[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

1871, Paris Opera House.rooftop.

A rose fell on the snow.

The girl in the red cloak had catkins as white as snow, gently holding the blond man's arm.Viscount Shani is singing with his beloved girl, telling his passionate love and vow of never being separated.

Christine, this is the name of his sweetheart, how beautiful and sweet, when it is uttered softly from his mouth, it seems to affect the whole heart.His sweetheart has a face as delicate as a rose, and those brown eyes can always stir up soft waves in his heart.Christine, Christine.

Boundless darkness fell on Paris at night, and pressed on the young couple who had just made love from all directions.But they only have each other in their eyes, only the watery tenderness.In the snowy night, there are distant bells, and the hustle and bustle of the opera house is so far away at this moment.

Snow fell from the sky.

The hand-in-hand singing between lovers ends in a lingering kiss, and the girl with blushing cheeks whispers to her lover:

"Get your steeds ready, and wait for me at the gate with them."

The blond man responded with a smile: "You will return to my side soon..."

"You will protect and guide me..." The girl's singing gradually became inaudible, and she pushed open the small door on the roof first.The sound of rustling footsteps gradually faded away, and the rooftop finally returned to silence.

No, there is one more person.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to call him a ghost or a phantom, but he is a human being—even if the white mask hides a face as ugly as a ghost.

His name is Eric.The Phantom of the Opera House.

The rose was still lying on the snow.This flower, carefully selected from its countless species, is still so beautiful that even the white snow that rests on it only makes it more beautiful.The clean little thorns on the green rhizome and the lightly tied bow of black ribbon seem to tell the giver's care for it.

But from the moment it was dropped on the ground, the end was sealed.

The black shadow was cast on the rose, and the bright red dyed shadow seemed to reveal some kind of ominous fate.A hand wearing a black leather glove picked it up and slowly brought it to a masked face.

The man in the black cloak has a face that cannot be ignored - the left half is handsome like a god, but the right half is covered by a thin white mask, adding to the mystery of the man.His eyes were green, and there was a faint light in the darkness.That pained and heartbroken look could make an angel cry!Now that eye was on the rose.

"Oh, Christine, Christine..."

"I gave you my music to make you sing...and now how you repay me, cheat and betray me...Of course he will love you when he hears your voice...Kristen... …Kristen…”

In the distance, there seemed to be faint singing of a girl and the Viscount pleading for love.The man was even more unbearable, he picked up the rose, pressed it against his lips and sobbed...

"Say you are willing to share firm love with me, for the rest of your life..."

Christine, my dear Christine!Nine years of companionship can't match the handsome face of the young master. I have sung his sweet words in your dreams thousands of times...

"As long as you say these words, I will be with you forever..."

Christine, my heartless Christine!You have forgotten the vow you made to the angel, and the angel of music will curse you forever and ever!Oh Christine!

"Share with me every day and night..."

Your musical angel is so ugly...God didn't give him even an ordinary face.He is half god and half devil, as if the talent of a genius and the violence of a devil have merged in him... Eric, he is both an angel and a devil! ...Amidst the crying that could not be lowered, the petals of the roses withered one by one, and they withered quickly...

Christine...if I had the same handsome face...if...the impossible hope trembled in his heart, if...he would rather pay any price!

Oh Christine...

The man who had always terrorized the Paris Opera wept softly.

And the witch appeared at this time.

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She made no footsteps.No one knows how she got here, and no one knows why she came.But from the first moment you see her, you're sure it's a witch.

The old woman was hunched over, her short body wrapped in a plain black cloth.The black robe covered her whole body and hung down from the top of her head, just hiding Shift's eyes.The wind and frost of the years covered the whole face, and the wrinkled skin shriveled and cracked.A mean and vicious hooked nose, a toothless mouth with an unexpected bewitching smile.She held a staff in her hand, emitting a black and green light.She's a witch, no doubt about it.

"Ah," the witch said, with a strange and piercing voice, like some kind of metal friction, "do you have a wish to be fulfilled?"

Eric stared at the witch, he felt ominous rising from the bottom of his heart, but the great desire stopped him in place.He faced the witch directly: "That's right."

"I want a handsome face - I'd give anything for it."

The author has something to say: *Magical realism, some content is more jumpy.

*The final work of the Phantom series, the rest can be seen in the column.

*Anli Jiyou: Forgive the flower.The works include "[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Weapon Collector" has been completed, and "My World (Quick Travel)" is being serialized.