[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

"Well, I swear to you, I will never tell Christine our secret. You will always be her beloved music angel, and she will always be pure and worry-free." The long-lost narrow vision made the man hiding in the interlayer of the wall He was not used to it, but he still easily caught the fleeting emotion in the girl's eyes, which was bitterness that was extremely disproportionate to her usual light tone.But at the beginning, I almost didn't care about it.

Eric stared blankly at the young apprentice through the hole in the secret door, and suddenly hated his understanding of Irene in too much detail. Originating from the other side of time and space, a lonely soul's endless pursuit of a young lover.

"Mentor?" Eric was hastily brought back to his thoughts by the little apprentice's slightly doubtful voice.He was about to say something to make up for his too long silence, but he saw that the corners of Irene's lips were slightly raised, like the prelude to a smile, but the eyes caressed by the sun clearly hid a sigh, "Don't worry, my dear angel , when the lost lamb can't bear the cruel scorching of the daylight, you can use the sweet spring of music to lead her back to your kingdom of God, although I don't want to see that pure soul crawling under your seat again." The words are straightforward. Just like the beginning of memory, it makes people unable to distinguish the boundary between comfort and irony.

"The lost lamb will return at last, but where will you cunning elf go?" Compared with all the disturbing twists and turns afterwards, the memory of Irene before she left the opera house is too far away and too far away. It’s dull, as a lucky soul who traveled upstream in the long river of time, Eric has difficulty recalling how he got along with Irene who was only an apprentice years ago, but he still firmly remembers that Irene invites Kerry Not long after Si Ting slept together, she appeared to meet Irene as if in a daze, which was the beginning of...the two kept missing.In the end, the man hiding in the interlayer of the wall tried his best to hold the instructor's majesty and questioned, but his tone was as gentle as if he was afraid to scare away the flying insects living in the corner of the house.

What a rare tenderness, can this be regarded as compassion before the execution of the ghost?Can I count on clemency now that I'm giving out all the weavers?Irene thought bitterly, but her face honestly lost all color.She felt a long-lost embarrassment, but she had to admit that there was a gleam of joy hidden under the embarrassment, because the ghost pretending to be an angel paid more attention to her than expected-although Irene often felt sorry for her subordinates who had begun to take shape. The waifs organized themselves in fear, but never thought that their mentor might already know all their secrets.The violent impact caused the girl's sharp mind to temporarily stop, so that she couldn't hear the abnormal caution in the teacher's words.

"Elf?" Eric heard the little apprentice's voice rising slightly, and then he remembered that he often talked about the pure white angel, but he never confessed his feelings to this bad student.Thinking about it now, it was probably because those green eyes were too clear-headed from beginning to end, even if he was willing to cooperate, he was subconsciously ashamed to speak.

"Thank you for your praise, but unfortunately, I can only be a bad student." It is undeniable that Irene was surprised for a moment by the teacher's slip of the tongue, but the subsequent sense of resistance even temporarily overwhelmed the secret exposure. Annoyance: Just as she refuses to be the Phantom's undignified prey or Christine's replacement, Irene also never wants the Phantom to regard herself as an ideal reflection-the latter seems to be much more comfortable than the former, but it is very difficult. Difficult to maintain.Moreover, in Irene's eyes, that was obviously not the equal and true love she expected.

"If your eyes are indeed as keen as the gods, you should know that elves do not struggle and race in the mud of the world-and I, unfortunately, I was born to wade in the mud, and maybe someday I will be honored, but He is a more glamorous prisoner, and he will never escape this secular cage that you disdain." Irene kept a stiff posture of sitting sideways, but was surprised to hear her almost indifferent voice, indifferent and tired, just As if this is not a weak sophistry of a traitor, but the ultimatum of a righteous man who is about to rise up to give alms to the domineering ruler.

Irene's reaction caught the man hiding in the interlayer of the wall by surprise.Eric didn't doubt the little apprentice's respect for him, but when he saw through the hole the sudden condensation of ice in those green eyes, a faint sense of absurdity still emerged—Eric knew that the child There was never a lack of edges and corners in his heart. Even so, he was sure that little Carol had never shown a similar look in front of him at this time.

"Of course, you can continue to show grace to that angel as much as you want. After all, I have promised you that I will try my best to keep her pure and free from dust." When she said this, the ice in the little girl's eyes seemed to freeze It became even thicker, but the man who was peeping from behind the secret door was relieved instead.

"As a matter of fact, I would neither pretend to be a god nor resemble a devil. My dear little Carol, you know that I am the cowardly criminal, don't you? The more gorgeous the plumage, the heavier it is The torture shackles, and this shackles can only be temporarily removed when you get along with you..." Eric paused, softened his tone skillfully, and habitually put on the face that no one could see for the time being. Irene was the only one who could accurately discern the downcast expression, "But you cruel little thing, are you now unwilling to give me alms to a poor man who is walking in shackles even for a moment of happiness?"

