[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

Late nights in Paris are silent.

Frost and snow condensed quietly, bending the withered yellow grass leaves, and then freezing them, leaving a crystal clear corpse.It is already the coldest winter day, and the biting cold wind on the street in the middle of the night makes any passer-by who is looking for a living reluctant to walk at this moment.Every household burns red stoves, snow and frost fall outside the windows, and the dancing flames inside the windows are like living hope.

This is warmth, this is vitality, this is winter in Paris.

The streets are covered with goose feathers and heavy snow, which are scattered one after another and sprinkled on people's homes.The ground is covered with snow and snow, which makes it difficult to move an inch.Looking from a distance, it looks like a pure and cold fairyland on earth, but it is just a dream when you look closely.Poverty, cold, hunger, and filth are all sealed by the ice and snow, like the cruelest painting exhibition.Dead silence and vitality coexist in this deep winter city.

Less than two weeks have passed since The Triumph of Don Juan.

On the outskirts of Paris, a beautifully decorated villa that seems to be very unpopular these days is rarely cleaned and served for dinner at this moment.A strong fire was burning in the fireplace, which made the room warm and bright.The owner of the house - the long-lost composer Eric, who is also the Phantom of the Opera, finally returned to the ground at the moment when the performance was about to start and the snow was falling, determined to pick up his false identity in the world.Even this false identity is just for convenience, to be used at will.

He has decided to sing "The Triumph of Don Juan" as the composer Eric, and as the Phantom of the Opera, he will command and forcefully demand it.Since there is a precedent that the first lead singer of "Daughter of the Sea" hardly participated in the rehearsal, the theater reluctantly accepted it, but it was just uneasy.Yet Kristen Daye can hardly sleep because of the night and day worries of her composer friend who suddenly disappeared.Over the past few days, she has been rapidly haggard, causing her lover, the Viscount, to worry.

Perhaps what made her haggard faster was some kind of terrible guess in her heart, but neither the Phantom nor Eric gave her a chance to ask questions.They saved all the suspense until the day of the premiere, but she could only accept it in panic.

This was so unfair, the young viscount was furious, but Christine's haggard face did not show much sadness.She only said softly:

"They had that music, and that was enough to manipulate me."

The viscount couldn't understand her words, but he didn't dare to provoke her, so he had to strengthen his security protection and anxiously waited for the almost fateful day of the premiere.

The lovers once considered going to Enid for help, but her mysterious disappearance only added to their uneasiness.

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Now, the Phantom of the Opera has reincarnated as composer Eric, and his villa on the outskirts of Paris is brightly lit for the first time in months.But he didn't tell Kristen Daye not to worry.

He just sat indifferently in the warm room, at the end of the long table full of meals, holding on to his "Don Juan".

It has been more than half a year since he moved out here in early spring and returned in late winter.This villa has also been completely unpopular for more than half a year, enough to bury all the memories of the past.The phantom had people clean the place carefully until it looked brand new.It's like sweeping away the last dust in my heart, leaving no trace.

The room was warm, and the fire was burning high, but Phantom's heart was cold and desolate.The warmth has nothing to do with him, he seems to be isolated from another world, watching everything he does and what he is doing indifferently.The soul left him, and he was only left with a body, doing some sinful and cold things to chase his ugly soul.

It was too cold for the fireplace to warm his body.The cold penetrated to the bone, making his teeth chatter.Phantom suddenly didn't realize that he was still watching "Don Juan".Day and night, like a demon.

He returned to the ground, took back the identity of the composer Eric, only for the next act, only for the next two identities to merge into one at the premiere.But his heart will always stay in the cold underground, and he will never change back to that half-truth and half-fake Eric.Only the Phantom, only the Phantom.It doesn't make any difference whether he comes back or not, he can no longer feel anything outside.

He blankly recited the words and sentences that he had painstakingly worked out, as if he was calling for his wandering soul.He was the only one in the huge villa, but the whole room was brightly lit.Extremely lonely and cold to the bone.

At this moment, he seemed to hear a few knocks on the door.

Phantom was stunned, who would knock on the door at this time?No one will even know he's back.But the numb body moved on its own, got up and walked to the door without thinking.He paused, his skinny body swayed, and finally stretched out his hand and yanked open the wooden door.

The wind was blowing in with snow, Eric's eyes widened, and he couldn't see anything else.

The thin and pale gray-robed woman was covered in wind and snow, standing in front of him and looking at him quietly, her blue eyes seemed to be full of words.A strand of golden hair slipped from her faded gray robe.

An inhuman growl and whimper escaped Eric's quivering lips.

He grabbed Enid's thin waist, bowed his head and kissed her lips vigorously!

His spirit is back, at last.