[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

The young man named Egmont didn't seem to hear Shani's answer at all. He stared at Enid closely, wanted to move forward, but also hesitated to back away, and said to himself: "No, she Already dead...but..." At the same time, Eric took a step forward with a gloomy face, standing in front of Enid and blocking Egmont's sight.

"I'm afraid you have misunderstood the person." He said bluntly. If Christine saw the sinister face, he would be shocked, and there would be many more scary associations, but fortunately, the innocent girl was behind him at this moment—as if being caught The same Enid he guarded.

In fact, Eric was far less calm than he had shown, and his hands were shaking slightly.Without needing any extra words, almost by instinct, he determined that the person in front of him was connected to the past that Enid had separated, even though he didn't understand that past, and Enid seldom talked about it with him.But Eric still stood in front of her—his behavior was not out of pure desire to protect, although he probably understood how Enid avoided the past she had abandoned by herself, but that was not the main reason.

It was a subconscious annoyance mixed with fear and anger.Eric was surprised to realize that he had at some point developed—or almost possessed—the blond girl, since almost all of Enid's connections in Paris had been based on him for the past few days. , Eric is not panicked yet.But when Egmont, the patrician who represented the past to which Enid belonged, appeared, Eric almost instinctively resented them trying to take her away from him.

Although this possibility is slim, although Enid is destined to be a wanderer.

Realizing the latter, his heart flinched suddenly, filled with a kind of gloomy irritation and ulterior possessiveness.But Eric quickly asked himself to break up this unformed exclusive desire-what he needed was Christine, and it was Christine he wanted to possess and share infinite love, this long-lasting darkness The subconscious desire for exclusive possession of the light formed in life should be restrained, because soon he will have a lover to share the light with.After convincing himself in this way, Eric looked at Egmont's somewhat angry and unwilling eyes again, and his face became more and more gloomy.

"I think this should be a matter between me and my future—that lady," Egmont laughed angrily, with a fierce look on his face, but his body language was very restrained—the man in front of him almost had substance in just a moment Sexual killing intent, even though Egmont is a flamboyant son, he still has an instinctive sense of danger. At this moment, he is just relying on the face of a man to hold on, "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet?"

"Eric." Eric said coldly. Seeing Egmont's eyes, he even looked back, blocked him a little more tightly, and added coldly: "And her name is Enid, just a The wandering female singer must not have the honor of getting acquainted with you."

As soon as he finished saying these words, he felt his elbows sink. Enid had already come out from behind him, took his arm, and greeted Egmont generously: "Hello, Grand Duke?" The tone was friendly, but Obviously strange and questionable.

Egmont's eyes lit up when he heard Eric say the phrase "wandering everywhere", and then he had obvious hesitation when he heard "the female singer".Of course he still remembered a lot about his fiancée, after all, it was only two years ago, and she was indeed an outstanding beauty whom he hadn't been able to kiss.He remembered that Elora often read the geography of different countries, and looked eager (remember this purely because his fiancée was too unusual among the noble women he knew, and Egmont had always been very patient with beauties) ; but he also remembered that Elora couldn't sing... Then, who was the blond girl who caught a glimpse—Egmont's pupils shrank slightly, because he saw the blond girl swaying from behind the man in red. Walking out, holding his arm, looking at him with a kind of strange and friendly eyes.

Egmont's heart skipped a beat, and he became more and more uncertain.He couldn't stop looking at Enid's face, carefully comparing every detail in his vague memory: the brilliant blond hair like seaweed, the calm and sad blue eyes, the white face like porcelain, and the extraordinarily attractive His, distinctive air—yes!Although Enid looks far calmer, gentler and calmer than Elora, their sense of independence from the world is the same.Egmont became more and more sure of his previous guesses, and at the same time he remembered the name Eric—a composer who had recently become famous in Paris, just a little guy.

"Erora," Egmont smiled again, with a hypocritical, slick, secretly dissatisfied expression, he pronounced the name with great certainty, and then sighed artificially, "Why do you want to deceive everyone? ? My dear fiancee."

"But I don't know you?" Enid said in confusion, noticing that both Christine and the viscount looked hesitant and shaken, but the arm that held her was obviously stronger.She smiled apologetically, and at the same time asked Egmont, "Do I look alike to your fiancée?"

"Erora——" Egmont took a step closer, with a hint of danger in his expression, and he said with a strong hint: "So you found the new life you want, huh? I'm cute and naive You little fool, you think you can fool—"

"But I really don't know you." Enid replied calmly, with a slightly troubled look on her face, "I'm just a commoner woman, it's impossible for you to be like...that word is Grand Duke? Yes , what marriage contract does the Grand Duke have, you must have made a mistake."

"Civilian woman?" Egmont asked unbearably, as if he had heard a big joke, his undulating chest showed anger, "What are you kidding? Commoner women have such elegant manners and free speech as you Can a commoner woman learn those tedious grammar? Can a commoner woman--" His questioning stopped abruptly, his eyes lingered on her repeatedly, and at the end he revealed a cold, mocking smile.

