[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

Kindness occupies most of the human nature.Not everyone is willing to use morality and law to restrain themselves, but they are always willing to show that they have complied with morality and law.However, when facing Quasimodo, no matter how compassionate and kind-hearted people are, they will frown in disgust and have no compassion for him.His appearance is too ugly, like a demon from hell, baring his teeth and claws to seduce people's malice.For such a deaf and half-dumb person, he can use words to insult and attack without any scruples, without encountering resistance.

In a fixed collective, we can often find this kind of fixed people, and we can collectively call them a Quasimodo.They often have certain defects, such as bad temper, ugly appearance, or clumsy mind. No matter what kind of troubles you encounter, you can push the reason to him; even when you can't find an excuse to shirk at all, you can use him as a ladder to change the subject, and use wanton ridicule and malicious irony to balance yourself psychology.Otherwise, there would be such a kind person like me in this world who would suffer such disasters in vain, and this disgusting and repulsive guy would be unscathed and still sitting in his corner reading a book without knowing it. Too unfair?

The kind people become more kind, and Quasimodo and others fall into an unsolvable trap.Character or mind may find something to make up for, but what about the lack of looks?Teachers will tell children, don't care about beauty and ugliness, the beauty of heart is the most important thing; however, the one they tolerate the most is still the one with the most pleasing appearance.Such cases abound among men, and Quasimodo is only the unluckiest of the unlucky.

From birth to the present, how many ridicules and innocent abuse Quasimodo has suffered because of his appearance is too numerous to count.Even in the present situation, the good people of Paris did not give him the slightest mercy.His miserable roar "Water!" provoked a lot of cynicism.He was naked under the sun, sweating profusely, the wounds on his body were horrific, his tongue stuck out from thirst, and white foam was coming from his mouth.He had to move his lips and tongue that had not been used for many years, only hoping to get a glass of water, but what he got was even more fierce attacks and ridicules.

...that's human nature.Anya looked at Quasimodo who was dying on the stage, thinking indifferently.She didn't think Quasimodo was so pitiful, but she didn't think the status of these Parisians was so noble.After all, it's just fate.Quasimodo should be so ugly by nature, that's why he couldn't get water to drink when he was dying; and Esmeralda was born a beauty, so he met a brave knight when he was in distress.

Want to change your destiny?Can.Either remember not to reincarnate so skillfully next time, or get enough power.However, just like the emperor's new clothes, no matter how powerful the power is, it cannot prevent different voices from being produced.

Anya shook the kettle in her hand, listening to the viscous sound inside, she really didn't understand what Claude's intention was.It is true that such an approach may be to fulfill the plot, but the smell of carrion on the archdeacon's body and this liquid is not like water at all... She was not sure if she really wanted to go forward and give this to Quasimodo, but At this time, Quasimodo, who was tied to the stage, wailed out of breath again: "Water!"

Anyway, Claude is Quasimodo's guardian...and if something goes wrong with Quasimodo, it will definitely hinder the plot.Anya thought for a moment, and decided to put Claude's anomaly behind for the time being, and walked forward.

The crowd seemed to sense something, and flashed to the side one after another.The lamb Jiali, who had been struggling to find her master outside the crowd, finally found her master and ran over bleating.Anya stepped forward with a tambourine in one hand and a kettle in the other.

Quasimodo stared at Anya's figure, his angry expression made Anya feel uncomfortable.She went up the steps to Quasimodo, opened the lid of the jug, and crouched down to his lips.

This was the third time Anya saw Quasimodo, and the first time she was so close to him.Seen up close, Quasimodo looked even uglier.The physical disability is only one, and the perceived ugliness of this man is almost beyond description.When God created man, it seemed that he just randomly made a shape and put him into the mortal world.Really...how could it be so ugly?

Quasimodo raised his eyes to look at Anya, and looked at her intently. After the big and small eyes were exposed, they appeared very clear, black and white.Slowly, a tear accumulated in one of his eyes and flowed down that extremely ugly face.

Anya was holding the pot to his lips, and the tear just fell along Quasimodo's cheek and landed on Anya's hand.The moment hot tears fell on her hands, Anya couldn't help trembling violently.She never expected that Quasimodo would cry because of this... and the eyes that had just shed tears were not as arrogant and vain as she thought before, but like still water, clearly reflecting Out of the shadow of people.

