[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

It was a girl in a gray robe singing.

The girl has long golden hair.When she sang, her beautiful neck lifted up slightly, and her seaweed-like long hair was shining brightly like sunshine.

Her eyelashes were slightly opened, exposing her blue eyes, as if the clear sky was reflected in the sea.That gaze is also like the waves of the sea, sometimes peaceful and peaceful, sometimes turbulent, but of course it never loses the openness and calmness of the sea, just like the seabed is actually the quietest during a tsunami.

There was a radiance in her clean face which gave her a beauty beyond mortals.This kind of brilliance is the holy tranquility represented by the painter's halo, especially when she sings.The winter sun cast a warm light on her face.

The gray robe on her body obviously has the dust of a passerby, wrapping around her thin waist.At this moment, this unearthly beautiful girl is singing.

She is praising the light.

Eric stopped ten steps in front of her, he listened to the song - the picture unfolded before his eyes again.A girl with a transparent soul and curious eyes.She stood on the deep seabed, spread her hands, opened her eyes, and saw the sun.Her singing seems to be born with the breath of the ocean and the sun.

My blood rises with the tide of the ocean, my heart burns with the fire of the sun.

And Eric listened to the song.

The gray-robed girl stood in the snow and sang.There was a basket in front of her, half of the covering cloth was removed, and she could see the simplest black bread and water inside.Her expression was so calm and serene, and she was so calm in singing, that Eric barely realized that the girl was singing.

He looked around.

In the early morning in the snowy Paris, there were not many pedestrians.But from time to time, there are still footsteps passing by.The passers-by were in a hurry, their faces were tired, and they turned a deaf ear to the heavenly singing.Occasionally one or two stopped, and they walked away before the song ended.

Eric felt the panic from just now coming back to his heart—couldn't they also hear the girl's singing?No, they can hear it.But why did they go away?This beautiful singing voice with the breath of ocean and sunlight is clearly not inferior to his angelic voice!

Maybe they hear it, but they can't understand it, or it can't be touched.Eric thought so.They are busy making a living, or busy having fun.Eric can certainly understand this, but it is really incredible to him-what is greater than the power of music?Maybe it's love, but isn't such an exciting singing voice enough to make people stop?

He stood there and listened quietly, from puzzlement to anger, the angry singing was ruined like this, and then he was wronged by himself who was trying to express his soul, and finally realized the truth that mortals cannot understand the voice of angels, and finally felt deeply regretful sad.

This song does not belong to the world, but only to the singer himself or heaven.And Eric can only get the world's recognition through a handsome face - he knows, that's it.And just as Eric was restless, the singing gradually stopped.The girl opened her eyes and looked at him with a smile.

Perhaps it was the pity that this angelic singing voice was not valued by others, or maybe it was seeing the same fate that he might suffer. For a moment, Eric felt great sympathy and admiration for the girl in his heart.He couldn't help saying:

"You sing really well--so beautifully, so touchingly."

He immediately took out a gold coin from the black velvet belt out of a mentality of compensating angels for the world: "Maybe it's a bit offensive-but this is my respect." Because he usually disdains to use money to measure singing.

But the girl declined the gold coin.There was a serene and gentle breath in her blue eyes, and she said the first words to him: "Please forgive me—but I can't accept your kindness." She changed the subject very softly, "If you don't mind If so, please bring me some bread and water."

Eric was a little at a loss as to how to answer. He was not a good communicator, but now he was a little embarrassed by the girl's unexpected rejection.Yet he could already hear in the singing that they had considerable souls—and that was what kept Erik talking to her.

"But why would you refuse? I mean—you should take care of your throat. You should have some better food, the black bread is too harsh on a singer's throat. You should take it. "

"I have been wandering with my song," said the maiden to him. "I have been nourished by dew and nectar. Usually, when I am very hungry or thirsty, I will knock on the doors of the poor one after another. I am for them. Sing and get a sip of water or a morsel of bread. It makes me happy."

This answer couldn't help but make Eric have greater respect for her, and he expressed his thoughts to her frankly: "It's a great move, miss. But I saw that not many people were paying attention just now." He couldn't help asking, "Wouldn't you be depressed by that? Wouldn't you wish for more serious appreciation?"

Eric added: "You clearly have everything an opera singer could aspire to - there are arty people who come to the opera house, but there are also people who really appreciate the music. You never thought of changing into a fancy dress Clothes, stand proudly on the stage and sing?"

The gray-robed girl smiled and said, "The moment I chose my singing voice, I was doomed to wander."

Eric understood her words right away—some of them sang beautifully and delicately, others with stretch and flow.Different singing voices have different souls, and the singing voice that the girl finds that truly fits the soul lies in wandering and walking.The stage will wear away the charm of her singing—maybe still beautiful, but not her real self in the singing.

Singing is a soul, not an instrument.It can only speak one language.

Eric watched the girl's soft face silently. Her blue eyes contained extremely tenacious strength, and at the same time inspired his soul.He was moved, because he really understood others, which was rare in his life, starting from the singing.He really wanted to talk to her in song, but he couldn't.Eric said to the girl, "I will bring you water and bread."

The author has something to say: * Enid - Enid, pure and without blemish.Playing age is 19 years old.

*Enid is beautiful, and very beautiful.But what is really moving about her (exaggerated in the text is the brilliance of her face) is tantamount to seeing it with the soul, which explains why Eric marveled at her beauty and passers-by didn't even stop to look at her face→ _→

*Eric and Enid's singing voices are both god-level.But to reach the level of passers-by, it must be the kind of soul-sacrificing, desperate singing.Ordinary singing still requires the audience to listen carefully to be greatly shocked, which is why Eric suggested that Enid go to the opera house to sing.