[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

Eric sat up in shock.

He looked at the man in the mirror in disbelief—the ferocious tumors, naked|exposed pink flesh, turned skin, and countless potholes all disappeared, leaving behind a face as handsome as a god.This face... this face is like the most beautiful aria, even God would want to kiss.

Everything is beyond imagination, and Eric's right hand is on this face.Eric lowered his right hand, and the man in the mirror lowered his right hand too.It was his face, for sure.

Eric stood up and muttered excitedly on the spot, and crazy words spit out from his mouth.He was ecstatic for a while, anxious for a while, and he walked up and down the underground palace.This is not a dream, all this is real.He could feel the completeness and slight coldness of the right side of his face, it was true...he got...

Suddenly, Eric remembered something.He threw himself in front of the mirror again, subconsciously put his hand on his throat, and there was nothing there—the black ribbon disappeared.

"As long as you cut off the black ribbon around your neck—" The witch's hoarse and piercing voice rang in my ears again.

Eric felt uneasy, and he tried to search the surrounding ground, but there was no trace of the black ribbon.But, looking at the godlike face in the mirror, Eric said to himself, what more can you be dissatisfied with?

Anxiety gradually subsided, and joy gradually filled my heart.He can get out of this dark underground, now.He will walk the streets of Paris, let the sun shine on his face, he will nod to passers-by, and he will be able to live in the garden villa that has been prepared for himself and Christine-the brass key at this moment right in the palm of his hand.

He will live in the world as Eric, and he will have everything he ever wanted!

Eric sprinted down the long, dark passage, clutching only a few manuscripts of music and a black velvet bag for gold coins and keys.Darkness had never been so unbearable, light had never been so exciting to him.

Eric hated the length of the corridor so much—finally, he pushed open the door, and a ray of sunlight shone on his newly born face.

He couldn't help closing his eyes.

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Eric walked stiffly on the streets of Paris, terrified, timid, confused and yet feeling sincerely happy.

He was as overwhelmed and excited as a child who had been allowed to break a ban.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth, and there is a kind of serene tranquility in Paris amidst the flying snowflakes.The city buried in the snow is incredibly clean, even though he knew that after the snow melted, there would be dirty water flowing across the ground, but at this moment, Eric liked the snow from the bottom of his heart.Paris was so beautiful to him that he could not help but praise God.

Eric was not wearing his fedora, nor his mask.The Phantom of the Opera, dressed in a black silk gown with a woolen shawl, looks like an ordinary artist or nobleman in Paris—no, the Phantom of the Opera has disappeared.Only Eric, he thought—a Parisian man.He smiles.

His smile from the heart made his perennially cold face exude a strange color, and his handsome face like a god made the people on the street couldn't help but stare at him.The resplendent carriage lifted the gorgeous curtain, and the noble girl looked at him and hid her face and snickered.At the corner of the road, a poor woman holding a large basin of laundry was hurrying along with her head bowed. When she looked up inadvertently, she saw that handsome man who was speechless and blushed.At the very beginning, Eric had a half-god-like face.When the traces of the devil are erased, the blessings of the gods will finally be admired by the world.God!

Eric felt very uncomfortable with these gazes. For a moment, the lack of coverage on the right side of his face made him almost turn around and flee back to the ground.But Eric controlled himself, the once ugly and deformed half of his face had been restored, and he no longer needed the protection of the mask.Even though he was terrified and uneasy walking around without a mask on, Eric liked it.

Yeah, he likes that.He doesn't have to be despised and insulted because of his ugliness, and he doesn't have to be called Satan because of his ugliness, and eventually become a devil.He has a beautiful face, and he's enjoying what it brings.He is ashamed of his shallowness and vanity, and he is sincerely happy that he has finally got rid of his painful past and regained his life.He wants to sing, now, right now, right now.

And indeed he sang, O boundless joy, flowed from the angel's song.This song has extraordinary magic power, which can make people forget their sorrows.He was so happy, he sang, sang...but he soon found out that something was wrong.

People still looked at him, and his handsome appearance almost made them mistake him for a god.But, however, there was no fluctuation on anyone's face.No one smiled, shed tears or changed even the slightest bit because of his singing.The magic of the song seemed to have failed—no, they couldn't hear it!

Eric walked towards a shabby-dressed girl on the street, tried his best to overcome the discomfort of communicating with others, and asked, "Excuse me, did you hear the singing?"

"Singing... ah, ah?" The girl came back to her senses, blushed quietly, then shook her head blankly and said, "Sorry sir, I didn't..." Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Eric walk away in a hurry.

Eric stopped two passers-by for questioning. Thanks to his handsome appearance, no one expressed dissatisfaction.But indeed, none of them heard his singing.

As one person after another passed by, Eric's heart became heavier and heavier.The joy just now dissipated suddenly, and the singing that was thought to be the soul suddenly couldn't be heard, Eric's heart was at a loss.

It's not that he doesn't know that this is a condition of exchange... But he never thought that the feeling of not being heard is so uncomfortable.He wanted so much just now, so wanted to share his joy with those strangers, with his angelic song, his soul's song—but his attempt to communicate with the world was blocked, No one heard.Eric suddenly found that he was so at a loss without singing, as confused and innocent as a child.A touch of regret climbed into my heart.

No—he took a deep breath, suppressing the thought.No, there was nothing wrong with his choice, he just couldn't get used to it.Eric kept talking to himself, but what he couldn't deny was that the pure joy just now was gone.The whole city suddenly turned into a mocking face, spitting out all kinds of mean words at him.And he couldn't fight back.

He is like a man who has lost his soul, wandering alone in the streets of Paris.

The snow is still so peaceful and beautiful, and a thin layer has accumulated on Eric's shawl.He didn't know how long or where he had been.He is indifferent to everything in the outside world, he just walks aimlessly in Paris, as if he is longing for something to appear in his heart.Then, suddenly, he heard a burst of singing.

It was a song so beautiful that it is almost impossible to describe it in words.Clear and deep, beautiful and broad, with the power to stretch the soul, as if the singer is standing on the deep seabed, looking up at the light of the sun.

The singing was so beautiful that Eric felt a great shock to his soul.He couldn't help being jealous of the person who could sing freely—it was so beautiful, so beautiful, how could there be such a singing in Paris, this new, incredible trembling.

Eric subconsciously searched for the sound. He hurried to meet this surprising singer.This... has a singer who can stand shoulder to shoulder with his angel voice, but can still sing with all his heart.

He crossed a street and turned a wall.Then, at last, he saw the man who was singing.

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