[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

In view of the deep impression left by the so-called "social butterflies" on the Côte d'Azur and the pervasive slander of the Shani family, Irene does not expect the much-anticipated star Christine to be so glamorous.But the pale and tired girl in front of her was really beyond her expectations - except for the expensive white gauze dress on her body, Irene could hardly find any traces of the stars on this brown-haired girl.

Is the power of love so irresistible?Is it enough to take away almost all the spirit of a person?Irene was secretly puzzled, but still politely looked into the girl's dull eyes, and at the same time greeted gracefully: "Christine? My friend, how are you doing?"

"Irene!" Christine was very excited. The moment her big brown eyes met Irene's eyes, they were like candle wicks thrown into the flames, and the brilliance rose in an instant; she looked very beautiful. I want to give an intimate gift to my old friend who came from afar, but I am a little hesitant because of the slightly alienated look of the person in front of me.

"Nice to meet you, Christine—I hope you don't mind helping me regain our precious friendship." Irene complied with the ceremony and volunteered.Well, the big star's cheeks are indeed much softer than the old Mrs. Shani's.Some frivolous and meaningless thoughts flitted through the girl's mind, and she naturally cast a warm and friendly look at the former sisters, and of course there were some uneasy feelings that were not hidden deep.

"Of course, Irene—you and Meg will always be my most cherished sisters!" Christine's voice could be heard trembling slightly, and she really hugged her lost and recovered friend tightly, as if hugging a priceless friend. The precious treasure—this expensive brown-haired beauty could not restrain herself from bowing her body, just to bury her head in the tender neck of the little sister...

"Yes, I am fully aware of this - thank you very much, my dear Christine." Finally, the familiar white gold filled her eyes as she wished, with the peaceful fragrance of green olives.Irene hadn't thought that Christine, a big star, would be so attached to herself, but this didn't prevent her from stroking her old friend's little brown curly hair with her slender fingers to give some comfort— — not just out of courtesy or the kindness of strangers, but this situation seemed to have been repeated a million times in her lost past, so that at this time she was not allowed to choose.

"Irene, according to Miss Yuna, you have already returned to Shani's house?" Irene waited patiently for Christine to calm down, and then waited for this old friend's undisguised temptation.The girl nodded her head affirmatively.

"So, you must have seen Raul too—he, how is he? Well, and old Mrs. Shaney, is she okay?" Christine looked even more coy.Erin has to wonder how she became such a huge star at the Opera House - she was once a lowly dancer, it is said!Even Irene, a girl who has unfortunately lost her memory, knows how bad the living environment is for actors in the opera house, especially for female actors. Could it be that all these years of working with darkness and chaos has not taught her the ability to hide a little bit?Irene couldn't help but look at her carefully, and finally confirmed unwillingly: the beautiful face in front of her had no other sighing qualities except the exhaustion endowed by love—naturally, there was also no haze of the condensed reality .

This is really enviable!Irene thought not too much: It seems that Mrs. Giri is indeed a good mother who loves her daughter.Oh, and my sincere and enthusiastic little sun brother Raul.He should also be a good lover.Thinking of this, Irene withdrew her thoughts casually, but her face was serious and determined, "Brother Raul and mother, they seem to have some misunderstanding, which made me dare not take a big breath at home."

"However, brother Raul misses you very much—this time I came to see you also because of his intentions. Maybe he will come to you in person in a short time." Before Christine looked down, Irene hurriedly made up for it. "By the way, I heard you mention Meg—Yuna told me that Meg is also my good sister, isn't she here?"

However, the word "Meg" seemed to have opened some taboo mechanism, and the warm atmosphere instantly condensed, leaving only a dead silence in the room.

"Meg doesn't like the environment of the theater very much, and Jiri's mother took her out to live—she probably doesn't know about your arrival in Paris." Finally, Christine's deep-lined lips showed a touch that barely counted. It was just a smile, but misty mist rose from his big brown eyes, as if he was going to cry in the next second.

"Really? Meg... nothing happened to her, right?" Irene stared at Christine suspiciously—it was hard for her to prevent Eileen from having bad associations.

"Of course, Irene, Meg misses you very much too... I happen to be free tomorrow—we should go see her too." Christine paused, as if trying to convince herself, she muttered softly, " What could happen to a brave girl like her..."

The so-called "leisure" of a big star is always different from that of an ordinary person. On this point, Irene had already realized something when she sat in the box reserved for VIPs in the Opera House until noon.In all fairness, when Christine's chants, ethereal as heavenly voices, echoed in my ears through the refraction of the horseshoe-shaped auditorium, it was a supreme enjoyment.Even in Irene's eyes, there are obviously some innocuous flaws in it.But at other times, even the free fruit drinks provided in the box can’t offset the torment that a series of performers including Mrs. Carlota, the “treble machine”, have brought to the girl’s sensitive ears.

How nice it would be to hear Christine sing alone!Even if Mr. Ghost is here!How touching it would be if Mr. Ghost sang these specially composed songs!After waiting for a long time before Christine's curtain call, Irene finally couldn't help complaining secretly—although she hadn't seen her awkward friend for a while, she still couldn't forget the singing that seemed to reach her soul so quickly.

