[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

Eric was awakened by the excessively high temperature in the torture chamber—this place is no different from the dungeon of the Paris Opera House he carefully managed. Although the mechanism handles with the same appearance have most of the original functions, such as heating the airtight room, it happens to be It does not include such delicate functions as controlling the temperature within a certain range.

Eric licked his chapped lips, feeling as if all the moisture in his body had been evaporated.He immediately noticed the unusual weight on his body, and cautiously poked his lover with his head on his chest with his fingertips.But the girl still had her eyes closed, her palm-sized face was flushed with two blushing blushes, only two thin sniffs regularly hit the back of his hand, which made people feel a little at ease.

Fortunately, the hastily turned mechanism handle did not retain all its functions.Eric saw the turned brass handle on the girl's hand at a glance, and couldn't help but take a breath—otherwise, with little Carol's understanding of the mechanism, he had no doubt that she would keep the temperature at the optimum temperature... …Then maybe the two of them will have to sleep forever in this suitable temperature.

Eric tried his best to free a hand from under Irene's head—this small movement almost exhausted all the strength he had just accumulated, the dizziness from the first awakening had not faded, and his limp body was followed by Outcry.And Eric ignored the double shackles of the weak body and spirit, just gritted his teeth and dragged the coats of the two people beside him to cover the lower half of their faces—the wet clothes that Irene had used as head protection were gone at this time. It's almost half dry, but in this steamer-like stuffy space, people can finally absorb a little bit of precious moisture and coolness.

This little gift is enough for Irene, a humble wandering soul from another world, to burst into life—the girl opened her eyes with a low slam, and just happened to see the ghost's skinny five fingers wading across the hot ground, shaking the handle tremblingly .

"Rand's cell? It seems that he is studying well." Eric's poetic voice was rarely hoarse, but this was obviously not the point.

"Rand? Isn't this your country, sir?" Irene couldn't help raising her voice, feeling that the sticky feeling that made her itchy all over her body was replaced by a frightening coldness.

"Sir?" Eric's focus was also strange.He struggled to lift his eyelids, but his pale pupils were too late to be filled with any special emotion due to his severe thinking delay, "I thought Rand's little wooden stick wouldn't let us go?"

"Sorry, first..." In contrast, Irene's thoughts were much sharper, and the short pause was hidden in the extremely slow speed of speech due to weakness, and it seemed that it did not attract the attention of the people in front of her.

"Sorry, Eric, I need a little time." Irene managed to slow down her voice again, but immediately closed her eyes, obviously not intending to wait for the answer from the person in front of her.Eric was shocked to find that the girl was muttering to herself in a language he had never heard before, with a dignified expression and an astonishing speed of speech.

Out of trust in his lover, Phantom wisely kept silent, but the grief that had been faintly piling up in his chest since he woke up became extraordinarily active at this moment.

You never shared this strange secret language with me... A dangerous thought inevitably popped into Eric's mind again.

"No offense, sir. But, I have to confirm: where is your last memory?" Finally, the girl's voice broke the oppressive silence. This time it was fluent French, but the speed was still slightly slow , as if the master needs to think carefully before speaking.

"It's until the time when Mr. Chenier pays homage to... me in the cemetery, right?" Still speaking a little slower than ordinary people, vaguely like an unpleasant aristocratic accent; but those radiant eyes His green eyes are too focused to appear arrogant.

"Your influence on her will fade day by day, and she will return to her pure soul..."

"...because I decided to keep your memory alive--at this very moment...see, I am so partial to you--even if you took my dear little Irene, I will still keep you the most ardent love fire……"

The young man's curse seemed to have echoed in his mind thousands of times, and every syllable contained mysterious malice.

This is indeed a sinister intention - who would have thought that two hearts that have always been in harmony will be forced to separate one day?Who would have thought that the memories of each other as driftwood would have no intersection in an instant?When half of the soul is trapped in a corner of time, but the other half has no right to stop and look back, the more the fire of love burns, the more painful it will be.

"Don't be nervous, Eric." Irene noticed the man's suddenly frozen face, and couldn't help but smiled bitterly, "At least that Mr. Chenier should not be able to continue to tamper with anyone's memory now. Irene, Well, I mean the original I was really smart—you remember the little wooden stick she broke that Rand held in his hand that day, it was the necessary medium for him to use that weird ability...More Let’s talk about going out more——we are like this, if we don’t go out, we probably don’t have to go out.”

Eric had no objection, but just stared at Irene with his pale eyes and moved away from him. He sat there for a while, crawled to the corner of the room and opened the door with a switch, and the probe sucked it. After taking two breaths of fresh air, he crawled back unsteadily, with his head slightly lowered, and his delicate face was facing him. It could be seen that the two blushes on his cheeks had faded a bit—compared to Eric’s tortured face in his early years. Body, it is obvious that the self-recovery ability of the young and strong body of the young girl is even more amazing.

"Eric, can you still move?" Perhaps the air circulation injected life into this small secret room, and the girl's tone became relaxed again, "If I can't move, I can only rest here with you for a while, anyway. We shall not meet your ghost brethren for a while—I have no strength left now."

Eric didn't waste his time asking why his little apprentice didn't choose the more sensible course of action—leave the torture chamber for a quicker recuperation, and then go back and take him out.Perhaps it was Rand's shadow that made every brief moment together precious.

