[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

After that night, Gustav just added some expectations to the fantastic scenery of Coney Island, but Ferry's many suppressed feelings filled his heart again—not as Irene's beloved companion to him, but It's just the deep friendship that grew out of being Ferry and the talented "Uncle Ghost" during the first three years of getting along almost day and night.

"Freck!" The first time he saw the dwarf lady, Ferry took his brother Gustav's little hand and followed - she was too lazy to watch Christine and Meg "sincerely in love" The old friend of my old friend recognizes the undercurrent among adults!

"Come here, little Ferry, with the little Viscount." On the night before the opening of Phantom Paradise, Fleck stood in a backlit corner and affectionately called to Viscount Shani's sons and daughters—Miss Dwarf could clearly see: The eyes of the two children were clear, and the little viscount's eyes were full of hidden curiosity, but his sister couldn't even find this slightly offensive curiosity in his eyes.

When Ferry led Gustav closer, he was not surprised to see the tall and thin Dr. Kango and the short and stocky Mr. Squid.They were still wearing funny black suits and tall top hats of the same color, and Mr. Squid was still holding a thin cane in his hand, which made them look even more ridiculous.Ferry happily greeted them respectively, while Gustav had already broken free from his sister's palm excitedly, and dexterously followed.

They walked on the trestles of the winding plank road, relying only on the hazy light emitted by a string of crystal chandeliers not far away and the small lights hanging down along the road; the three people in front kept humming mysterious melodies, as if they were messengers from hell, will lure them into the abyss.

But Gustav was not in the least afraid—the child was at his most curious and most daring age.And, you have to admit, sometimes the weirder, wilder, darker the spectacle, the more deadly it is for a boy of this age.

Finally, they were led to a delicate piano - the string of elegant crystal lights was facing down, making this place the brightest part of the whole dark color.Miss Fleck and the three of them retreated without a sound and disappeared into the deep night without a sound. At this time, only the sound of the phantom's approaching footsteps could be heard in Ferry's mind.

"Where is this?" Gustav looked around curiously in the empty space.

"This is my kingdom, the realm of illusion, ruled by music, beauty and deceit..." The ghost holding a candlestick came from the darkest place, and the flickering candle seemed to be the only light in this ghostly world, going to whiten him His mask is even more mysterious.He only used two short chants to cheer him up, but he still had both delicate and passionate emotions, and Ferry couldn't help but think of this strange and wild underground scenery.

"Please wait a moment, little Viscount, I'll prepare for our adventure." Phantom said, touching the top of Gustav's head not too gently, but her gaze behind the mask fell on Ferry indistinctly .

Gustav became even more excited. He boldly climbed onto the piano bench, and after obtaining the master's permission, he knelt down and began to play and sing.The soft and soothing melody flowed from his fingertips, accompanied by the boy's clear and childlike humming, which made people think of the quiet but wonderful summer night with hidden vitality.

"What song is this?" Phantom finally couldn't help asking.

"It's just some melodies that appear in my mind, I think they are very pleasant." Gustav's eyes were clear and sincere.

"Do you hear every floating note? Do you hear them pass away and fall? It's like night..." Ferry said without warning, but the voices and even the lyrics of the siblings reached a perfect tacit understanding in an instant —following a certain rhythm buried deep in the blood.

The last tune was naturally protracted, and when it came to an end, Ferry "flyed" onto the piano bench as deftly as a swallow.Then that frivolous dexterity subsided in an instant, leaving only the natural and elegant posture exactly the same as his younger brother Gustav.

"This music haunts me. It's sweet and bold. It's always in my ears, but it won't let me hear it clearly..." When Ferry sang again, Gustav stopped responding. .The little girl is still an immature childish voice, but her familiar singing style is enough to make the sensitive ghost aware of the throbbing of the blood in the dark, and the musical spirituality that no one cares to cover up.

"Sir, my father hated music, and my mother pretended to forget the mystery hidden between her lips and teeth; but I am still ready to sing at any time, because I have once bathed in the most beautiful sound in the world." The soothing melody came suddenly At the end, the little girl stood up straight on the piano bench with her back to the piano, and there were too many emotions in the light brown pupils that the phantom dared not look at carefully.

"I weaved countless beautiful dreams in his gentle singing, until the Holy Spirit of music refused to grant me the right to listen; he gave me proper teaching and love instead of my parents, and then resolutely left, taking most of my life away. Love and trust, but too stingy to leave a parting melody.” Ferry’s crooning was soft and thin, but to Phantom, it was like a sharp knife, with the cold light pointing straight at those barren hearts that lay across his heart Here, the wound festering quietly in the dark.

"Where did the holy spirit of music go? I didn't make a mistake, why did he leave me?" The little girl pressed every inch, but the ghost in the shadow had no choice but to retreat step by step.He almost ran away, but Ferry swooped down and hung him precisely on his neck.Phantom subconsciously supported the little girl's delicate body with her arm, and put her other hand on her waist to prevent the bold little girl from accidentally falling to the ground.

"You know, Uncle Ghost? Ferry has wanted to do this for a long time." Ferry leaned on one shoulder of Phantom, tilted his head slightly, and his small lips were less than two centimeters away from the man's ear.

