[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

It was a kind of remote splendor.

The singing of the sea and the voice of the angel sounded together, the former is clear and soft yet tactful, while the latter is high-pitched and majestic but cannot conceal its majesty.The two brilliant rays of light reflected each other in each other's spiritual world, and projected on their bewitched faces in this world.

Enid sang softly, and there is a clear and transparent heart hidden in the depths of the ocean, and Eric responded with a painful and frenzied singing like a burning fire, interweaving into a beautiful scene of heaven and earth, majestic yet delicate.Huoshaoyun burned to the distance of the peaceful sea, and the tide in my heart was like surging waves.They wandered hand in hand in the kingdom of music, and entered each other's vast and strange spiritual world—unprecedented amazement, unprecedented joy, and unprecedented satisfaction filled their hearts, and in turn nourished their souls.

They sang hand in hand until the end of the evening, and the last cloud in the west gradually faded, and Eric finally stopped reluctantly.It wasn't that he didn't want to sing day and night, but Enid's singing—at least at this moment, Enid's singing carried too much light, and he sang for the night.When the night invaded, he seemed to become the king of that dark world again, driving endless mighty power, and at the same time breaking the balance in the singing.

They had a tacit understanding and stopped singing just before the night completely fell. Enid's fair face flushed slightly, and she turned her head to smile at him, but Eric sighed softly at this moment.

"What's wrong with you?" Enid asked.As her words fell, candles were lit for the first time in the villa——the magic of the Phantom also continued to the aboveground world, and the complementing candlelight made the villa hazy and mysterious, but Enid just glanced at it. Turning your attention back to Eric, "I thought you were very happy just now."

"That's true." Eric said in a low voice, his voice was as beautiful as a cello, he turned his face, looked at Enid fixedly, and said: "But once I think that all of this is false, I will Can't help but feel sad."

"Why do you think so?" Enid was taken aback at first, and then as smart as she found the reason, she asked softly: "Because the singing is just exchanged, not really my own." ?”

Eric nodded hesitantly, even if it was uncommon, he could also understand the indignity of this sentence.Yet he did want an answer, and his heart was so restlessly longing for truth as it was for frills.He added hastily: "It's not exactly that, I just thought of myself—"

For a second or two, his eyes were empty, as if he was completely immersed in the memories of the past.But soon, Eric raised his right hand and stroked his smooth, complete right face, and said with a wry smile: "All this is like a dream, this is not my appearance, so what right do I have to criticize you?" It’s just that I can’t help but feel sad and scared when I think about the fakeness behind the beauty. Everything is fake, but it looks too real.”

"Eric..." Enid called his name, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but Eric's sudden question interrupted her.He said:

"Enid, how did you have the courage to give up your old life?"

The blond girl was silent for a moment.Eric has always known that Enid has a pair of clear and clear blue eyes, but at this moment her eyes are jumping with almost angry courage, the kind of flames bursting out of depression - her fingers clasped tightly Palm, she said slowly but word by word: "Because I hate, hate with gnashing teeth."

Eric stopped talking, he waited quietly for Enid to speak.And Enid sighed softly.

"People who are captured by dreams are chasing their own bad luck." Enid said, she gradually calmed down, "What I fear most is not how ignorant and ignorant 'they' are, but that one day I will fall into it unconsciously." One member. This kind of fear is almost overwhelming for me. I want to escape, I want to escape from Jieqiao to another place. There is always someone who can understand my voice. Even if I can’t find that place, at least I can escape all the way—I won’t stop.”

She said softly, serenity and gentleness returned to that face, and she had a holy temperament that the painter would use to express with aperture: "They tried to bury us, but they didn't know that we are the seeds."

"And we grow out of the cemetery that others think, with verdant greenery, and then let the wind carry new seeds to farther places." Eric murmured.

Suddenly, he felt that he didn't need Enid's answer to the previous question, because he already had her answer telepathically on his own.The answer was hidden in her words, in her face, and in her eyes—the gentle eyes.

Is this kind of gaze given by the singing?Didn't the soul he saw belong to Enid herself?Eric felt absurdly amused by his previous paranoia, but also couldn't help being moved-for the first time, he felt the attraction from Enid herself rather than the charm of singing.In fact, this attraction has always been there, but he was able to take a good look at Enid herself by stripping off the cloak of singing.She's not a singing machine, she's a human being, someone who can make Eric open his heart voluntarily.Eric felt really calmed down.

Enid's singing is a bridge for her to break with her dark past and escape to another life; while Eric's appearance is another bridge for him to go all out and hope for light and love.Whether it is Enid's singing voice or his appearance, it is just a medium, a bridge chosen by the two of them-the island connecting the world and the soul.

But just how lucky is he?Eric thought.He unexpectedly met a person who could naturally understand his heart without that boundary bridge—but if they hadn't made an exchange, there wouldn't be the current encounter.

Putting the thought aside for a moment, he said to Enid: "Well, I'll have a place to rest for you—wait, don't those damned chains require you to sleep on the hay? "

The author has something to say: *They try to bury us, but they don't know that we are the seeds ourselves - Mexican proverb.