【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

Every night I drool in my dreams and eat snacks. Now I eat black bread all day long, and my teeth are about to be chipped. If a bad guy appears, I can use it as a brick to defend myself. It must be very painful to beat someone.

And the ancient people got up too early every day!Dear sister Esmeralda girl, how do you wake up naturally at three o'clock in the morning every day!When you were a child, you couldn't wake up when someone carried you away!Now she can definitely say a famous saying of her own: "Have you ever seen Paris at three o'clock in the morning, how terrible are self-disciplined people."

Even though we go to bed early, we still don't get enough...and she's like another mom to me now.I don't know when she started to learn the secret technique: "lift your quilt." It's winter now, and my quilt is very hot. In order to prevent me from staying in bed, she would lift my quilt and put Turn off the stove and open the windows... This not only wakes me up, but also freezes me to tears, okay? Isn’t Esmeralda in the book the embodiment of truth, kindness and beauty, you vicious woman, huh!

Well, maybe this is why the eldest sister is like a mother, even though we were born on the same day, who made you so good-looking and me so superficial, I still love you!

Because we have to go out to dance at five o'clock every day, and I have to do tricks, so I squint my eyes every time, put on my clothes, take my walking stick in a trance and sleepwalk, and hang a drawing board to go out with her.Cowards like me are very afraid of the cold. In the winter of November, when I go out at five o’clock in the morning, I wrap myself up like a Christmas package, with my head covered, my hands covered, my stick exposed, and my drawing board hung on the On the neck, it was so warm and beautiful. My sister took a look at me, with a stern face and a small mouth, took off my quilt, and threw it back home from the window with a blank expression...

"My quilt..." I wanted to cry without tears, wearing a white gauze dance skirt in winter, messy in the cold wind, "Is it easy for me? Me, I can give you woolen pants..." My veil was also covered The priest dragged it away, and I could easily catch a cold with my bare head!I was shivering, devastated, and with my eyes closed, I thought, I don't care about the image, I just want to be warm.The long blond hair was blown on my face by the cold wind, and I silently felt the beating of life.

Did my sister post a warm baby? Why is she wearing a blue gauze skirt when she is not cold? Why is this child so cold-resistant?It's not easy to think about her in the book. "You'd better keep up quickly, or the more you move, the colder you will be." I never cry, not because I am strong, but because my tears will freeze into ice.I smoked, sniffed my nose, took my drawing board to block the wind, and followed my sister to Notre Dame de Paris to join my brother and the others.

In the fifteenth century, at five o'clock in the morning every day, in the harsh winter of Paris, a twitching figure slowly walked by in a certain street, rest assured that she did not have a convulsion, but was too cold.

We arrived at Notre Dame de Paris, my brother and everyone were already there, why is everyone so early, the thieves made themselves up as disabled beggars before going out, and waited there environment, and many poor people can only live in this way), the dwarves are walking on stilts, practicing acrobatics.

My sister and I also spread out a bohemian blanket on the floor so we could dance and ask for money, and I also performed a little trick of drawing roses and apples on a drawing board and then pulling them out, for extra money , In the past few months, I have trained a non-poisonous grass snake, Vanessa. When I found it, it was still an egg, so that it could dance with a cane. My sister trained a little goat, Belle, who can choose dates and spell words , that she brought back from a farm in the outskirts of Paris, before it could stand, and my sister painted its horns with golden paint.

Because of the cold weather, I put Vanessa directly in a small wooden box covered with straw to keep it warm, and it sleeps there. I hardly need to feed it, because even if it is cold, it will catch mice at night by itself. It can be said that it is very inspirational to hide from people.

Jiali is not afraid of the cold because she has thick fur.I wittily put my hands under its belly to cover it. It was so warm that it was like spring all the year round. I wanted to try to warm my head and neck. When my sister saw it, she grabbed my ears and dragged me back, warning me not to use it. Jiali covered her hands, "Sister, you are so picky, its wool can be used in many ways." I complained in a low voice with my mouth puckered.

But after a while, a group of Holy See guards wearing beautiful and clean red cross-pattern sweater gowns and gleaming silver armor came out slowly. wave.

When they reached the gate, they lined up in two teams, standing facing each other with serious expressions. Their chief gave an order, and the two guards headed by them stepped forward and slowly opened the gate of Notre Dame.

Then, two rows of monks wearing black thick woolen robes with long white silk skirts exposed and wooden cross necklaces around their necks came in an orderly manner. The two in front held long incense burners like lanterns. , the people behind held candles and carefully lit every oil lamp in the hall, illuminating the huge cross and the statue of the Virgin Mary.A ray of sunlight poured down from the huge glass windows like a kaleidoscope, and shone on the bible on the altar in the middle of the hall.Exquisite long flags hanging from the ground flutter in the wind.Then they began their morning prayers, singing slow psalms.

At that time, in a small secret room at the top of the bell tower of the Notre Dame Cathedral, the priest was also leaning against the window, staring motionlessly at the girl in the white skirt on the square.She was kneeling on the ground in an extremely funny posture, covering her hands with the sheep's belly, and trying to put her head and neck under it. From time to time, she felt that her idea was good, and she grinned sillily, and after a while, another girl grabbed her ear and dragged her away. gone. "It's her again...why does she always look so funny? Only she is so idiotic that she thinks that her head can be put under the belly of a sheep to keep warm." He thought with a bitter smile on his lips.

He often stays up all night recently, and the small window often flashes strange lights at night. Residents near Notre Dame all say that there is an evil wizard living in that hut, who casts spells at night.His desk was covered with thick books, stacks of handwritten notes, a huge cauldron and many flasks.No one knew what he was thinking now, he was tightly clutching something that didn't belong to him - a veil worn by a woman.

I'm so nervous that I don't feel anyone looking at me at all. Instead, I'm very happy now. I call it a day and go home early.Enjoy life lying flat.

After six o'clock, the sky was already bright, the sun came out, and the square was already full of people. Pedestrians, nobles, common people, and merchants gathered more and more, coming and going, and beggars from the Miracle Kingdom began to crowd around. Running around, my brother was wearing a thick woolen coat, crossing his legs leisurely, sitting on a chair and watching secretly. I have to say that I started to envy him.

We are about to start a day of work, and today is also a day full of energy!Well, although I have been drowsy just now, I am only now awake.