[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

In fact, when he took over Christine from Irene, Eric felt very relieved—he took Christine with him intentionally or unintentionally at first, but he was full of emotions for a while, and wanted to be with the first time in his life. A formal farewell with a rose... maybe also because, looking back, Irene's covert jealousy was lovely?But when Christine rode the black horse he prepared for Irene, Mr. Ghost was a little unhappy; Prepare step by step, starting with the heartwarming chorus, and put Erin into the bowl as soon as possible.

But what is even more troublesome is that the behavior of his former good student is the evidence of his noble character, which is beyond reproach in both emotion and reason.Of course he can bring out the majesty of the teacher, well, at least the cruelty of the devil coercing this pure lamb to keep silent-taking Irene as a pledge.But just listening to little Carol's words of defense to Christine before stepping into the secret passage, Eric knew that this plan was not going to work.

There are only two apprentices, each with a comforting character, which is the proudest thing in a teacher; but it is not so pleasant when this comforting character is in a faint opposition to him.Eric sighed, and with a guilty conscience, he placed the immature body of the 12-year-old girl in his arms on the red shell bed in the middle of the room—before he was reborn, this was indeed prepared for Christine, for After that, he was talked about by Irene so many times.

Christine's brown eyes were tightly closed, and her curly hair of the same color spread out on the bright red mattress like swaying seaweed.It is about the effect of singing at the last moment. The girl's face is still haggard, but her sleeping face is unexpectedly peaceful; the loose hem of the white pajamas perfectly conceals the slightly tough and subtle lines of the little dancer's calves. From a distance, it looks like she is pregnant Among the shells, the snow-greasy pearls form a strange contrast with the statue of an eagle with wings glowing at the end of the bed with a cold metallic light.

But Eric swears, the only person he likes is Irene!Mr. Phantom pulled down the ink-colored curtain embroidered with exquisite patterns, and when he turned his head, he met Irene's lake green eyes. here.At this moment, she was looking eagerly at the magnificent red shell bed, and the way she quietly stretched her neck seemed inexplicably... funny.

"Okay, it's time for her to sleep well, it's good for her." Eric smiled nonchalantly, and took out a box from the hollow candlestick beside the bed with the little guy's "blame who" eyes. The incense was lit, and the nearest small mechanism was turned on, and the elegant smoke passed through the bed curtain with the warm breeze.Apparently, the lucky ones who sleep peacefully in the veil will get a good night's sleep.

"Are you sure..." Irene replied reflexively, but soon she consciously silenced—even though the ghost in front of her hadn't taken off her mask, the turbulent emotion in her eyes couldn't be blocked even by the white face.

Far above expectations, unreasonable - but absolutely touching.When talking to the mentor through the high wall, Irene frowned at this.But at this moment, she chose to remain silent.A small snow-white hand hesitantly stretched out in front of the ghost. He saw an unusual smile rising from Irene's clear green eyes, and heard the little guy ask briskly: "What about me? What is the plot you designed for me?" What?"

It's to stay, it's a confession, it's the only game between me and this damn fate that predicts the ending.Eric answered piously in his heart, but on the surface he led his bad student to the black piano piled with waste paper and unfinished plaster statues, and then sat down—though he wanted to appear polite. Polite, but hard not to seem close and casual when alone with Erin.

Irene stood obediently behind Eric, silently putting away the black gloves that the instructor had taken off.The skinny and sallow fingers resting on the clean and neat keys, the players may have become accustomed to it and remain calm, but Irene can't help but feel sorry for it.Then, she heard a short syllable from the tutor's mouth: "Listen."

Christine once challenged her former mentor with singing. Although Irene felt a little guilty at that time, it did not shake her mind.At this moment, before the ghost sang, there was only a tender prelude, and Irene had already heard the sound of her heart collapsing, if she hadn't happened to see the model of the Paris Opera House on the table in a blink of an eye—in that model, the curtain had already On the raised stage stood a brown-haired girl in a gorgeous gauze dress.

"Wait, tutor!" Irene endured a strong sense of guilt and called to stop the tutor's affectionate performance. Her small snow-white hand pressed down the back of the ghost's veined hand, and several adjacent keys immediately gave out an overwhelmed sound. murmur.Eric sighed and motioned for Erin to explain with his eyes.

In fact, for Irene, this is the first time she has met her mentor. No matter how smart she is, it is difficult to understand Eric's meaning through the mask.However, the little girl took the risk of offending the instructor and destroyed the music carefully prepared by the ghost, not for the sake of silence.

