[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

On the way back to the villa, Eric had countless wild fantasies.These fantasies are black, permeated with the poison of despair, and also reveal a trace of misery.

He thought everything about the girl was just a dream, a scene of his own imagination.He thought it was another trick of the witch, or a trap to lure him deeper into the trap.The blond girl was probably not transformed by a banshee under the sea, and she wanted to take his last breath.However, Eric has no choice, he can only run all the way to hell or heaven.

Something in him urged him to figure out what was going on with it all, maybe figure out why the girl could hear him singing, and it would be—oh, it might not be better, but it couldn't be worse.

Eric was sweating and panting when he stopped in front of the house, with a vein or two showing in his neck, and the eagerness in his face made him look like some kind of brutish beast.However, this roughness gradually disappeared, and turned into a strange calm expression.Beautiful music was dancing in the keyhole, and the siren gave him a tender look.There was silence inside Eric when he pushed the door open.

His heart was quickly filled with another person's emotion.

The gray-robed girl was sitting on the piano bench in front of the white piano with her back to him.Seaweed-like blond hair was scattered behind her back, shining brightly as if illuminating a room with sunlight.Perhaps her singing voice could be brighter, but with the fluent melody under her fingers, it is a quiet and broad yearning, suppressing an imperceptible gloomy flame.On the brink of departure and death.

She sang:

"How easily do the sensitive and melancholy violets wither?

Noble musings become docile silences,

The heart still endures the burning of the fire.

Seeing the day covered by a mist that rises in the bosom,

Painfully feeling that the universe is boundless and life is confined to emptiness and insignificance,

Ning throws himself into the world and puts all his eggs in one basket.

My fate cries out,

Don't regret your whole life in the ignorance of ignorance!

Destiny, answer me.

Why the glory of life cannot be forgotten?

Why is the soul knocking hard at the door?

Why buried the sea of ​​my dead soul,

To part to both sides?

It opened its majestic wavy jaws,

And my blue eyes looked out.

Discovered the whole world outside,

Inwardly, I discovered my deep affection.

The distant passion revives in my heart,

The infinite distance is calling.

I know I can't wait any longer.

The golden cage escaped her sparrow,

This ornate object complains of slavery's insolence,

She did not know that only the homeless have homes.

Only the vagabond has a foreign land. "

This is not the first time Eric has heard Enid sing. He has heard her sing the sun and the sea softly and clearly on the streets of Paris before, with a mighty but delicate love. After that, he will have countless opportunities to listen to it The maiden's singing, given that the unsociable master had succeeded in inviting the maiden to stay.But Eric intuitively feels that this is an event that must not be missed...Singing can see a person's soul.

It was precisely because of the resonance with the soul in the girl's singing that it was almost impossible for Eric, who had just come to the world, to take the initiative to talk to her.But what he saw back then was only part of it.

Music gives people a glimpse of the most hidden heart, and Eric has an intuition that what the girl is singing at the moment... is her most complete and richest revealing of herself, dedicating a complete soul that can't be met, singing purely of her own heart The beating of others instead of supporting the emotions of others with oneself.

He didn't know whether it was the piano made by the master that aroused the passion of the other party, or his previous singing gave her some kind of inspiration.He only understands that such a moment is rare for any singer, and it is a great happiness for the audience who is lucky enough to listen-so he just stops at the door and listens quietly.

Enid ends the piece after singing the third chorus.

The girl with long blond hair was panting slightly, her pure white cheeks flushed a little.Before the passion subsides from the clear blue eyes, the presumptuous guest has already stood up to greet the returning host."I'm sorry for moving your piano," she apologized.

"You honored it," Eric said. "I'm so honored."

Enid folded her hands together and placed them peacefully in front of her lower abdomen.Eric noticed that her fingers were very fair and slender. It seemed that God had specially favored her for all the qualities related to music. The homeless woman had such beautiful hands that should be born to play the piano.Her demeanor is so calm, her standing posture is so elegant, and her skillful fingering just now--that is definitely not something that an ordinary homeless girl can possess.

At this time, he finally recalled everything he had imagined on the road.It was only after listening to the beautiful music of the soul that Eric, who had gained strange peace, felt that his disappointment and pain in knowing that Christine was not an exception were greatly reduced.Even if he was immediately told that Enid was indeed a siren, a banshee from the sea, he could accept it calmly.

"I think you must be hungry." said the Phantom who had returned to the light, "I'll call the servant over right away, we can have dinner together, and then we can talk about music."

Enid readily agreed, but she made a somewhat strange request:

"Please continue to prepare bread and water for me." The blonde girl said.

The author has something to say: *I'm back, okay?

*The song of Enid in this chapter is her personal monologue, the lyrics have been sloppy for a long time TAT