[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

The cemetery is silent.

Fog is cold, but the heart is cold.The ethereal singing seems to be fading away with the wind, although it is far away, it can be faintly heard.Enid was wearing a long black cloak, standing in the cold wind, listening silently, her heart throbbing with pain.

Christine is singing affectionately, her face is sad and hesitant, her expression is melancholy and moving.How majestic the power of the call is, how thirsty the soul is.She is a pool of water, the depths of which are infused with deep and moving emotions, so it naturally becomes choppy.

"How many years have I held back my tears, why can't the past go away?"

"Looking forward to your reappearance here, knowing we must say goodbye."

"Try to forgive, teach me to live, give me the courage to try—"

"No longer indulging in memories, no longer crying silently. No longer secretly regretting the past years."

"Help me bid farewell to the past..."

"Help me bid farewell to the past...forever!"

Suddenly she fell down in front of a tombstone with a dazed expression, and soon burst into tears again.She didn't seem to understand what she just sang. All these years, she couldn't fully understand what a ghostly singing voice was buried under her angelic pure face!She sang, she was intoxicated, but afterwards she wondered in a blank space whether it was she who sang it - or that the human soul and superficial thoughts do not use the same body, what is she singing about!

"Father... Mentor..." Cristiano cried, touching the black and white photo on the tombstone with infinite attachment, "Father, help me!" She seemed to be the last touch of snow before the sun came, and death was here In front of the tombstone.

She heard the sound of a violin in the distance.

At first Christine thought it was a hallucination—the voice was such a soft sigh, so infinitely loving, and so familiar.Isn't this already buried in the grave with his father?Was it played by the violin that nourished her childhood!Christine got up in panic, not knowing whether what she saw was a miracle or a ghost.But in the end she listened to the voice of her heart, knelt down in front of the tombstone again, and cried, "Father! If your ghost really returns, please tell me what to do!"

At this moment, she seems to be completely bewitched by the atmosphere of this place, and she has forgotten the reason why she came here-her lover does not trust her friend Eric, which makes her feel very painful.Her heart, her whole soul was completely opened to an unimaginable level when facing the ghost like her father, and she brought into the sunlight the thoughts she never dared to dig deeply: "Father! I can't help but I'm obsessed with the Phantom of the Opera, and I can't help but love Eric... Are they really a pair of brothers? A scam? Or did you send a miracle later!"

She had no Viscount Charney in her most thorough confession.

The sound of the piano sounded again, and it was clearer, like a ghost returning from a long journey.Christine wept with joy as she cried out, "Father—Father—my first and eternal teacher of my soul, Father!"

When she heard the sound of the piano, she was sobbing and painful as if she was self-condemning, and at other times, it was violent and stormy, as if it was extremely painful, and at other times, it was as bright and brilliant as an angel's carol.Christine was struck by the shuddering music!She was dominated by their melodies, she was lost and unable to feel... She fell to her knees on the ground as if collapsed, as if she had also experienced such violent ups and downs.She vaguely felt her father's mood, but she couldn't hear his voice clearly.If only someone had come to help her, if only a pair of arms had embraced her at this moment—Christen thought, and she seemed to hear a low sigh.It was as if a feather-light, translucent hand touched her forehead, and she felt as comfortable as soaking in warm hot water, and immediately forgot all her fatigue.With infinite attachment and trust, she softly called: "Father."

At the moment when her soul was lifted up into the air, confused, vast, and quiet, she felt that all she could perceive with her vision were various halos.All senses were gently weakened, and then she heard a voice, a very gentle and familiar voice that almost made her cry, but she couldn't remember who it belonged to, saying:

"Christine, my dearest Christine, I'm so sorry."

The voice paused, and continued to speak with a singing rhythm: "The real angel of music has arrived, and the ugly devil will definitely show his original shape. I sent him to your side, with the most perfect and purest image... Christine, believe in your father, believe in miracles. Remember to believe."

"Believe..." Christine repeated blankly, big tears streaming from her eyes, "Father, can't you see me? Father?"

"Kristen..." The gentle and deep male voice called her name, and gradually receded, "Remember to believe."

"I will, Father." Christine murmured, with strength surging in her heart like a newborn.

The last layer of window paper is now torn.It turned out to be like this, it turned out to be like this!Christine thought with a kind of ecstasy and panic that she didn't understand: So Eric is the angel of music, and the Phantom of the Opera is a lie that traps her!It was nothing more than a devil pretending to be an angel, a complete liar.Eric, Eric, the music angel Eric... She was gasping for breath, not knowing why she felt the burst of heartache when she was denying the devil.

The fog dissipated at some point, and the sun filled the entire cemetery.Christine stood up from the ground, she was still on the verge of a dangerous state of excitement, her face was flushed, her eyes were bright, but her mind was dizzy, unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy.At this moment, she saw another figure appearing on the edge of the cemetery, and she couldn't help smiling from the bottom of her heart.

The handsome and silent composer seemed surprised for a moment when he saw her, and soon showed a gentle smile.Eric walked like her in the sun, and his bright image was like a real angel.He asked her, "Christine, are you here to visit old people too?"

The author has something to say: *"The ugly devil will show its original form" - to be honest, Eric, I think you are setting a flag for yourself