[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

Philip was only in Irene's boudoir for a short time before he had to go back the way he came.

"Irene..." The little girl's big light brown eyes gleamed with tears, and even the heavy dancer makeup couldn't hide her pale face and dark blue eyes.

"Christine, my good sister, what made you panic?" Irene quickly restored the half-open window to its original state, and with one arm, she skillfully hugged the girl who stumbled into her arms.

"Irene, I'm scared..." Christine buried her head on Irene's shoulder and sobbed for a while before she gradually calmed down. With a gentle smile.

"Irene, do you know?" Christine stared into Irene's clear eyes, and her voice was filled with heartbreaking melancholy, "I used to think that I was a child who was carefully guarded, sleeping under the wings of angels every night. Go to sleep. But lately...but lately I have gradually discovered that the 'angel' is always watching me, like a devil watching its sad prey. I used to indulge in its fatherly, gentle singing, but the crooning was trying to seduce me Go to hell!" At this point, the poor little girl was trembling and crying.

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"Oh, poor girl, he has made you so emaciated." I was upset, secretly happy, and a little surprised... Irene's voice was too gentle, covering all other emotions, "What made your angel expose Devil's horns? What makes you so eager to escape the wings of Sanctuary?"

"No, that's not the shelter I thought it was at all, it's just greedy snooping, that's just a despicable confinement! Even though it's disguised as an angel, its sinful desires are hidden under its benign whispers! I was blinded by my face, but now I have seen its ferocious appearance through the delicate lines!" Christine seemed extraordinarily excited, but her voice became weaker and weaker, as if she was suppressing something, and seemed to be afraid of something ...Glittering tears had already wet Irene's skirt, but she still refused to reveal half of Hell's Angel's secret to her.

Oh, have you been afraid since then?Irene couldn't help raising the corners of her lips, and she simply winked at Christine and made a mischievous expression: "Although I'm very interested in sharing your secret, you seem to need a warm hug now." Hugs...do I need to tell Meg to spend more time with you at night?"

"No, there's no need... Meg can't understand my fear at all, she just thinks all of this is my nightmare!" Christine shook her head in pain, even her charming big eyes seemed to dim a bit .

Of course, the mechanism of the mentor is so exquisite that no one will believe in those miraculous things unless they experience it for themselves.

"Is that so... If you don't mind, come to me tonight. I hope I can make you no longer afraid, no longer cry." Irene stared at Christine quietly, her green eyes seemed to be graceful In the shallow sea, floating with reassuring gentleness, she had the illusion of seeing her mother in a trance.

"Then, I will bother you at night, Irene." Christine hesitated for a while, and finally drowned in the gentle light.The girl's exquisite head drooped slightly, her slender neck was also bent into a seductive bow, and a faint red glow on the tip of her ears was the unique innocence of a half-grown girl.

Irene patiently chatted with Christine for a while, and helped the delicate little girl get rid of the entanglement of nightmares temporarily.Watching the pure white figure gradually disappear into the corner of the corridor, the corner of Irene's mouth slightly raised a slight arc.

"Click——" a very slight sound, so slight that even the most sensitive blind people can hardly detect it.

"You seem to be scaring your little angel, Mentor." But Irene was clearly not among them.The curvature of the corners of the girl's lips became more pronounced, so that it could be vaguely seen that it seemed to be a joke.

"She shouldn't try to escape the angel's sight." The manic and gloomy voice was the same as before, and nothing unusual could be heard.But in the compartment of a certain wall, Phantom looked at Irene's white-gold mushroom head, which was deviated at an exact angle, and her perennially cold and hard expression could not help but faintly tinged with helplessness—God knows why this little guy always Find him easily every time!

"But children who are half-grown inevitably think that they should fly alone." Irene's smile remained the same, but the gentleness between her brows had long been replaced by indifference, "Of course, Christine's wings are far from full-she obviously can't fly. Leaving your protection and guidance. I think you should not be stingy with understanding, and will continue to give her precious teaching and companionship."

"That's right, the father's child should be forgiven. As long as she sincerely repents, the glory of the Lord will still shine on her heart..." The irony in Irene's eyes and words couldn't be more obvious. But as if he had obtained some kind of comfort, he took up the conversation impatiently. The mellow voice was extremely charming, and the only audience rarely admired it inadvertently.

"Yes, after all, benevolent angels always forgive believers for ignorant sins, and wise teachers never care about students' unintentional offenses... This is really not surprising at all." Sighing lightly, It was as if a tiny pebble was thrown into the ocean and disappeared in the blink of an eye.Phantom looked carefully at the girl's fair face through the hole in the secret door, but only saw the lake green eyes filled with smiles, silent and peaceful.

