[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

Christine woke up again after a coma, and found that Raul had left Paris with her. She knew it was to avoid Eric, but she never thought that she would not set foot in Paris again until 20 years later. land.

A large-scale art exchange ceremony became an opportunity for her to come back. As a well-known and hard-to-find soprano singer in Europe, Christine was invited to sing for the opening ceremony.

Since the opening was in Paris, Christine hesitated for a while before agreeing. It was her husband Raul who encouraged her in time and told her: "Go if you want, I also want Paris very much. married."

Paris is the place where Christine became famous, but for many years, the couple had a tacit understanding of the experience after their reunion, because it was not a very sweet memory, but the gloomy horror of the Phantom of the Opera Being powerful and incomparable left a deep shadow in the hearts of the two of them.

It is also because of this that when the talented composer and singer Eric was born in Paris and quickly became popular in Europe in a short period of time, neither Raul nor Christine took this popular, The pin-up talent and the Phantom of the Opera linked.

They never expected that the phantom that hides in the dark and damp underground labyrinth and never dares to expose itself to others will one day walk on the public stage, walk in the sun, and win the attention of everyone and endless cheers.

In this changing era, Paris has certainly changed a lot after 20 years.And when Christine was invited into the rehearsal hall by the workers who organized the meeting and saw the nine-story crystal chandelier above the stage, she suddenly realized that she had walked into the original People's Opera House—the place where she became famous, and also Where she met the two most important men in her life.

Compared with the past, the area of ​​People's Opera House has more than doubled, adding eight performance halls. The scale of actors and singers and the number of performances have ranked first among Parisian theaters for several consecutive years.

Today is not what it used to be.

After receiving the news that Kristen agreed to participate, the organizer thoughtfully sent her the new song she requested to sing in advance, so Kristen was already very familiar with this song during the trip, and now she just needs to talk to the orchestra and dancers. Run in.

A new musical was being rehearsed on the stage when she walked to the stage surrounded by a crowd.In the middle of the rehearsal, a person sitting in the first row under the stage suddenly called a stop. This person walked on the stage, and all the actors quickly gathered around him to listen to his explanation and opinions. Two of them were criticized by his name. The actor immediately turned pale and tried to hold back tears, which shows the harshness of his words.

"That's Mr. Eric. You left Paris on the same day as he came. I'm not sure if you know him," the young worker in charge of guiding explained to Christine with a smile, "Eric Mr. is the special chief consultant for the opening ceremony. The musical that is being rehearsed now is also produced by him. It is said that it will combine dance movements and singing to the extreme. Brand-new lighting and scenery technology will be used on the stage to create an immersive experience. It is said that for this reason, Mr. Eric also invited his good friend, Mr. Grenoye, to specially produce more than [-] perfumes for the musical, in order to obtain the most suitable and pleasant enjoyment in terms of smell. "

This young worker is very dedicated, knowing that the viscountess in front of her has not returned to Paris for 20 years and does not understand the situation, so she tries to pour out all the information she knows.

But Christine didn't listen much*, her focus was on the man surrounded by a group of young actors.

That person's voice was deep, thick and magnetic, and his voice sounded so familiar. When he pointed to the actors with the music score and sang and demonstrated by himself, Christine's heartbeat seemed to stop suddenly, and she was short of breath, feeling I can almost be sure that the person standing on the stage is Eric!

Who else in the world is more familiar with his voice than her, that singing voice that is as broad and boundless as the sea, as gentle and inclusive as the sea but so powerful and beautiful, who else can utter it except Eric?

Christine approached the stage step by step, she looked up at the man on the stage, and looked at him without blinking.

Two beams of light were shining on this man. His figure was tall but not thin, and he was dressed in an ordinary black woolen trench coat with great temperament. Posture looks a lot like Eric.But the closer she got, the more Christine couldn't believe it, because she could see half of the man's side face, clearly not wearing a mask, and his skin was smooth and intact, without any disfigurement.

Sure enough, it's not Eric...

Christine sighed softly in her heart, a little disappointed, but also a little inexplicably happy.

At this moment, the worker next to her who had been explaining had a few words with the people sitting in the first row, and soon someone shouted to the stage: "Mr. Eric, Christine Law Ms. Er has arrived, do you want Madam to rehearse her song first?"

"Wait a minute." The man on the stage said lightly, without even turning his head, he only made a gesture of waiting, and then continued to guide the group of actors.

However, he obviously speeded up his speech consciously, and he finished speaking in a short while.

"Which one is Mrs. Christian Lauer?" After the actors dispersed, he turned over another page of the thick score in his hand, then turned and asked the audience.

"It's me, Mr. Eric," Christine stepped forward, smiling and holding up her skirt to salute, "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, I'm Christine Lauer."

When the man turned around completely, Christine saw his face clearly, a middle-aged but still handsome face, the mature charm added by the years made this most famous musician even more charming, but he Under the handsome black trench coat—the big red Santa Claus sweater and the matching elk scarf seemed a bit abrupt and ridiculous.Of course, it is also understandable that many artists in Paris have some eccentricities. Maybe this Mr. Eric is particularly fond of the coming Christmas?

