[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

"Music angel, guide, patron saint, please bestow on me your glory..." Christine's gifted voice was used to the extreme and tinged with frenzied tremors—the weak-willed brown-haired beauty seemed to be singing again. Bewitched by a ghost.Like an irrational beast, she broke away from the quilt and her sister's warm embrace, just looked up at the white face in the mirror and crawled forward... But before that, Christine's cold fingertips were on her clothes. Under the cover of the sleeve, it quickly passed the little sister's palm, leaving behind a trace scribbled by trembling violently, which means... stay away.

Clearly sinking into a nightmare and unable to break free, but still trying to avoid implicating others, even the deep suffering due to fragility has been tempered into chains that imprison secrets... It is indeed a noble soul, especially for people like me Only the smooth-skinned prisoners are left.

For a moment, the cool waif also wanted to make a wish to guard the angel's purity forever—not out of habitual flattery or shrewd calculation.Irene looked at the trembling back of the brown-haired girl with a complex expression, as if she saw a saint who was about to be martyred—the soul of the saint struggled and trembled between the hands of ghosts and clowns, but the noble brilliance easily cut through the haze , bringing a long-lost burning pain.

Irene suddenly thought of Christine's old friend Betty, the little actress who died unexpectedly not long after she met Christine: she thought of her brilliant blond hair and warm amber eyes, and her burning smile; , I also remembered how despicably I used to rejoice when the flame was extinguished, and how I regretted it half-heartedly and half-falsely—rejoicing that I no longer have to let my soul suffer in that flame, and I don’t have to face its humbleness all the time. The muddy and disgusting original appearance; it is a pity that the flame was extinguished prematurely, so that this pale world unfortunately failed to engrave the most gorgeous stroke.

Now it seems that although the flame is extinguished, it has already colored Christine's pale soul; or, there are thousands of colors in this bustling world, but her soul is too pale and too obsessed with the ghost Weaving illusions, like a conceited blind man, consciously or unconsciously turning a blind eye to the surrounding sensuality?

"What else do you want to hide from me, Christine? You are so sincere, why don't you exchange secrets with me-who is your real mentor?" Christine felt Erin's slender arms pass through her armpit Next, the tight fit of the whole body from top to bottom easily soothed her trembling body; at the same time, the waif's gentle and reserved question quietly invaded the ears of the frightened brown-haired beauty——and the ghost's sternness command for comparison.But in this tenderness, there is another kind of submissive magic.

Christine almost succumbed to that magic power—compared to Meg, she was a sensitive and delicate girl, delicate and innocent, and she was the easiest delicacy on the table of those devils who like to deceive people.This is also the part that Irene, who raised her like this with her own hands, can expect.

But she never expected that the delicate brown-haired beauty would change her previous dependence, and still stubbornly press her lips tightly under her own deliberate inducement, even though her terrified panting was always clearly discernible...

"Irene, listen, just think of it for my sake—if you don't want to make me bear deeper sins, then never try to pry into the secrets of the Hell's Angels—this is also for the sake of your healthy life..." Ke Christine did not look back for those tolerant green eyes, although in countless days and nights captured by nightmares, there had long been her only haven; she heard her clumsy pleading and threats being suppressed Breathless—but she was sure that Irene's sensitive ears would be enough to hear it.The brown-haired beauty whose soul seemed to be taken away by the ghost song just now is still not calm at the moment, but it is so clear that it is shocking.Qingming, and decisive.

Should it be said that it is the pure light that the teacher has been striving for all these years?Letting Christine tremble and break free from her "imprisonment", Irene did not hide her heartfelt sigh.Of course, she had already left the bed first, and she did not forget to take the shoes to Christine’s feet intimately—even though she crazily spurned herself in secret, the gorgeous and glamorous skin had already grown with the chaotic flesh and blood inside her. together.

"Then, for the sake of our sincere friendship and my curiosity, you don't have to appeal to me personally, and don't refuse my inquiring eyes—in exchange, I may tell you my truth An adventure." Irene seriously reflected on whether she had accidentally sent the brown-haired beauty's soul to a place too close to God, but her eyes unconsciously showed a kind of gentler than usual.She took Christine's wrist and walked towards the ghost in the mirror. Her steps were brisk and her expression was so serious that no one could guess what kind of rebellious decision she might make. Student: "What, Christine, my silly girl, do you think you are the only one who has secrets?"

Christine followed Irene close to the mirror in a daze, and the fear of facing the nightmare actually held this unfortunate girl so tightly that she subconsciously chose to believe what the little sister said—then a familiar sense of security immediately came from the two of them. The part where the skin touches spreads.Christine felt that her hands and feet, which were cold from fear, warmed up quickly, just like being lulled to sleep by Irene with songs from the Northland every unbearable night before.And this precious warmth did not recede in the slightest when they were almost one step away from the ghost in the mirror.

"Click——" There was a fine sound in the right time, and Christine saw the ghost slowly walk out of the mirror.She plucked up the courage to take a half step forward, trying to protect Irene behind her, but her body stiffened instinctively the moment she saw the figure in front of her clearly.

