[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

The snow-covered streets are so quiet, the girl's clear and soft singing gradually disappears, and the hustle and bustle of Paris invades from the front.The moment Eric stepped into the city again, he seemed to come to another world.

He hates this world so much, but also longs for this world so much.

The pomp and noise and crowds of the place had turned him away from singing.Eric knew that he had a handsome face, but he couldn't help trembling in the eyes of passers-by.The silent snow and the angel's singing had just calmed down his heart that had suffered several shocks, but the silent sarcasm of vulgarity and pomp made his tired and weak soul tremble unwillingly.

He is near here, and he is far away from here.

He still remembers what he promised the girl, and in a bakery, he found what he wanted.

After a while, Eric took the bottled water and two pieces of bread and set foot on the return journey.

The act of completing a purchase is nothing to a Parisian, but it clearly has a new meaning for Eric.Intercourse with people--simple and ordinary intercourse gave him a heartfelt pleasure, and perhaps it would be so for the rest of his life.There will be no singing, but there will be love and friends, and an ordinary life.

That would be nice too, Eric thought.But it seemed that God refused to give him a moment of peace—when he turned a corner and inadvertently glanced at the poster on the wall, Eric suddenly lost his breath.

That's Christine.

The young and beautiful girl is dressed in the rich dress of the countess.The curly brown hair is coiled up high, and countless exquisite jewelry are inserted in it.She has a sweet face like an apple, brown eyes with soft waves under the fine eyelashes, and delicate lips like rose petals.

The charm of the girl itself endows the character with tenderness like water, making the countess who is burning with desire look so pitiful and lovely.The arm with the long white glove was raised high, and it was Christine singing in the center of the stage!

"Poster for 'The Dumb Servant' - the glory of Dyer."

At some point, a passerby came to Eric and stood beside him.Pedestrians stared at Christine on the poster with an almost adoring feeling, and the murmured words showed that he was still immersed in the excitement brought by Daye and couldn't extricate himself.

"She was unbelievable... I can't believe I've ever heard a voice like that! How can anyone sing like that! On that miraculous night... Ah, Carlotta! Carlotta counts What - Dyer is so incredible, her beauty and singing conquer everyone. She makes the audience mesmerized and shed tears, she eclipses the pride of the opera singer, she even wants to make "The Dumb Servant" A second-rate opera in the history books! Daye..."

She is so beautiful.

Eric stared at the image of Christine obsessively, and intense sadness and despair poured into his heart.

He gave her a singing voice, gave her glory, stripped her of her self-esteem, and chose to flatter her face... But he can no longer sing with her.When Eric looked into his mind he was horrified to find that the one-time mentor was even secretly and shamefully jealous of... his pure and beautiful apprentice.

After the ecstasy of restoring his face, the bewilderment of leaving the singing voice and the shock of the girl's voice, the appearance of Christine's beautiful image made his exhausted soul finally burst into the most... sad cry.

Eric didn't know how he got rid of that chattering Daye admirer, how he lost his mind and accidentally knocked over the clear water in a deserted street and soaked the falling francs, how he went back and forth desperately Tear off that poster and hug her tightly.The poster was so flimsy that it quickly warmed his chest, but Eric's heart was cold as hell.

An almost hopeless sadness froze his whole soul, and he could no longer sing with her, and his own singing voice became an inescapable punishment.He couldn't hold onto anything except the poster he was holding on to tightly.

He walked among the crowd, raised his head slowly, and sang in solitude.

The singing was like a release, and the overwhelming sadness made Eric soon burst into tears.Nothing happened by accident, and indifferent people walked past him, perhaps admiring the frivolity of his looks, but they were cut off from him, and it was hardly in a world.

It was clear that his singing had abandoned them, but Eric felt he was abandoned by the world again.The deepest and most deadly loneliness, no one can hear the song of his heart, no one, there will be no.Henceforth there will be no understanding, no identification, only lies brought about by the restoration of magic.Everything is fake, nothing exists anymore.

No...Christine...Christine!

The straw floating in the water was tightly grasped by him as the last salvation, no matter what...Christine!The Christine he loved so much and gave it all for!As long as she is there, all this will regain meaning!

The fluctuation of the soul injects richer emotions into the singing, the madness for a ray of light in the deadly loneliness, and the infatuated dream, the pure lamb in reality can no longer be distinguished from the illusion... the desperate despair.

When he took some time to get out of the aftertaste of singing, Eric found that he had returned to the original place - the gray robed girl was standing less than five steps away from him.

"Your bread—sorry, Shimizu spilled it on the way." He returned to reality, and handed over the bread in his hand.

But the girl stared at his face clearly with deep touch, she said softly: "A deeper loneliness, isn't it?"

"What?" Eric thought he was hallucinating.

"Your singing is beautiful." said the girl.

The fear of being fooled and the unbelievable ecstasy rushed into his heart at the same time, Eric restrained his great surprise and asked: "You...can you hear my singing? I mean just now—I, I singing..."

"A deeper level of loneliness than imagined." The girl interrupted him, "on the verge of despair, I grasped at straws, maybe it was salvation, maybe it was destruction together, and then there was an illusion, and finally I was desperate."

She can hear it!She can really hear it!Eric's hands were shaking uncontrollably. Everything that happened that day was beyond his imagination, so that he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams.Someone really can hear his singing!There are still "exceptions" in this world, and there are ears that are not in this world!

In an instant, he was about to cry with joy.But the most pressing question looms - so, what about Kristen?His Christine!Eric instantly thought of his beloved apprentice, Christine!Will she be an exception?

The previous despair seems to have been compensated by all hope, and all the previous pain has been made up for. Now Eric just wants to find Christine to prove that one thing-the desire for the world to listen has been easily abandoned by him. Christine, what is more important in the world than Christine!

"It's a very beautiful singing voice, even when the hallucinations appear, it has the power of despair." The girl said softly, "I can't think of any reason why I would not be aware of this song."

Eric clenched his hands tightly, forcing himself to calm down.Things will not be so simple, how can the witch give him special preferential treatment in the exchange that the witch made clear; never play with his fate, how can there be extra mercy for him.No matter how much he wanted to believe that Christine would be the exception, but...a strong premonition told him that such exceptional miracles cannot be repeated, and the girl in front of him might be the only exception.

In any case, he couldn't let the girl go without making sure Christine could hear him singing.

"Sorry," said Eric, his hands trembling, "I know it's awkward to say this, but could you please—stay with me for a few days, I have some musical questions I'd like to talk to You discuss... I implore you to agree to the presumptuous request, which means a lot to me. Ah, if you don't mind, I can take you to rest now, I have something very important to do right away... Yes I haven't asked your name yet—I'm Eric."

"Enid." The blond girl replied, her suspicious and worried eyes swept over the man's anxiously pleading handsome face, and subtly stayed on the originally ugly right cheek for a moment.Then, her expression changed slightly.

"—if you insist."

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