[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

In Eric's impression, little Ferry has always been a curious child, and he seldom has a peaceful time.Therefore, when that little child is willing to give you a quiet hug, it is all the more precious.

It wasn't until his stiff body gradually softened that he felt the warmth of the small circle on the back of his waist gently leave a little bit, and then turned the ghost to face him with even more gentle force.

"What kind of truth needs to be buried forever? Is it your unforeseen departure? Or your unspeakable desire?" The little girl's singing is also soft and gentle, clearly pointing to a clear question, but it makes people hear a bit Meant to appease.

Eric just stared devoutly at the little girl's doll-like delicate face: smooth and full forehead, jewel-like crystal clear eyes, plump and pink cheeks and lips, and even a few ragged strands of curly hair behind her ears They are all as clever as the handwriting of God's flash of inspiration.

It wasn't until the back of his hand touched the temperature of Ferry's palm that Eric realized that he had stretched out his palm at some point, and the skinny fingertips at the nearest point were even about to touch the little girl's shiny face, and the closer the two got closer , the contrast between beauty and ugliness, freshness and death makes him feel ashamed.Eric felt that the wound in his heart that had been torn apart by Gustav's fierce push began to ooze blood again.

But unexpectedly, the little girl tilted her head slightly, and Eric felt a smooth and soft touch in his palm—from this moment on, beauty and ugliness were finally truly intimate.

Eric moved his fingers tentatively, while Ferry still stood there calmly, with clear eyes and a tolerant expression.So the ghost traced the delicate outline of the little girl over and over again like a demon, softly and cherishingly.

"Have you ever looked forward to the thunder that was born in the flower core?" The little girl suddenly grabbed the lower front button of his dress and yanked it coquettishly; Eric quickly took advantage of the situation to look at her at the same level - not awkward Instead of bending down and bowing his head, he squatted down on one knee more respectfully, but the expression behind Moribai's mask was dazed for a moment.

"Little Ferry once took root in the fertile soil of your music, greedily sucking the nectar of your thoughts; also devoutly worshiping the scorching sun hanging high in your soul; when the wind of inspiration caressed her young leaves, the buds would quietly lie on her green leaves. branches." Ferry showed triumphant and stubborn eyes, and even his singing became brisk, "I guess, your first favor was the favor given to me by my mother, but am I just 'Christine's daughter', A valuable accessory?"

of course not!Who dares to say that the viscount's daughter, who controls most of the Shani family's finances, is an accessory?What's more, you and Christine are not very similar... Before Eric had time to recall the special attention he had paid to Little Ferry over the years, he had already given the answer firmly in his heart.

Eric stared at Ferry for a long time. He didn't want to find out how much he had heard about this secret little girl, but he suddenly had a strong desire to tell.

Anyway, she doesn't reject you, and she seems even more unwilling to be kept in the dark forever; anyway, you don't have to say it clearly, if Little Ferry guesses the truth, fate will decide whether to approach or stay away!Eric quickly convinced himself.So the generous and tragic singing finally overflowed from between his lips...

"This light born out of ugliness! This fire born out of darkness! My mistakes were completely corrected by you, but he spurned me like everyone else..." Eric confided his feelings to Ferry without reservation. Encountered, maybe he just wanted to hear a few words of gentle comfort from the kind lips of the little girl.

"Bright light naturally hides ugliness, and blazing flames will inevitably tear the darkness. You have to admit that your mutilated and weird body is a strict prison, and you can't ask a child who has never met you to see clearly the prison. Your majestic soul; just like you can't ask a fish to understand the vastness of the sky, or a bird to feel the vastness of the ocean." Ferry moved closer, and she wrapped her arms around Eric's skinny neck, lightly Rubbing the top of Ghost's thinning hair, a slight smile suddenly appeared in his voice, "Fortunately, I'm luckier than Gustav."

"In fact, I hope you know: when you hum the first note to me, the unsatisfactory face will no longer be an obstacle for me to follow you." Ferry lowered his voice again. Many, almost turned into whispers: "To be honest, I don't agree with your desire for mother, but if this is true, little Ferry will be honored, my dear... father." The little girl's thin breath Hitting Eric on the pinna of the ear, the last word dragged on a little bit, immediately revealing the sweetness and softness unique to girls of this age.

The first half of Ferry's words reassured Eric in a way he had never felt before.

Maybe, I still want a promise.Behind Senbai's mask, the ghost showed a smile that is difficult for ordinary people to recognize: Fortunately, I have already got this promise.

As for the second half of the sentence?Ferry's barely tactful words made Eric's face a little hot, but immediately he was fully focused by the last sentence.Ferry felt that after he finished his last word, Eric's body stiffened again for a long time before he began to tremble violently.