Compared with the tall and strong disguise when she first met her, this time Mr. Ghost was too honest—if it wasn’t for the iconic beautiful voice and the white mask, Irene almost thought that the ridiculously thin guy in front of her was a A refugee who just escaped from a famine area!

In fact, although the two girls knew nothing about it, Eric was obviously impressed by Irene's sighs about him bringing Christine's fatal gap.Mr. Ghost stared at the reactions of the two apprentices through the white mask - mainly Irene, and found himself feeling uneasy again for a long time.

"Angel or devil, nightmare or father's heroic spirit? Little Lottie is in a turmoil, embarking on an unknown journey, I hope she has never blindly given her sincerity to anyone!" The little guy's lake green eyes seemed to flash a touch of surprise, and then It turned into a thoughtful look—not a bad reaction; and the brown-haired beauty only cast a nostalgic glance at Irene, and then took the initiative to meet the dark ghost, and her ethereal singing voice was rare. Despite the coldness, it is more similar to the voice of the nightmare.

The lingering brown quietly dripped into the clear lake green, and Irene suddenly realized: Christine is by no means as pure or brave as she imagined, but she just happened to be the sacred light in Christine's heart.

For this brown-haired girl who can see through at a glance, Irene is sure that she is not self-indulgent: Irene is to Christine, just like Christine is to ghosts, she can be relied on with all her heart, and she is willing to protect her with all her strength. The presence.

Thinking of this, Bo Liang's vagrant couldn't help being flattered.And in Irene's mind, a certain idea that had faintly arisen since Christine wrote the scribbled "stay away" with her fingers finally became vivid.

You really aren't a good mentor, neither to Christine nor Erin.Making eye contact with the two apprentices one after another, Mr. Phantom felt very uncomfortable.Especially when he found that the cool green and the warm brown have similar calmness and determination.Although the reasons are different, there is no doubt that they are all inseparable from him.

This situation is really not optimistic!The reborn Mister Phantom gritted his teeth quietly, stretched out a palm wearing a black leather glove towards Christine, paused for a moment, and then... stopped in front of Irene.

Eric admitted that he just wanted to see Irene's aggrieved appearance on a whim; although if it weren't for the ghost's shell that was lucky enough to contain a soul from many years later, Eric at this time would not have been able to detect the clown's layers Real emotions behind makeup.

Finally, don't ask him if it's not safe to ask Irene to keep a secret in the afternoon, and invite angels and elves to visit the paradise of ghosts at night.Facts have proved that a little face damage is nothing in front of an old man who has had enough of emotional ups and downs.

"Thank you for your generosity, Christine's mysterious angel?" However, the look of joy faded from Irene's fair face in just a moment.Although she held Christine with one hand, and put the other hand on the ghost's palm without hesitation, there was a slight bitterness in the lake green eyes no matter how you looked at it.

"Let's go, Christine, that nightmare has haunted you for too long, let's end it once and for all tonight." Ignoring the worried gaze of the brown-haired beauty for the time being, Irene slightly tightened her grip on Christine's hand. Strength, the casually humming melody is not amazing, but the eyes watching the ghost are meaningful, "It is an angel or the heroic spirit of the father. From now on, I will love you with peace of mind. If the devil wants to take your soul, he will also step on it." My corpse."

Eric was keenly aware that his little thing seemed to have undergone an unexpected change just now, and this change was not what he wanted.The only good news is that the green-eyed little girl seems presumptuous, but she still follows the will of her mentor and carefully keeps the secrets of the clown and the angel—even though he wants to tell the whole theater immediately since he found out that he went back in time, Irene. Müller, the green-eyed little beauty is the exclusive possession of the ghost.

"Follow my footsteps, children, if you don't want to ruin your young life on the way to the country of music." Eric's voice deliberately increased the majesty, and Irene knew that this was specifically for Christine Yes—these simple mechanisms at the beginning of the secret passage can't help her, a cunning and bad student.

"Of course, I think we will be the most courteous guests." Irene gently squeezed Christine's slender wrist comfortingly, and responded obediently, looking at the ghost but wondering: When did you Are you willing to frighten the angel who is used to being on the tip of your heart like this?

Eric's face blushed slightly under the mask of white—how could he tell this cunning little thing that the only thing he cared about now was her sly green eyes?Even the institutions left here are masterpieces that he hastily invited her to, but he didn't have time to clean them up in half a day?

Fortunately, Irene was quickly attracted most of the attention by the man's arm-shaped candlesticks on both sides.Mr. Phantom sighed that the young apprentice's mind was sharp and unpredictable, and solemnly played the tune. Wherever the song passed, thick white candles were lit up, winding a splendid and magnificent trajectory in this cold and damp bluestone corridor.Even Christine unconsciously stretched her expression in this strange singing, and even had to try hard to restrain her urge to respond; and Irene, she silently felt the strength of the ghost's five fingers through the glove, An incredible thought gradually came to mind: Teacher is singing for me.