Yes, stay together, Eric still stubbornly retains this too beautiful vocabulary, but his thoughts can't help drifting back to the time when his little apprentice just cheated his death many years ago.

What kind of madness and despair is that?When he finally admitted that the elves hiding in the shadows were more irreplaceable than the holy angels.What kind of surprise and unbelievable is that?When he inadvertently touched Rand's rich and pious soul.

Oh, of course, it doesn't look like good luck now.But if I were asked to go back to that time again, even if he didn’t have the amazing talents of my female apprentices, how could I be willing to abandon a soul that is piously kneeling under my musical throne?Eric thought to himself: Moreover, at that time, Rand was so similar to my little Carol—clearly admiring, but so conceited that sometimes it made him feel that the child was not far away like a ignorant mortal. Looking at the majestic and unpredictable ghost, it seemed like a young god sitting high in the clouds reservedly expressed his favor to him.

Probably because they are used to not asking for help from outsiders, two extremely weak people can still struggle to take care of themselves-at least Irene still has the strength to touch the water source to replenish some necessary water for herself.Restraintly took a few sips of moist and smoky throat, Irene also brought two glasses for Eric, both of which were unboiled raw water, and I don't know which underground river the water source came from.

When Irene was playing a clown in the circus, in order to practice her skills, she once threw thirteen solid balls back and forth one after another. Even Li Ailin, a college student who does not work hard, has never discovered that two glasses of water can actually weigh a lot of weight. to such an extent.

It was only a dozen or so steps from the water source to the big bed where the two of them rested, and when Irene arrived, nearly one-third of the two glasses of water had been spilled.But the girl's ending sound is still slightly raised habitually:

"Eric, good news, bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Good news." Eric took the water glass, forced a little smile, and spilled a little more before the trembling palm holding the glass came to his lips.

"The good news is that I was too smart in the past. I seized the time to tell myself the key news. At least we are not ignorant of the situation now." Irene leaned back and let herself fall into the soft big in bed.

"In that strange language?" Eric knew that this was not a good time to ask, but he couldn't help but interjected.

"Well, that's an ancient language from the Far East. Mr. Chenier and I both know it well." The girl looked up at the ghost's distorted profile, but her eyes were a little panic-stricken.

"Ai, Lin?" Eric suddenly called tentatively.Not very coherent, but quite standard Chinese pronunciation.

"Hey! This is my name, um, I mean the name pronounced in that language... How do you know?" The girl's emerald eyes lit up, "Have I told you before?"

"I heard Rand yell once." At this time, it is best to take advantage of the situation and acquiesce, so that that nasty boy will always be the alienated "Mr. Chenier" in little Carol's heart!If Christine had asked him about Raul, he would have done so without hesitation, even at the craziest moment of chasing her.But facing little Carol, Eric didn't know what he was thinking, so he stabbed hard.But the words were out of his mouth, and he didn't have time to regret it. He just lowered his head and stared at his lover's fair and delicate face, trying to capture every subtle expression of the girl.

"It's just that bastard called?" Irene curled her lips, looking very disappointed, but her emerald eyes lit up again immediately, "But that's just a first name, I haven't added a last name yet, my full name should be It's 'Li Aileen', 'Li-Ai-Lin-'..." In the end, the repetition was deliberately slowed down, apparently to let Eric learn to read it again.

"What's the bad news?" But Eric changed the subject abruptly.He even urgently stopped the girl from writing with her fingers in mid-air—if in the past, he would of course be willing to learn more about little Carol's secrets, but now he seems to have to stick to it, and little Carol told him The completely unfamiliar part of him shown will inevitably make people repelled and even slightly panicked.

Irene froze for a moment, seemed to have remembered something, sighed lightly, and stopped insisting.

"The bad news is... I, whether it was before or now, I actually took advantage of the loopholes in the rules—Mr. Chenier just wanted me to forget... the memory from the time I met you until the funeral in the cemetery , but I heard your singing not long ago, and I was lucky enough to temporarily restore this part of the memory, and then I told myself about this memory, um, in that ancient Far Eastern language." Irene frowned as she spoke Frowning, looking very distressed, "This part of the memory didn't last long before it faded from my mind, but the memory of talking to myself was preserved... That is to say, I now know that the past big Some important things, but only limited to 'knowing', like I heard myself tell a story in which I was the main character... Do you understand what I mean?" Speaking of the last sentence, the girl looked rather timid She looked timid.

Of course Eric understood when he looked again into the girl's clear childish eyes that little Carol could never have had.Yes, again, Eric was absolutely sure.Although, such a pair of moving eyes had never been preserved in his poor memory.

"What about my memory? What happened to it?" Eric was silent for a long time, and finally found a suitable topic.

"I don't know..." Eileen paused, and finally said the answer he had doubts about for a long time, "However... rule out the two extremely unlikely options that you have been sleeping until now and knocked your head on the steps of the secret passage , maybe Mr. Chenier's last sacrifice made you lose the ability of short-term memory..."

"Don't worry, sir." Irene smiled very easily, "Or two or three days, or two or three months, if one day your memory really returns to the original place again, I will fill in the missing parts for you part."

The author has something to say: Emma died in a panic in the last chapter, and almost couldn't come back. The brain hole that should be thrown out in this chapter finally came out... half, and the remaining half is estimated to wait for the author in mid-April You will update after the exam... Ahem, no matter what, the hole dug by the baby himself will definitely be filled in on his knees