her children to greet this strange gentleman with her eyes.

"Welcome to my world, kids." Phantom greeted first, looking polite and amiable.

"Your world? Where are we?" The little boy looked bold and curious.

"Little Viscount, we are in Phantom Paradise on Coney Island. In this fantasy kingdom, phantoms are the rulers..." The man held Gustav under his armpits and lifted him up easily, every word seemed to be With the ghostly and bewitching words, Christine subconsciously grabbed one of her son's arms, her breathing was rapid, her body trembled slightly, and she was obviously tense.

"Tell me, you won't exclude me from this fantastic journey; tell me, what do you not want me to see?" The little girl took two or three steps, and looked directly behind the phantom's mask again. The light brown pupils were originally The warmer it is, the more terrified the sad question in the eyes is now, "Is it all the secrets of this phantom paradise? Or everything weird, wild and dark under the shadow of the paradise?"

"Mother, I insist." Ferry whispered firmly before Christine wanted to do anything.The phantom image suddenly became a clay sculpture that couldn't move, allowing the little girl surrounded by the soft skirt to hug her brother back from her hand, and then stuffed herself back into her arms without notice.

"You will see it tomorrow, and I will show you all this in person, I promise." Finally, Phantom Image finally made a decision, he squatted down, looked straight into the bright eyes of the little girl, his tone was solemn and hidden in Wang Yang Find the only driftwood-like hope among them.

The author has something to say: So this is really family love!dear!dear! (The important thing is said three times), it is really not a German orthopedic QAQ