"However, Christine will sleep peacefully next to my pillow tonight... I really look forward to listening to the teachings with my mentor's good students." Before the phantom could respond, Irene laughed to herself again, that clear The penetrating gaze passed through the hole without hesitation, and seemed to pass through the cold mask, focusing on the face that Phantom had tried so hard to avoid for many years.

Fortunately, Phantom has long been accustomed to being a bad student who does not have a dignified posture at all.In other words, after going through the initial stage of bewilderment, he finally won't run away easily.Moreover, it must be admitted that he has gradually become accustomed to and even somewhat likes such a familiar way of getting along, which seems to bring him a strange and unspeakable feeling, novelty and comfort.

"Little Carol, you'd better choose to hold Christine and sleep obediently!" As soon as the word "Christine" was heard in Phantom Shadow's ears, it seemed that some cruel mechanism had been touched, and the angel panicked. His tearful eyes and trembling body kept circling in his frantic mind, and the menacing threat blurted out before he had time to stay between his lips and teeth soaked in singing.

"If you insist." Irene shrugged, noncommittal.She seems to have gotten used to her mentor's bad temper, and in fact it is true—the phantom always takes pains to pretend to be a benevolent angel in front of Christine, putting on the gentlest mask just to appease that pure white soul, Also take this to light up your gloomy life.But when the real angel sleeps peacefully in the wonderful dreamland he wove by himself, he will inevitably fall into a deeper nightmare again.

Irene was aware of his nightmares, but she was extremely cautious and never tried to touch them, but only endured his anger and the harsh test that followed.And maybe, occasionally, to have fun, trying to tell if the mentor is bothered by a lost inspiration or spoiled by a failed soprano in the opera house.It was only the momentary bleakness in the girl's lake-green eyes, which implicitly declared to people that she might not be as indifferent as she used to show.

"Little Carol, I'm sorry that I was in a bad mood before." The mellow voice was still charming, and Irene couldn't help softening her eyebrows and eyes when she heard it.She thinks that the most successful thing she has done in the past five years is neither earning a place in the opera house; Get used to treating her as an equal.For example, although he still had difficulty restraining his temper, he finally remembered to apologize to her after losing his temper.

Oh, by the way, there is another unexpected surprise - the nickname given to her by her tutor: Little Carol, which means "cheerful and melodious song".Although it is very unpromising, Irene still wants to say: Whenever she thinks that her mentor will teach Christine in a serious manner, but will call her nickname affectionately, she is always very happy.

"It doesn't matter, but in this case, tonight's practice will definitely be delayed?" Maybe she should thank Phantom for being strict, allowing her to turn the perfect control of breath into instinct in just five years, and deeply marrow.So much so that at this moment, the words that were clearly nothing more than ordinary, escaped from her throat like the singing of an elf.

Phantom is actually not used to socializing outside of singing, especially not good at dealing with "difficult" little guys like Irene, but this does not prevent him from keenly capturing the smile in the girl's eyes that he has never tried to hide. Just as Irene was always keenly aware of the direction in which he was hiding.Therefore, his cello-like mellow voice sounded leisurely, inevitably a little doting: "You cunning little thing, don't talk sweet words to me—your mentor has always been fair, and the teachings that should be given to you will never be less One point, you must also strictly complete the exercises you should have. I will discuss with the two managers who manage the theater sincerely and try to coordinate your performance time. You will complete the training and receive teaching in advance today. Maybe you think Unbelievable, but I'll be with you from the time the sun goes out of the middle of the sky until night falls."

"This is such good news, it makes me almost want to cheer. But why don't you be more generous and allow me to share lessons with Christine? Could it be that my singing voice is not as good as hers? Or is it that my singing skills are not as good as hers? Is it still not enough? Why can't I compete with her openly?" Irene's voice was so light that even the darkest person would prefer to take this straightforward question as an ignorant child to the elders. behave in a spoiled manner.

"Cunning little thing, it is undeniable that your skills and singing voice are already better than Christine, but that child will never want to know our secret——she has a temporary fear of me... swear to me you Never frighten a pure angel, never make her more sad and disturbed."

"Well, I swear to you, I will never tell Christine our secret. You will always be her beloved angel of music, and she will always be pure and innocent." Irene replied with some reluctance, but this Instead, it reassures her mentor.However, above the slightly pursed lips, the girl's lake green eyes hinted at a smile.

Oh, what a precious purity, this peculiar endowment inherent in every child, which should have been gradually worn away by time, has been preserved under my careful guardianship in your name.But, my dear teacher, do you know that the purer your angel is, the more he longs to escape from the eternal night you have woven for her?

The author has something to say: Are you surprised by the chapter that was painstakingly produced during the exam break?