【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

The audience was playing and making noise below, but I couldn't hear anything. At this time, my face was flushed, my eyes were staring ahead, and my mind was blank.

"My lord vicar..." I said nervously, but I didn't dare to look at him, my hands were sweating, Claude was holding it too tightly!

"Actually, you can call me by my name... just like I call you Miss Salome now, maybe I can just call you Salome!" Claude leaned over, put his nose close to my side face, and looked at me gently. Curling my eyelashes, she paused and said, "... or Xiaosha! Or... or dear! Dear Mrs. Frollo!"

"What did you say!" I pursed my mouth in surprise, opened my eyes and turned to look at him suddenly. Unfortunately, because it was so sudden, I saw his face right in front of my eyes, and my nose touched him. The tip of his nose!His gray blue eyes looked into mine with a slight smile, and I could even feel his warm breath!My ears were red, and my whole body seemed to be smoking.

"So... do you agree with this name..." Claude looked at me like a boiling kettle, and suddenly felt amused. He squinted his eyes and smiled smirkly to tease me. He pretended to kiss me look.

"My lord! I suddenly remembered that I was in a hurry! Hehe! My little snake, Vanessa, is hungry, and I'm going to feed it!" Although I knew that it was impossible for him to destroy his solemn and solemn image in public, I watched His lips that were getting closer and closer immediately stood up like a spring under his legs, smiled dryly, and then quickly turned his back to him.

He just looked at me with a smile on his face, didn't let go, and looked at his black gemstone ring with an expression of disbelief.

I haven’t realized that he doesn’t believe me, so I rolled my eyes, bit my lip, closed my eyes confidently, and continued to make up: “Vanessa will kill the mouse when she’s hungry, maybe she will bite the mouse into the church.” Look for me! I still have to clean up...it's super scary~"

Looking at the speechless Claude, I shook my head smugly by the way, and bared my teeth and claws at him with an "ow".

"Are you scared hahahaha!" I crossed my hips and laughed, showing a row of white teeth. This smile is a proof of health haha.

"Really... Then you clean up Notre Dame! Then you can't go anymore, can't you... What else can you do if you just crawled on the ground looking for a seat! Are you trying to deceive me, are you really I'm not good at lying..." Claude looked at me speechlessly, and then this guy unexpectedly grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms. My head rested on my neck, and even more Shame on me sitting on his lap!

"Ahhh! Claude! You beast!" I raised my head with a blushing face, bared my teeth and whispered to Claude, "Are you crazy! There are so many people!"

"Lean against the partition, others can't see... You are really right, little witch, I am a beast, I am crazy, it is because of you!" Claude hugged me calmly, and put my head I pushed back his shoulders again, and buried my face tightly in the stand-up collar of his incense-filled teaching robe.

"I... I've convinced you, can't it be okay..." I kicked my legs desperately, turned my head 45 degrees on his shoulder with difficulty, facing his chin, with a mournful face.

"No." Claude lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at my wrinkled little face, and said two words calmly with a smile.

I almost spit out old blood when I heard his calm answer: "Then what are you going to do, what good is it for you to embarrass me..." I thrashed in his arms and struggled to death One pass, no use at all.

"What do you think! Guess! You should ask your devil master, my child!" Claude hugged me and leaned on the back of the chair leisurely, grabbed my little hand with his right hand and nodded on my forehead one time.

"Pfft!" I almost didn't come up in one breath, and angrily hit his chest three times with my small hand.

"Then...then I can exchange something with you, can't I..." I cried helplessly and cheated on him.

"It depends on what is worth changing you out of my arms." Claude kissed my hair hard.

"Well, you let me go, I'll make it out for you!" I pouted sadly.

"No, just change like this."

"Then let go of my right hand and I'll change! I promise I won't lie to you! Can't I run away! Slightly slightly!" I stuck out my tongue at him.

He hesitated and slowly let go of my hand, looking at me with interest.

I had no choice but to perform magic in such a strange posture for the first time. I grabbed the small drawing board next to the seat, sat helplessly in his arms, and quickly drew a rose, "Three, two, one ..." The index finger turned around in front of his eyes, and the rose on the toilet paper disappeared, and appeared in my hand in a blink of an eye. I proudly put the flower under his nose: "Amazing! Hee hee Hee! Praise me!"

Claude took the rose and shook it in front of his eyes: "This is the little trick of you gypsy witches, Salome, you don't want to just dismiss me like this, just leave me and go away!" His The face moved a little closer to me.

"It's not over yet! Pat!" My hand waved in front of him, and I snapped my fingers suddenly. The rose in his hand burst into small fireworks and turned into a black satin purse with long silver tassels. The tassels dangled from between his fingers.