But to Christine's surprise, after she held up her skirt and saluted friendlyly, the man on the stage did not respond for a long time. His expression seemed to be blank for two seconds, and then he walked down the stage.

"Kristen?" The low and gentle voice made Christine feel dazed for a while, as if she had returned to the dark and damp underground labyrinth 20 years ago. An unexpected smile: "Oh... Christine, this is not the first time we have met, it is nice to see you again, welcome back to Paris."

"So you know each other..." the young worker murmured in a low voice, and then consciously hid in a corner.

Christine could hardly believe her ears.

"Are you... Eric?" Christine moved forward unconsciously, barely reaching out to touch the man's face in front of him.

"Daddy!" A crisp childish voice interrupted the conversation between the two at an inappropriate time. Christine lowered her head slightly and saw a cute little girl with curly brown hair and chubby baby fat pulling Eric's The corner of the windbreaker said excitedly: "Daddy, this place is so big! Who is this beautiful aunt?"

"Claire... who brought you here, this is the rehearsal hall, and no one is allowed to come in." Christine watched Eric bend over and hug this cute little girl, with helplessness on his face.Christine was very familiar with this expression. When her and Raul's children were young, Raul was often helpless because of the children's naughtiness. At this time, he would show this similar expression.

But Christine never thought that Eric would do the same.

When Christine was surprised, the eyes of the little girl hugged by Eric suddenly turned red, and she was about to cry: "Daddy said I was an irrelevant person, woo woo, woo woo... Claire is not, Not an irrelevant person!"

"Oh, that's enough, shut up Claire!" Eric rubbed the center of his brows rarely, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that none of the staff sitting in the audience came up to help, and they all took the opportunity to secretly watch his jokes.So he had no choice but to put a straight face on the youngest daughter, and coldly warned: "If you cry again, I will throw you out!"

"Hi, hiccup..." Claire stopped crying in shock, hiccupped instead, and looked at her dear daddy innocently, expressing that hiccups were beyond her control, and she was helpless , so please don't throw yourself out.

Apparently Eric didn't plan to argue with his little daughter any more, and instead raised his voice and shouted: "Susan and Derek, get out!" With an excellent sound refraction system, this menacing sentence resounded throughout the rehearsal hall.

Two young and tall boys and girls appeared at the door of the rehearsal hall, the girl stuck out her tongue and smiled innocently: "Dad, I just want to check, are you wearing the sweater and scarf I knitted for you as I asked you to do? "

Uh... Christine was a little dazed. In fact, all the staff present were secretly looking at Mr. Eric's miraculous attire today. That handsome black woolen windbreaker was covered with a big red sweater, and there was also a scarf hanging around his neck. The red scarf is simply a strange taste that cannot be agreed with.

But...if this is woven by Mr. Eric's daughter, then the strange taste will become full of family affection. Mr. Eric is the most down-to-earth dress today!Many actresses and female workers who watched the theater felt that today they have to look at this vicious chief consultant with admiration, he is a good father!

"Cough cough," Derek, a young boy on the other side, coughed lightly twice, brushing up his presence and finding the best excuse for himself, "Mom came back from England today and arrived at Central Station at two o'clock."

"Two o'clock?!" Eric was stunned, the lights in the rehearsal hall were dim, and he couldn't tell the difference between day and night: "Now it's..."

"45:[-]!" The three children reminded their father in unison.

"Oh damn! I have to pick up Jane, I promised her a long time ago. Oops, it's almost too late..." Christine heard Eric mutter a few words angrily, put on his hat in a hurry, and pulled the second consultant to ask After a few sentences, he turned his head and gave her an apologetic look, and then rushed out of the gate quickly like a gust of wind, holding his little daughter in his arms.

The girl named Susan, together with her younger brother Derek, looked at Christine meaningfully, and then left one after another.

Christine didn't know what their eyes meant, but she saw some actresses raised their faces and began to look forward dreamily: "Mr. Eric is such a good man, I really wish I was Jane Austen, and I could marry Such a good man can still publish such a great novel before he gets married! If I were Jane, Mr. Eric wouldn't scold me when I couldn't move, would he?"

Oh, who knows, Eric has always been extraordinarily strict and dedicated to professional matters, but maybe he really won't, because he is always very gentle and patient with the people he likes.

Someone was urging Christine to rehearse on stage. She glanced back at the half-open door. Just now Eric ran out from here with the baby in his arms. Looking back now, Christine felt very unreal. She didn't even I thought it was Eric I saw.

The Eric who loved and obsessed with him crazily, and even ruined the whole of Paris for it, is indeed gone now.

He would wear the ridiculous sweater knitted for him by his children, and rush off to make a promise to his wife, but he would not keep his eyes on himself for a while because he hadn't seen him for many years. He was still the talented Eric, but Eric, who is no longer Kristen.

My Eric is dead.

——Kristen thought so melancholy the moment she took the stage to sing.