"You know, I've never had much resistance to your overtures—even worse than Christine." Irene glanced in the direction of the red shell bed from afar, took a deep breath, and finally said He said in his heart all the way, "I don't want to make you regret in the future, and I don't want to be a sad substitute for Christine." In the last sentence, the little guy's voice was steady, but the platinum mushroom head seemed a little depressed.

"I'm really surprised, is this what you've been worrying about for a long time?" Eric once again despised his former self from the bottom of his heart, but let out a helpless and doting sigh, "Then I have to say, you're afraid What was wrong—Christine was never the only one for me. In fact, you are my irreplaceable—every time I try to teach her the secret of singing, your free singing voice echoes in my heart all the time. "

"If you order me, I can sing for you at any time." Irene froze for a moment, looking even more aggrieved—but still unmoved.In her opinion, the mentor's words were much clumsier than his singing.

"No, Irene, I can arrange Christine's fate, but I can't predict when you will turn your back on me." Eric wrapped the palm of the young apprentice Bai Nen into his palm with his backhand, revealing behind the white mask. Half-truth and half-false loneliness, "As you said, you always dance in the prosperity of the world with ease, and all I can embrace is the endless loneliness."

Because of the weavers?Or is it some other dark secret of mine?The ghost's acting skills are really not very good, but Irene has no time to tell the truth from the fake.She thought of the words that seemed to have insight into everything before the mentor appeared, and she only felt that the palm of her hand was sore from the heat from the ghost.

"But haven't you been honest with me?" Irene muttered in a low voice, making the last struggle, "You have even pryed out my secret first..."

"That's my fault." Eric immediately took over the conversation, making up his mind not to give the prey who was about to fall into the trap a moment of respite—he turned completely sideways, and tenderly bit Irene's thin skin with his free hand. shoulder, and the other hand, with only a slight change of angle, slowly approached the white mask with the warmth of the palm.

"So, we all have to right our mistakes—starting with me." Who can resist the deliberate temptation of The Phantom of the Opera?In particular, this temptation was so sincere that it was shocking.A thought flashed through Irene's mind, and a cold touch came from her fingertips.It is cold, but the texture is delicate, which shows the master's care for this veil.Irene hesitated for a moment, and miraculously saw the meaning of encouragement in the pair of light-colored pupils behind the mask.

"I'll give you one last chance to regret it!" The white fingers just tentatively added a little strength, but unexpectedly the seemingly solid white barrier would peel off, and Irene subconsciously opened her palm to fix the crooked mask On the man's face, he took a deep breath, and his soft voice trembled slightly due to nervousness or shyness, "You know, I've never had anything to do with purity, and I'm not as always as you imagine when dealing with people." It's easy to handle..."

"I don't need this opportunity, and neither do you." Eric gave a soft "hiss" in pain, interrupted Irene's words domineeringly, and grabbed her fingers slightly.Irene has a thousand and ten thousand skills to get rid of the coercion, but she took her fingers away from the mask with this negligible strength; The tone of his voice was almost sighing, "You have nagged me so much, and you still expect me to treat you as a secular elf?"

I thought you had never listened carefully... Seeing that terrifying face for the first time, Irene couldn't say that she didn't feel the slightest tremor in her heart, but a bad student who had already prepared herself was calmer than a little dancer whose dreams had already collapsed many.What's more, the eyes were so kind and calm, that Irene felt that any untimely reaction would be a sin.As for Eric, he stared fixedly at those clear green eyes, watching her eyes turn from turbulent to calm in an instant, only then did he realize that the palm of his hand holding the little apprentice was covered with sweat.

"Fortunately, I have never worshiped you as a god or an angel." Irene replied softly, ignoring the teacher's rare uneasiness thoughtfully—this relieved her from some inexplicable shyness.Eric indulged and let the little girl boldly stretch out her hand to caress her weird cheek again. Following the trajectory of her white fingertips, her gifted good voice finally continued the melodious love song: "The deeper the night, the deeper the feeling , the night diffuses and awakens the imagination..."

Irene's memory was interrupted by trying her best to echo the mentor's singing.Apparently, as she did to Christine, Eric did to her.Irene shook her head, and when she lowered her head, she saw the lively owl at the end of the bed.The little girl looked back at the shell-shaped ripples on the head of the bed that she was thinking about, and she was in a good mood immediately, and decided to hand over the weaver as a dowry when Eric came back.

Unfortunately, not long after, a familiar scream came from afar. Judging from the pitch, it must be the potential soprano who left the stage last night.Well, how can you believe that Christine won't be spooked by friendly ghosts again.The green-eyed little girl sighed maturely, skillfully put on a gentle sister-like smile, and took a shortcut to appease Christine.

(End of the article)

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