[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

They walked along the long corridor underground of the Opera House.

The ground is dark, and Eric who came here was more silent than usual.But the Ghost still has absolute control over the Underworld.Eric just clapped his hands lightly, and the stones spun and made a heavy muffled sound, revealing countless golden candlesticks and lights.

This is a gorgeous dreamland, the ingenious light of the underground world.

Enid's gray cloak had a vague sense of transparency in the golden light and shadow, if it wasn't for the paler face like fresh snow, it would have been like wearing a long white dress.Her hand was cold, tightly held by Eric's black leather gloved hand.The black-haired man walked in front of her without looking back, just grabbing her hand vigorously.

In this way, they walked through the long corridor all the way, and then rode on a white horse, walked through the uneven and intricate paths, and came to the lake filled with damp mist.Eric helped Enid off the horse, heard her coughing a few times due to the sudden drop in temperature, and hurriedly took off his black velvet cloak and put it on for her.Afterwards, he untied the rope on the shore, and carefully told her to tow the strangely pointed wooden boat.

This wooden boat looks a bit quaint, but inside it is clean and comfortable, only a little damp.Erik let Enid sit up on his cloak, and then propped the boat away from the shore.The slightly dim glass oil lamp he was holding just now is now hanging high on the bow of the ship.Eric slid the boat, making a gentle rocking sound as he slapped the water.

It's so quiet here.

Eric turned his head, looked at the pale-faced blond girl, and asked inexplicably, "Don't you want to sing with me here?" stone carving.Scattered on the stone walls on both sides of the river, they are silent, majestic, eerie, frightening, obviously a miracle of man's work, and yet well suited to the place itself.

This is really a scene that shocked the singer's heart and sang unconsciously.

But Enid's eyes turned from a monster stone sculpture on the shore.It was a very grotesque stone sculpture, with huge eyes and fierce teeth, and an ugly body, but a round nose, which was extremely comical.She looked at Eric with a very quiet, gentle and tolerant expression.

"If that's what you want to ask me, then you and Christine must have sung here before."

Eric suddenly felt an inexplicable embarrassment—he turned his head away, not continuing the sudden invitation.And Enid did not continue to ask.They stayed quietly on this small boat, immersing themselves in their inner worlds.

"Get ready." After a long time, Eric suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "We are about to enter the 'Palace of Night'."

Enid turned around at the sound.

I saw many flickering and jumping light spots in the distant mist, those were several candles held by candlesticks rising from the bottom of the water.They light up one by one in an orderly manner, gradually revealing the whole world.A heavy iron gate stood between them and that world.Now, the iron gate is slowly rising, making a dull sound.

And with its retreat and the brightness of countless candles, the palace of the night appears more clear and distinct.

This is Eric's, the real kingdom.

The mist is already looming here, and after being dispersed by the candlelight, it no longer affects the vision, and only creates a dreamlike haze on the water surface.The boat had landed, and Eric carefully helped Enid to get off the boat, so as not to stain her clothes, and immediately put away the soiled cloak.

"Look, Enid," he said in a peculiar tone, "look at where I used to live, look at this place. Take a good look."

He thought he would call this place by his former home, but the moment he opened his mouth, he subconsciously avoided that word.Eric suddenly realized that in just a few months, he had regarded the villa in the suburbs as his real home in his heart.

There he embraced the sun and sang the rain.I have hugged my friends, and I have looked at the angel in my heart with a look of envy.

Christine...

"Look here," he said to Enid.

And Enid really looked carefully.

This is a rather magnificent and magnificent underground residence, living up to its name of "Palace of the Night".The golden candelabra holds tall white thick candles, scattered among several small areas with different functions.And gorgeous and deep gilded mirrors can be seen everywhere, but most of them are covered in crimson velvet curtains.Only one side in the middle was completely pulled away, and the curtain fell to one side, as if it had been pulled off hastily, and it was never restored.

Enid could probably guess why Eric had placed so many mirrors—mirrors would be a good way to enhance the lighting in an underground that was lit only by candles.But he tightly covered these mirrors because of the deformity of his face.

Eric's palace was built on a naturally formed lake island.Due to the narrow location and the fact that the island in the center of the lake is not a circle, but rather a weird long strip with twists and turns, the layout of the palace is quite compact in many places.But it doesn't give people a sense of crampedness, but I can't help but admire the ingenuity of the decorator.

The style here seems to be one to half a world earlier than the Paris Opera House on the ground. It is gorgeous, gloomy and elegant, with a faint darkness.Those exquisite handmade works are placed randomly, as are paintings and books.

Some places have been sorted out separately, and the layout is warm and beautiful, with bright and fresh colors.Seeing Enid's eyes move there, Eric subconsciously explained, "That's for Christine." His tone was urgent.

After that, his expression darkened for a moment, as if he remembered the ending he had with Christine as the Phantom of the Opera.

Eric didn't notice that Enid's eyelashes twitched a few times.

He continued to show her around, past the elaborate arrangements.The narrow grid covered with a curtain was full of Christine idols made by himself, and the studio next to it was also full of gentle smiles of a brown-haired girl in a wedding dress. He subconsciously skipped these two places.

"The front is where I make music." He said, almost relieved, he took the hand of the blond girl and walked quickly to the pure black piano, "Look, Enid."

He caressed the piano cherishingly, and at the same time pushed away the cover that had been covered with a thin layer of dust: "Look."

He turned on the piano, and seemed to be in a good mood all of a sudden, wanting to sit down and play a song for her.

But after pressing a few scales, Eric took her hand to the table next to the piano.

"I'm always here," he said to her with a smile, running his hand over the brownish-yellow parchment. "Enid, would you like to see my work?"

He couldn't help being a little serious when he mentioned the work, but he smiled when he looked at the blonde girl.Eric is now only used to treating people with a "face-to-face" attitude, and he hasn't had time to form a real impression of how handsome his new face is.That's why he looked so handsome when he showed a warm smile.

It's like there's really a new Eric, the complete opposite of the Phantom of the Opera.

Enid couldn't help but wince at the smile, even though she could still see it...for a split second, she felt Eric loved her in that look.Just like any man who fell in love in the world, he was overjoyed and at a loss when he brought his beloved girl home for the first time.He shared his past with her, shared his silly childhood, and couldn't help laughing every moment.

But she knew that nothing would be possible if he didn't realize it.

Enid's smile faded, and she pulled her hand away from Eric.

"Okay." She said with a smile, "Then let's take a look together."

The author has something to say: *The next chapter 1.21 is updated and entered into v.Leave a message in this chapter to send a wave of red envelopes, until 1.23 [-]:[-].

*Anli Jiyou: Chinese Pastoral Su.Works include "[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of the Iris" has been completed, and "[Phantom of the Opera] Angel Mirror" is being serialized.