[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

"I," Eric hesitated rarely, he slowly organized his words, looking for the most suitable way to speak.It's not that he doesn't have the desire to confide now, in fact, there are countless emotions in his heart that are surging to break through the dam at this moment.But Eric tried to channel those emotions in the most appropriate way, slowly and deliberately.

This is both because this conversation needs to be taken too seriously for him, and because of...the dark atmosphere mixed with those emotions.He hopes that he can be more sincere when analyzing the soul, and he hopes that he can be better in the eyes of the girl—even though the other party's smile seems to be able to tolerate everything. "I used to be called the Phantom of the Opera."

The human mind is a great treasury, and if it is emptied all at once, the man is ruined.So is Eric.But at this moment, he wants to open this treasure house to another person as much as possible-how sacred and solemn, and how kind and touching.

"Ugly is like a life sentence," Eric said. "My fate began with a cry in the ghetto, and it was a trick of deception at first-the woman who should be called mother gave me a mask. This is her The only thing that was given to me besides life. For a long time, I felt that this thing might be more useful than life.”

"I was sold into a circus and went around with them, showing off my right side to make money for the troupe owner. It was a nightmare time, but I did learn something from it."

There was a cruel smile on his lips, and he quickly covered it: "For example, the method of using the Banga lasso - when I was eleven or twelve years old, I used it to kill my guards and get out. I used a cloth bag Covering my face, I was led by a kind person to hide in the ventilation duct. I kept climbing inside...Then, I found a vast underground lake and a small rocky island in the middle of the lake. It was the Paris Opera House underground, and I made my home there for 15 years."

"In the dark underground world, everything is hidden and uncovered. Even what floats in the air is the smell of darkness. The water droplets gather together along the upside-down sharp stones, Tick-tock fell into the water. The long and eternal silence, except for the bright and brilliant Paris Opera House on the ground, the gorgeous and splendid music faintly came... I was fascinated by this music. I found one after another Secretly, I can spy on this palace on the ground from various corners. I used to be a slave, now I am a prince, and I am wandering in the world of music... Soon, I know that no one in Paris can sing better than I'm better."

"I lived underground for a long time, wrote all kinds of movements, performed all kinds of playing and singing... Music gave me the wings of fantasy, but ugliness bound me in dark corners. My heart The pain was doubled in the dark and boundless underground. Countless times, I completely withdrew from human civilization and came to an almost barbaric situation. Panting, with red eyes, I hit my head against the wall, like a head Howling like a beast... My music is more moving, and honestly, I don't care if it sucks out of my life, I even wish this process was completed sooner. I am half human, half beast, half crazy, and only have music, Love it like crazy and hate it to the bone, at that time, why am I alive?"

"Maybe it's hope, a longing for the light. One day, that little girl came to me. In the prayer room, I heard her sobbing softly thinking of her father, and looking around blankly for her musical angel. Her immature little girl Such a pure face, such a sweet brown eye, such a light of piety—I was immediately struck by her, and hiding behind a wall, I cautiously tried to approach her as a musical angel and sing for her. Christine Believe me, she has since become my apprentice, my salvation, and... my love."

"From that day on, my life began to glow with a different brilliance." Eric said, "My music was infused with tenderness by this love, which in turn nourished my dry and desperate heart-it sprouted and thrived. , growing. My eyes can only see her and everything related to her. I take care of her so carefully, remove obstacles on her growth path, take good care of her, and wait for the day when she blooms. But my Before the lips could kiss this rose, she was picked by another person. The handsome and sentimental Viscount, her childhood playmate. That person took a fancy to my rose...I was furious."

"I desperately brought Christine to my underground world at all costs. I wanted to open all of me to her, including that deep and tragic love. But she lifted my mask... How can she unmask me? Doesn't she know that it is a spell, a retreat, her last talisman? How can she expect me to retain my tenderness and reason after my hopes have been shattered?"

He murmured in a low voice, as if caught in his own emotions, his brows were tightly locked together in pain.

"Why, Christine? I let her go, and I still couldn't see her tears. But she threw herself into the Viscount's arms, and cried to him that in the dark, there was a sad, contemptible beast that wanted looking at her beauty... I thought that in the musical kingdom we had shared all these years—yes, there alone, I wasn't a beast. I was a...prince and her slave. But she Now that I am back on the ground, they are calling me a beast. How can I accept it..."

"The witch appeared, and she asked me what I wanted... I thought in my heart, give me a pass! A pass to the world and love! But my mouth said, please fix my face, no matter what it takes The price... So, she took away most of my singing, and told me that no one in the world can hear this singing, except myself. I lost the last bond between me and Christine, and I changed a The way is desperate. I don't know what fate I face with her, but I get more smiles in the world this day than in the past few decades combined. Am I successful? I am a failure ?Am I born again, or am I dead? Like a ghost, I wander the streets of Paris, singing songs that no one can hear. Then, I met you."

He looked at her fixedly, his lips seemed to let out a sigh.

"So, Enid, am I as dead as you are?"

The author has something to say: * Our heart is a treasure house, if it is emptied all at once, it will go bankrupt.If a person shows all his emotions, it is like spending all his money, and he will not be forgiven. —— Balzac, "Old Man Goriot"