"This is..." Claude looked curiously at the purse in his hand, looking at the words on it, the silver cross, the Latin word for "companion", and his name.

"This is an oriental purse, you can use it as a purse and a sachet... I will not tell you that this is a gift from me! I will not tell you that I have prepared it for several days! Hee hee hee! Don't get me wrong Just thank you! Hmph! I hope you won’t be so lonely, and make more friends, God bless you! Smelly face!” I had a terrified expression on my face, and smiled big while holding the expression of not being quick to praise me.

Claude stared blankly at this little gift, without saying a word, and stared at it for a long time, I turned my face and smiled at him, he was silent for a long time, and he even choked up!

"Oh! Claude! What's the matter with you, I'm stupid. Actually, don't you like this! I can give you something else! Actually, your face is not so gloomy! You still have many friends, For example... um... me? And... my brother? Quasimodo...does it count?" I hurriedly scrambled in his arms, patting his chest and back with both hands, not expecting that he had What a friend, this consolation is too much of a failure, which pot does not open and which pot I really am!I tousled my hair and leaned my head back on his shoulder in frustration.

"Thank you, Salome! I really like it!...this is the second best gift I've ever received in 30 years...and my first holiday gift! Nobody ever did... "Claude stabilized his mood, tied the purse firmly around his waist, gently touched my hair, raised his head, straightened his back, and a drop of cold tears dripped down his chin. the corners of my mouth.

"The second best... so what is your first favorite gift? Did your parents give it to you? Or your brother gave it to you! Or..." I lay on Claude's shoulder curiously asked him in a childish voice.

"It's not...it was given to me by God! No! It was given to me by a magical fate! It's..." Claude hesitated to speak.

"What the hell is that?" My curiosity exploded in an instant.

"...You!" There was another burst of bewildered silence. After Claude said this word, he held my hand tightly again, blushing again.

"Oh, me..." I heard the answer to his favorite gift, and then...

"What! Me! Me! Me!" My ultra-long reflex arc suddenly turned back, I raised my head suddenly, my golden eyes opened wide and looked at Claude's eyes in shock, and the pupils trembled.

"Don't be so surprised! Is your favorite gift me?" Claude pressed my head back to his neck blankly and whispered in my ear.

"I..." I felt shy and nervous all over my body, I didn't know how to answer properly: "I can't...but I...in fact, I also..."

"When will it start, Pierre! Do you want us to stare at your ugly face all day long! We want to watch a miracle drama! Start quickly, you wretch!" The shout came from the front, which interrupted my entanglement. It turned out to be the naughty John the Miller, who hugged the pillar and shouted jokingly: "If you don't act again, the poor poet and his angels will all be sent to the gallows!" Let them play for God! Go and annoy God!"

"Hey! My dear brother, can't you talk about that damn complaint later..." Claude was interrupted by John before he could hear his answer, his face was full of unhappiness, and he gently touched The back of my head muttered sadly to me.

I held Claude's bitter face and felt so funny.

There was an uproar at the bottom, "Yeah! When will it start! We're going to hang you! What are you waiting for!" The audience was impatient and full of anger, but now John started, and they started talking Complained endlessly.

"Calm down! Guys! How can you start before the cardinal and the princess arrive? It's not in accordance with the rules! Why do you have to embarrass a scholar like me! It's so rude! It's against elegant Disrespect for art..." The poet, who was scared out of his wits by the threats of the crowd, shivered and shivered out of the backstage under the push of the panicked actors.

It was a young man in a shabby short robe, with a cold red face, light brown curly hair, many playful freckles on his face, with a frightened expression on his face, holding a rolled up salsa in his hand Scrapbook script, I dare say the hat on his head is even more worn out than my brother’s, it’s so worn out with patches that the original color can’t be seen clearly, and it’s full of small holes like it’s been bitten by a mouse. It can't keep out the cold or the rain. Maybe he just wears it to prove that he has a hat. Two big patches are sewn on each knee of the gray sweater pantyhose. Where did I pick up the broken pointed-toed flat shoes, and I shivered with fright.

"Stop talking nonsense, execute this poet!" There was another burst of shouting and cursing from below, and Gringoire almost collapsed and sat on the ground.

"God, Monsieur Gringoire, he's in big trouble this time." Claude held my hand and shook his head sympathetically.

"Yeah, he's such a poor Yazi, why don't I help him, he's about to be eaten alive by the audience, look at this poor guy, he's about to faint from fright..." I shook Claude's hand Arms, honestly.

"Then I'll go with you, and we'll come back together...you can't leave my side, we have to watch it together!" Claude agreed to me hesitantly, and then hugged me tightly: "Today is my The happiest holiday ever! I really hope that every important day in this life will be with you..."

I also hugged him tenderly, patted his back lightly, and said quietly in my heart: "Me too...".

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