Perhaps what Philip said was not unreasonable.Irene recalled Mr. Ghost's charming humming for a while, and couldn't help but think again—even if I don't want to regain my memory, I can't erase the mud and dust I wade with people.So, of course, is glory and brilliance.Christine's affectionate pupils and lips were reflected in the lake green eyes, and the girl's small lips curled up slightly: "Christine?"It seems that your emotions are so full and lovely, maybe we can really try to "renew the relationship"?

"My dear Christine, you are so dazzling on the stage-now I finally know why you are the most dazzling star of the Paris Opera House." When Christine quietly retreated from the stage to the box, Irene He didn't hesitate to praise, and his lake green eyes were full of sincerity.

"Thank you, Irene." Christine accepted the compliment absent-mindedly, but her big brown eyes revealed traces of distinct fear; she took the little sister's arm, and walked quickly towards The carriage at the door walked away, as if someone was chasing after him.

Irene resisted the desire to break free with her backhand, and let herself be driven into the carriage covered with a thick layer of velvet by the terrified brown-haired beauty, and then let out a low cry at the right time.

"I'm sorry, my good sister, I was... just too flustered." Christine also retreated into the carriage, apologizing in a low voice, but she couldn't help snuggling up to Irene like a cat.

"It's okay, my sister. But, would you mind telling me what happened?" Irene could hardly imagine what could scare Christine like this on the resplendent center stage of the opera house, but the brunette beauty The distraught appearance is not at all like pretending.That's not just the effect that a little suffering in love can achieve!So the girl had no choice but to hug her habitually, first use the most biologically primitive body language to comfort her, and then make inquiries.

"Do you... still remember the legend of the theater ghost?" Christine looked a little more relaxed, and sadness appeared in her big brown eyes.

"Sorry, I don't remember almost everything before I came to the Cote d'Azur... However, when I was at Shani's house, I heard many people talk about it." Eileen paused, "I heard that the ghost of the theater once Is it your mentor who has always favored you?"

"Yes, in fact, you have also seen him, in the villa in Provence..."

The next words, Christine spoke softly and slowly, as if she was afraid of alarming something, and as if every word was dug out from the deepest nightmare in her heart, with the pain of tearing flesh and blood...

To be honest, Irene didn't like the cautious look of the brown-haired beauty at all, but she cheered up instantly, and encouraged the person in front of her to continue talking with the gentlest and most expectant eyes, saying those... The past that is not even mentioned in the most detailed narrative...

It was a long way from the opera house to Meg's house, but there was always an end.And when the gray-red residential roofs came into view of the coachman, the story about the evil ghosts and the boys and girls finally came to an end.

"So, the generally accepted ending of the story is: the ghost got tired of you as the original target and the big star, and instead kidnapped me, the aristocrat, and you and Brother Raul were at the local police station who came late. With the help of the forces, you have gone through a lot of hard work and returned to Shani's house?" When I came to this conclusion, Irene almost couldn't maintain her gentle and polite face, and laughed out loud!In fact, in the previous listening sessions, she had almost failed several times—she really couldn’t remember what happened, but the story Christine fabricated had so many loopholes that she couldn’t bear to remind—if it wasn’t for Make it up, then she should really wash her eyes!

"Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but the fact is that we were imprisoned by him in that villa for two full months, and you, and later on... until now..." Christine remained silent. With a distressed face, he did not forget to vague some bad possibilities thoughtfully, "Irene, I don't know what he said to you, but no matter what he said, you must never believe it—I...I There were some things I didn't explain to you..."

So in the short few minutes from getting off the carriage to Christine knocking on the door, Irene was forced to listen to a story about a poor orphan girl whose parents died and a "music angel" with ups and downs. .

Well, pretending to be a musical angel to comfort a lonely little girl, teach her to sing, and then accidentally scare people away... It's really possible that Mr. Ghost's deadly awkward guy can do something stupid... Thanks Loving care from old Mrs. Shaney!The girl who had already cultivated a clear standard of judging good, evil, beauty and ugliness thought about it for a while, and pieced together the general reason for the incident.Thinking of Mr. Ghost who ran away in a hurry, Irene didn't ignore the faint pain on the tip of her heart while laughing - that guy, sounds so powerful, how could he be bullied by others!Even when he looked at Christine's beautiful face again, he felt a little uncomfortable, as if his private property had been usurped by someone.

"Okay, okay, I believe that the 'greedy and cunning Mr. Ghost' worked so hard to 'imprison' us for two full months, and then let you and Raul, two prisoners who don't understand any machinery, find a chance to escape and contact the police. In the end, he was able to abduct me and escaped with me safe and sound for more than a year under the arrest of the police station..." Irene's response seemed to be good, but the obvious coaxing tone of the child made Christine's eyes tremble. The melancholy grew stronger.

"Irene!" The brown-haired beauty raised her voice in an unladylike manner.

"Christine, my friend, my sister, please believe that in my only memory of being alone with Mr. Ghost, he is by no means a scary character." Irene pulled her old friend's thin shoulders, After a pause, he seemed to slow down his voice helplessly, "Besides, if it is true as you said, then I am honored to be able to share the suffering for you."

Christine was in a daze for a moment, and all the melancholy was drowned in those gentle but irrefutable lake green eyes for a moment.

The author has something to say: Well, flirting with Christine has become a girl's instinct~ (Sprinkling sugar has also become the author's instinct~)

And, in the next chapter, the poor little Meg, who was spoiled by the male and female protagonists together, is about to appear. Do you feel that this confusing drama is about to begin?