If this is still the previous world, then she must have left an ambiguous tooth mark on Phantom's earlobe by now.But now, Ferry just maintains a slightly pouted posture, delicate and pure, just like every daughter who is used to acting like a baby to her father-although out of some kind of hypocritical guilt, Ferry almost never acts like a baby to her parents; As Eletta's life, she has already become a deep-rooted habit of acting like a baby to Phantom. Whether she is a lover in a fair and honest manner, or just as a junior who is similar to her children, she is easy to catch.

From Ferry's determined address, Phantom's body stiffened.

Of course he wouldn't forget Ferry, a girl who looked more like an angel than her mother did back then.

In fact, ever since he secretly hid that milk-smelling little body in his black cloak, this child who would smile at him had left a faint trace in his heart.Later, whenever he quietly looked at his beloved Christine, he couldn't help giving her a little corner of his eye.Coincidentally, Ferry always smiled at him whenever he wasn't asleep.

How beautiful that smile was, it comforted his desperate heart for a moment.

"I hope you understand that I have learned to expect your voice before I left my infancy." The little girl's thin childish voice fell to the bottom of Phantom's heart without traveling too far, as if quietly poking out from the darkest swamp "So, what makes you think that I'm going to forget you, and the weirdest dream in the first place?"

Phantom didn't answer, but her stiff body gradually relaxed.He tentatively stroked the palm on Ferry's waist. From the first to the last vertebrae, the tentacles did not jump out of the slenderness and softness unique to children, but they had faintly revealed a slender and well-proportioned prototype—more than he did back then. The last side before fleeing is more stretched and more like her beautiful and holy mother.

Phantom had never hugged Christine as a child like this, and before that, she had never been so close to Ferry.In fact, although he pretended to be a phantom to Ferry, he still hides cowardly under the vision of the angel's pure white.Even more careful in singing to Christine, given her unsuccessful precedent—he was too afraid to frighten the frail little thing.If it wasn't for worrying that the little girl would expose his selfish prying eyes after she learned to speak, he wouldn't even plan to say a word to her.

To be honest, Christine's golden voice is already a rare preference from the heavens, and this child's talent far surpasses her mother: not only the natural wide range, the extremely plastic voice and the long breath; more importantly, is a sensitivity to melody.God knows, when she inadvertently hummed those moving melodies, how surprised he was by the deja vu spirituality!

Because of this precious spirituality, he was even reluctant to give her specific instructions like he taught Christine.And she really doesn't need those bossy prunings—he just sings to her as he pleases, and she grows on the fertile soil of his music.In less than three years, when many of her contemporaries who spoke later could still sometimes slur their words, the clever little girl was ready to present a new song she had composed for the first time to this ghost she had never met.

If it weren't for the not-so-good melody, Phantom might not have realized how much jealousy and despair she confides to Ferry with her singing day after day.But the child's voice is too unique, or her heart that is not dusty and ignorant is too gentle, so the melody that was lost in chaos was sublimated into a unique lightness and agility after her enlightenment.

The little girl's eyes are as warm and pure as her mother's back then, but the singing voice that became the melody for the first time is chasing his ghost's footsteps like fate - Christine's holy voice is his carefully crafted masterpiece; and Ferry, It is a miracle that grows freely on the fertile soil of his music.When this wonder coincides with what the Phantom is most pleased with, he cannot in good conscience say that he is not pleased.

But the happiness and tranquility Ferry brought to him was so short-lived when he discovered that the little girl had chosen to hide such spiritual music from her parents.

In fact, he has long been used to watching his beloved Christine play the role of "Viscountess" more and more easily day by day.But it never occurred to him that even the only remaining bond between them: the music from the ghosts was banned—he didn't believe that children could resist their natural tendency to show off to their parents, unless a certain skill was really discouraged, not just The father's arbitrary prohibition, and the mother's weak second opinion.He even immediately thought of Ferry's unusual expectations for him-the little girl's singing was never lonely, but it always gave him a strange feeling of waiting for a long time.

The phantom regards this as another silent rejection of her beloved Christine, so the ghost in the shadow flees again, until the news that Mrs. Shaney lost her voice due to excessive use of her voice hits him unexpectedly.

In that moment, he admits, a longing that he had kept hidden for years revived.

Christine also once lost her god-given good voice, and it was I who discovered her hidden light!Whether it's Mrs. Shani, or just Christine Daiye, she has to go through my hands to shine again!

The Phantom quickly made an excuse for himself, and then couldn't wait to invite the Shani family in the name of "Mr. Oscar Hammerstein"—obviously, he refused to think about whether Mrs. Shani still needed music, subconsciously unwilling to cut off the last trace of confusion hope.

At that time, Phantom only thought that if she invited Mrs. Shani alone, it would be too revealing, but now she was very grateful for her decision at that time.

Otherwise, how would I know that when my beloved Christine deliberately avoids the mystery between her lips and teeth, there is still a beautiful soul that misses the voice of the ghost.The phantom slightly tightened her embrace, and a smile appeared in the eyes behind the white mask: In fact, a little girl who is less than three years old; less than three years old, only hears her voice, but does not see her communication; is forgotten It is common sense, if after seven years of long separation can still be remembered, no matter what the final result of the subsequent journey is, at least this moment is enough to comfort.

The author has something to say: Alas, I was defeated by my own long-winded and twisted words, so I had to write another chapter to see if I can't finish it