Anya involuntarily met his eyes, then hurriedly moved them away.Probably an illusion, how could she feel that she saw her figure in those eyes?Not the beautiful appearance of Esmeralda's body, but the real herself - black hair and white dress, an oriental face with exquisite features...

Quasimodo stared at her for a moment, as if to impress her face on his mind.Then he lowered his eyes and began to drink water.When his dirty and dry lips touched the liquid in the jug, he couldn't help showing a look of surprise on his face.Anya felt awkward and helpless strangely in her heart, as if she was worried that something would happen to Quasimodo because of the water in the jug... She lowered her head and held the jug as steadily as possible for Quasimodo to drink more After confirming that the pot was empty, he turned around and prepared to leave.

All the onlookers below were moved by this scene. They watched this scene of extremely beautiful and extremely ugly touching, and applauded and shouted: "It's wonderful!"

An old and resentful voice cursed loudly at this moment: "You should be cut to pieces! Egyptian girl! Cut to pieces! Cut to pieces!"

Anya stood on the steps, looking at where the voice came from.A figure was faintly visible between the cave windows of the Roland Tower next to it.Maiden in sackcloth?

"Get off! Get off! You female Egyptian thief, one day you will suffer the same fate up there!" The sackclothed woman cursed loudly, her voice full of hatred.

I don't know if it was affected by Quasimodo's tears just now, but Anya actually felt compassion for the girl in sackcloth.The reason why she hated the Egyptians so much was because her only daughter was abducted by the Egyptians... But now her own daughter was standing in front of her, but she couldn't recognize her at all.If it wasn't for the little shoe in the bag hanging around Esmeralda's neck, how would they recognize each other in the future?A woman is strong as a mother, and the Maiden has spent more than ten years in seclusion in a cave for her daughter...

Anya absent-mindedly walked down the high platform, took the lamb beauty out of the square, and walked towards the way she came.Sure enough, Claude was waiting on the Mill Bridge.He was still holding a telescope in his hand, and he seemed to have been paying attention to the movement over there.

Anya handed him the kettle.The priest took the kettle, shook it lightly, and said, "Did Quasimodo cry?"

Anya was a little surprised, she didn't expect him to see this.She nodded and said, "Yes. But how do you know?"

"Quasimodo's tears are not the tears of ordinary people. Anyone who is bathed in his tears is like undergoing a baptism of the soul, making you pure." Claude had a disgusted expression on his face, He asked coldly, "How is it? This is the taste of kindness."

"You knew Quasimodo would cry early in the morning, but you still let me go up." The smile on Anya's face disappeared, and she said coldly.

"This is a plot." Claude smiled, his eyes fixed on Anya, "Just now the sackclothed woman scolded someone? You weren't angry?"

"Not only am I not angry, I plan to find a chance to reunite their mother and daughter when I leave." Anya sneered, "Aren't you going to tell me the truth? What is in the kettle, and why do we need to maintain the so-called plot ? My duty should be to destroy the original course of fate, right? Why did you let me appear there?"

Claude said flatly: "If Esmeralda doesn't feed Quasimodo to drink water, Quasimodo will lose the opportunity to fall in love with her."

"I don't understand why you must make Quasimodo fall in love with Esmeralda. This is destined to be a tragedy." With Quasimodo?Not to mention that, Esmeralda would probably find it unbearable even if she just spends time together day and night.Quasimodo's ugliness is not ordinary ugliness... Even though he now knows that he should actually have a good heart, this kind of ugliness is really... too hurtful to the eyes.

"I don't need Esmeralda to fall in love with anyone, as long as Quasimodo loves Esmeralda. Quasimodo must fall in love with Esmeralda." Claude gritted his teeth, Anya He could hear hatred in his voice.Claude actually hates Quasimodo?But why?

"But why?"

"On this point, I have already said-if you want to know more, follow me back to Notre Dame."

"What about the plot? Isn't your purpose to maintain the plot?"

"I never said such a thing from the beginning to the end. You have always thought so." Claude said coldly, "Whether the fate is complete or whether it can continue as before, I have never cared."

"Wait, Claude..." Anya frowned, "Okay, I admit that I guessed wrong. But why do you keep insisting that I go to Notre Dame with you?"