A daughter, my daughter.Although Christine had admitted it before, it was not until now that Eric finally suppressed the haze brought by Gustav and felt more real excitement and joy.In fact, he felt that his heart had softened into a hot spring because of that sacred title, and he was still bubbling excitedly.

"Father, father, father..." Although Eric was so excited that he couldn't speak in time, his expression of desire and caution explained everything vividly.Ferry suppressed the slight sourness in his heart, hugged the ghost's trembling body like a leaf falling in the wind, and repeated the most intimate name in his ear over and over again.

"Then, my dear father." After Eric calmed down a little, Ferry's thin voice finally changed, "Please promise to little Ferry that you will not part with her for a long time; at least not willfully Leave without saying goodbye."

Being evaluated as "willful" by his daughter, Eric couldn't help but blush again.But the smile on his face quickly faded away, because his beloved Christine was still Mrs. Shani, and his daughter was named Miss Shani, who lived in Switzerland all the year round; America——As a father, he was unable to make this seemingly simple promise to his daughter.

"Of course, you don't have to be like before, as long as you don't disappear - so I can visit you more in the future." Of course, Ferry will not be willful enough to ask Eric to give up Phantom Paradise and go back with her, or stay in the By the side of his biological father—when Gustav grows up, he might be able to train him to take over, and then slip away to the United States as soon as possible, as long as Eric is still in Coney Island...

As for now?Ferry looked at Eric's face that was about to freeze again, and wisely decided to end this unpleasant topic as soon as possible.

"Anyway, at least during these days, you are willing to relive the good memories of lingering in the ocean of music with me? Of course, it is in your spare time besides doing recovery training for your mother." The little girl rushed to Ai playfully. Rick blinked, "I probably can't make your soul whole; but at least make it alive?"

Eric took a small choke, and now he was sure that the little girl had heard a lot, and Ferry had already started pestering him about the score—not just the music he put on when the Shaneys first came. The one on the piano also includes the one he just gave Christine for recovery training.

This night, when Ferry sneaked back to the hotel, it was already daylight, and Lauer was sleeping soundly, but Christine was already fully dressed and sitting in the living room waiting, and Ferry deduced her from her slightly haggard face. Maybe a sleepless night.

"Mom, are you awake?" For an ordinary ten-year-old Douding, this kind of reaction seems too ordinary, but if it is put on the precocious Ferry, it is not against the harmony.

"Where did you go after being sent back to your room by Aunt Meg last night?" Christine adjusted her sitting posture a little bit, her slightly hoarse voice was very helpful for her to hold on to her majesty as a mother.

"I'll go to that Mr. Y—Miss Fleck, and ask her to guide me to continue to visit Phantom Paradise." Ferry was obviously fearless, and she even deliberately procrastinated when she said "Mr. Y" end sound.Well, Ferry admitted that of course she would not have any outrageous thoughts about her father, but comparing with Christine has probably become a deep-rooted instinct?

"Next time, don't run out casually. The security of Coney Island is not optimistic." Christine looked at Ferry with complicated eyes for a while, and finally sighed.

"Okay, Mom, I'll pay attention." Ferry replied seemingly obediently. She knew that this conversation would end with a not-so-salty exhortation.The little girl walked towards her room lightly, not paying attention to Christine's little movement of letting out a sigh of relief—she always knew that Christine and Raul's excessive doting on herself and her younger brother Gustave was nothing but Whitewash their gradually cooling marriage.Gustav is okay, he will be close to his parents like a real child; and she?Ferry smiled self-deprecatingly: probably due to the common influence of the two lifetimes of Phantom, her own temperament has inadvertently gradually become sober and sharp wrapped in a docile shell. The Shani couple who had a nightmare were terrified.If he hadn't acted decisively and quickly controlled most of the Shani family's finances, now he wouldn't be able to run away, not to mention being rejected, or being left out?

When Ferry returned to his bedroom, he unexpectedly found that Gustav was also awake, sitting on the bed and hugging the quilt in a daze.

"Sister, I saw Mr. Y's face yesterday, and I was so scared that I pushed him down and ran away. But he didn't do anything, and took us to see the strange maze of glass pillars - I seem to have done something wrong, and, Mr. Y must be very sad..." The little boy raised his head when he heard the sound of the doorknob being turned, and said sleepily.

Gustav must have been thinking about this all night, right?Ferry looked at his younger brother in surprise, but his eyes were very relieved: It seems that her tireless brainwashing for so many years is still somewhat effective!

"Mr. Y is indeed very sad." Ferry couldn't help sighing when he thought of Eric's ashesy eyes reflected in the glass pillar when he just turned back, "If you make a mistake, you must make up for it in time. Mom will go to Phantom today." Paradise——when the time comes, shall I go with you to apologize to Mr. Y?"

The author has something to say: ah, I never thought that I would be able to get stuck in □□QAQ. This chapter is a transitional chapter, hey~