The voice that came into my ears was still familiar and pleasant, but the tone was strangely unfamiliar.The instructor is... acting like a baby?Irene strangled this absurd idea within half a second, and began to feel particularly worried about the mentor's abnormality.The protagonist of the previous topic, Christine, flashed through her mind for the first time.But... It wasn't a day or two since Christine showed fear towards her mentor. Apart from the violent storm when the mentor angered her at the beginning, she didn't see any special reaction?

"Of course not, my dear mentor. When we get together, may your soul breathe freely, and I will temporarily forget the worldly troubles... Aren't we tacit?" Irene still seemed to be dealing with it appropriately, but Eric clearly In vain, he could see the daze in the little girl's eyes - this is very rare for that cunning little thing.Eric thought, and finally began to consider whether his changes had gone too far.

But he didn't want to wait any longer, and he didn't dare to wait any longer.Eric once again thought of his little apprentice's escape not long ago, and suddenly felt that the conversation at this time was boring; so that Irene, who found out that he had "walked away", was uneasy for a long time, and began to wonder if he had offended the mentor somewhere .

When Christine sat up from the bed in tears, Irene had just tucked the quilt for her, and was humming a lullaby from the far north - at some point, a more mellow voice sneaked into the small room. Although the gentle whispers of the sisters are full of more generous enthusiasm and gentleness, it is a nightmare that she can never escape—the pure angel does not know the secrets of clowns and ghosts.Half-dream and half-awake, the familiar suffocation came with the ghostly singing, it seemed that the next moment it would completely devour her weak soul, so that she didn't realize the natural tacit understanding between the two voices, one high and one low.

In fact, compared to angels—let's still call that unknown existence "angels".The innocent little beauty is more worried about his attitude towards his little sister Irene than the persecution and control of the music angel that suffocates her day by day.Not only because the mentor has never shown his deeds in front of outsiders, but also because as one of Irene's few listeners, Christine is too aware of the magical power of the little sister's singing.She even began to regret always asking Irene to sing for herself - she clearly knew that the angel's eyes and ears are everywhere!

"Angel, I heard you, please speak, I will listen, please accompany me, guide me. Angel, my soul is so cowardly, forgive me, you are finally here, mentor..." The brown-haired girl clenched tightly The quilt, subconsciously turned sideways to seek Irene's embrace, but stopped abruptly, and only cast a comforting glance at the little sister, then turned his bloodless face to the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror on the side of the bedroom, and squeezed out a little Come on with a flattering smile.

Irene could hear the trembling that could not be concealed in the little girl's ethereal singing voice. She did not deny that she felt a little bit of pleasure in her heart, and it was rare to be mixed with a little guilt, but she was still more puzzled—is the brown-haired beauty the first? It was not the first time that the tutor hummed quietly in her room to lull Christine to sleep, but before that, he could always come and go quietly, never letting his little angel notice .And tonight?She didn't believe that the mentor didn't know that Christine was still asleep, and she didn't believe that it was just an unintentional mistake that he suddenly turned against the guest in the harmony...

So, what are you thinking, my dear mentor?

Irene immediately pressed Christine's pale face into her arms, and ran her warm palms along the little girl's slender back. At this moment, her bright lips and teeth were cautiously silent, only using a pair of His clear green eyes stared straight at the floor-to-ceiling mirror on one side of the room——Ghost's little tricks could easily make his good student Christine dizzy, but he was never able to hide the fact that he had a keen sense of hearing and was also good at playing tricks. The bad student Erin.

Fortunately, Eric didn't intend to hide it this time.He fixed his eyes on the long-lost white-gold mushroom head, and could easily imagine the little guy's subtle expression of surprise under the light-colored fringe; but Christine, who wished to embed herself in Irene's arms, also Inevitably occupied part of his line of sight.

Look at the stupid things you did!Eric stared at the back of the trembling head in annoyance, and slapped himself hard in the bottom of his heart.Eric swore that when he faced that innocent brown-haired girl again, he no longer had any unreasonable thoughts in his heart; It will disturb the little girl's sleep when she doesn't want to reveal her whereabouts.

"You flattering child, you should know why I hide in the shadows, look at your face in the mirror, I'm in the mirror!" It didn't take long for Eric to decide to receive Christine, the planner, together. outside visitors.He turned the mechanism at hand, and the ghost bust wearing the white mask was projected onto the half of the mirror, which happened to be heavy on the reflections of the two girls in the mirror; at the same time, the majestic male voice finally It rang again, but only from behind the floor-to-ceiling mirror—this time, it sounded like the Phantom of the Opera.

The author has something to say: Well, it’s too short and I always feel guilty, so I added a paragraph. The three-dimensional matter is not expected to be resolved in the short term, but Ben’s love for Tongzi will never go out 2333, but it’s a side story, no Is Flying Flying still called Fanwai? Hahaha!