"A commoner woman, can she appear in this place wearing such a robe?"

"Erora," he said in a strange, pitiful and frivolous tone, "you finally figured out the world now, huh? You're back to the life you despise the most— You can also do it in a way that is several times more embarrassing than before." There was a bit of regret and a lack of interest in his expression.

"What are you talking about?" Enid frowned. "If you mean the costume, it was prepared for me by my friend Eric—"

"You want me to say it in public?" Egmont stared at her with a strange look, disdainful and regretful, and he said impatiently: "Okay, Elora. You don't want to leave wholeheartedly Is that stagnant upper-class society? So what about now, you hooked up with a little famous composer and got back together after all the hard work? Didn’t you become his mistress?”

This sentence was a shock to everyone, but Egmont was just immersed in his own thoughts and couldn't extricate himself.

Yes, at first he doubted whether Enid was really Arora, because he had seen his dead fiancée lying in a coffin, quiet and beautiful like a white rose.But the matter did not need a satisfactory explanation. Maybe it was a suspended animation, maybe the old man Benar Ward helped his lady escape, who knows?It makes sense to put the matter on Elora. She doesn't like those things in the first place, and it is possible to escape.As long as people think about it, there is always a way.

Egmont likes Elora, maybe because of her beauty, maybe because of her melancholy, maybe because of her uniqueness—this love may be frivolous, maybe it’s based on a marriage contract, maybe it’s just a desire for carnal desire behind it , but Elora is indeed his first love.He had made an effort to understand her, and he was vaguely aware of her pain, but he didn't pay attention.Because Egmont originally liked the melancholy look of the beauty, and he felt that Elora was completely cranky.Women are for "love", not for understanding, he always believed so.Although he was willing to find some poetry collections that Arola liked to please her, he never read them seriously.

He spent so much energy on her, it was only natural that he wanted to sleep with her.Elora will become his wife, as long as she maintains her beauty and elegance, and maintains that noble and silent melancholy, he will continue to be infatuated with her and become a husband who is said to love his wife very much.It's like keeping track of your mistress well-but two years ago, the weak Arora died.Egmont really mourned for her, felt sorry for himself and was not worth it, but he soon married a new wife, and the only regret left for the beauty in his memory was his unaccompanied Fangze.The new wife was not as beautiful as her, so he was naturally not satisfied, so he came to Paris to have fun, but he didn't expect that Elora was still alive and became someone else's mistress.

How ridiculous, thought Egmont.She already had everything, but she wanted to throw it away recklessly, and now she is desperately trying to get it back.He couldn't help feeling sorry for her.He was very happy when he saw her for the first time, because he could fulfill his wish to sleep with her (of course he hid this wish very well, and he still had a handsome face).Girls without the status of a princess can be at his mercy, although he will be gentle and considerate for the good memories, making Elora grateful to him-but when he finds out that Elora is someone else's mistress, everything is different up.

Egmont hated dirty things, especially things that belonged to him but were defiled by others.Now he doesn't want Ai Ruola anymore, Ai Ruola is no longer as good as that dull and ordinary chaste wife in his heart.Egmont was genuinely disgusted by the incident, and at the same time could not help feeling a little pity.Because he was absolutely convinced that Enid was Aurora, he witnessed the demise of his fiancée again—unlike the physical one before, this time the good memories in his heart died together.With the last bit of resignation, he sighed and asked:

"Airola, I really don't understand you, you could have been my wife back then—"

Egmont's words came to an abrupt end here, because Eric's fist had landed on his face, and the composer yelled loudly: "Who gave you the guts to insult|insult her? We are clearly innocent friends!" But when he said this, his heart beat fast.He didn't dare to look at Enid's face, and he forgot that he should be worried about whether Christine would misunderstand at this time.

Egmont staggered back a step, a few strands of golden-brown hair fell down and hung in front of his cheeks.The left side of his face had turned a frightening purple, and he covered it with one hand—as if he wanted to get angry, he wanted to raise the other hand to call for his followers, but in the end he still had a strange feeling. Slowly lowered that hand with a serious, even somewhat genuinely sad expression.He looked at Enid, and said slowly, "Well, it's your own choice—at least I don't have to make things difficult, don't I, that's too out of style."

After saying these words, Egmont looked at Enid with pity, contempt, and regret, recalling the beautiful girl who once surprised him—then turned around and walked away slowly.

The author has something to say: *Egmont is full of real brain supplements.His love for Elora's appearance + youthful memories, and desires (resentment that he didn't sleep on) for Elora.This character should not be so beautiful, with a relatively empty and small soul.Except for the really sad ending.I think everyone should be very clear why Elora doesn't love him anymore.Later, there will be a parallel world episode [In a world without witches, a glimpse of the Phantom who lost Christine and Erora who married Egmont meets by chance], I hope it will be deeper.