【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

"Please don't scare me, it's not my fault, everyone!" Gringoire covered his head with his hands, avoiding a small stone that flew over.

"Don't be afraid, I'm coming~" I imitated Xiong Er's voice, waving my arms and squeezed out from the crowd.Claude pulled my cane and followed me closely. His majesty made people make way for him automatically.

"Holy Mother bless! No, what trouble are you making again, Miss Salome, I am already troubled enough. Dear Master, what should I do, please help me... I have not eaten for several days I've had a full meal, and this play is all my wealth and effort! I'm going to starve to death..." Gringoire complained to Claude behind me in a tearful tone.

"I... I'm here to save you! Don't be ignorant of good people!" I jumped in front of Gringoire, stared at him exaggeratedly, with a smirk, he thought I was here to make trouble hahaha , he still had an unbelievable look on his face.

"You help me...? How can you help me? Don't brag. I can't handle it alone. Ignorant little girl. You know, there is nothing scarier than an angry crowd." Gringoire thought of what happened just now There was a cold war.

"Maybe this little girl can really appease the irritable audience, Monsieur Gringoire." Claude looked at me who was shaking his head and smiled and said to him: "After all, what could be worse than the current situation?" Is it bad?"

"Okay..." Gringoire thought for a while, and after a rotten carrot flew over, he finally hesitated and made up his mind: "Then you can solve it, little girl."

"Don't worry, I'm smart! Haha, leave the mess to me, don't worry! Let's go!" After speaking, I took Claude and Gringoire to the side of the stage and started my performance.

I bowed on the stage as a gesture, and the restless crowd immediately fell silent.

"Hi everyone, I'm Salome, a street dancer! Next, I'll perform the opening show of the Holy Miracle Play! Please show me your face! Let us happily wait for the arrival of Lord Cardinal and Princess!" I said with a happy and sweet said the voice.

"Okay! Come on a beauty! So this goddamn idiot shrine drama isn't too bad! Come on!" John and the group of college students yelled excitedly on the beam.

I bowed slightly, and suddenly started dancing, singing and dancing. This time, in order to correspond to the festive atmosphere, I chose the combination of Egyptian belly dance and cane dance. I smiled sweetly and twisted rapidly The waist is bent, the bell ribbon around the waist is jingling, and the two small hands with the bell bracelets are turned up and down to cover the little face, and then playfully opened again.

My cane is still in Claude's hand!I glanced at him while jumping. At this time, he was silently holding his hands and looking at me with a cane. I winked at Claude with a single eye: "Cane! Claude! Throw it away!" Give it to me!" Claude was still looking at me fascinated and didn't respond, I secretly waved at him again, he saw that I had already settled down, I... what should I do...

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Gringoire came back to his senses and reminded him: "Master! Master! What are you thinking..."

Our lord vicar came to his senses, glanced at the poet guilty, and waved his hand with a reddish face. The billowing of his big black robe created a line of gorgeous golden waves. I flew here, I tiptoed lightly, kicked my legs and jumped up high. I grabbed the cane firmly in the air for a moment, and the silver ends of the cane were shining. The crown shells on her head gleamed in the pillars of sunlight from the rose window, white ribbons and feather tassels fluttered with the golden hair.

"Good! Great dance! Beautiful!" Gringoire cheered, squinting his green eyes, and the freckles on his face danced happily. The mouth grows big.

"At this moment, I feel that I am King B! Hahaha, I am so happy!" I rolled my big eyes, trembling in my heart.

"Claude, well done!" I smiled affirmatively at Claude with my teeth bared, and secretly gave a thumbs up. Claude turned his face slightly proudly and awkwardly, and secretly smiled .

I watched him purse his lips and secretly smiled, and began to combine with belly dance, twirling his cane like dancing a sword to drive a sheep, throwing it high and spinning.

Along with the dance, I lightly opened my vermilion lips, opened my white teeth slightly, and sang the grand and magnificent tune of the Hebrew "Exodus" (Note: Exodus, Greek? ξοδο?; meaning: go out; Greek Hebrew: ????????,;Sh?touch?, the allusion comes from the Old Testament of the Bible): "This is my land, God gave me this land; gave me this brave and ancient land land;

The morning light breaks from the hillside;

I can see children playing freely;

so follow me

Walk with me on this lovely land;

I am but a man, when you walk with me;

Under the Lord's protection, I know I can be strong

so follow me

Walk with me on this lovely land;

Although I am only one person, when you walk with me!

......"

As I sang, I grinned at Claude, danced, and turned my hands to his playful and enchanting face.

"That's not bad! Isn't it, venerable Master Claude! She is amazing, she is so beautiful, I can't believe it, she has been wandering around without a day of school! She is still young, Hebrew That's so good! You know, I studied literature at school and I took you as my teacher when I went to college. But as far as my Latin is not bad, my Greek is not bad, but my Hebrew is not very good. She The grammar is very good, right..." Gringoire chatted to the silent Claude in admiration.

When Claude heard my song, he was amazed - not just because of Medusa's beauty or siren's voice, but he had no idea I could speak Hebrew!The purse I gave him just now was written in Latin. He didn't understand why a homeless girl who performed on the street had so much knowledge!It's unbelievable!

"These are all knowledges of theology! The general scholars in Notre Dame and University City are not fluent in Hebrew. How can she be so proficient! She is also familiar with the knowledge of the Bible! Could it be that she is really omniscient with magic? The devil witch! Although there is printing now, it is not popularized yet. The thick bible cannot be read by ordinary citizens with their own eyes. Can draw and write Latin! How does Salome have so much knowledge!" Claude stared at me deeply, his brows were slightly frowned, and his gray-blue eyes were like earthquakes, as if he had a new understanding of me at this moment. Knowing, subverted his three views.

Claude lowered his eyes and thought secretly, his long eyelashes fluttering quietly in the dark and deep eye sockets, his gray-blue affectionate eyes were hidden in the darkness: "I only know that she is a stunning young beauty, a wandering jeep Sai Snake Demon is a female devil! But she is also a simple, superficial, shrewd, clever, and fun-loving little girl... It seems that she is still a remarkable little girl! She really came from hell!"

"Should I have a better understanding of her soul, her mind, and her inner being... You are more interesting like this! You make me more curious... Miss Salome Gorgon! My lovely child...you are not only my eternal love, but also my eternal confidant! I just realized that our souls are so close...we really are a perfect match! I seem to be completely obsessed with you , but I enjoy it, the closer I get to you, the more I get to know you, the more I love you... It feels like being stuck in a terrible swamp, but I love this feeling, I am willing to fall into you swamp of love..."

"The Bible turned into a siren singing for joy on her lips, and I, the priest, was also a servant under her beautiful dancing skirt. This time, Saint John fell in love with the witch princess... Oh, this is really ironic, but ...This is really lucky!" He was thinking like this, his gloomy face showed an expression of joy that he had never seen before, and the lonely and silent flame in his heart seemed to be discovered by someone suddenly, and this person who discovered it was his favorite Girl!It's his lover!This is the luckiest thing in the world!The gray-blue eyes looked at me, and the figure flying all over the field shone with complex lights. Is it doting, lust, love, or appreciation? All kinds of emotions are mixed together, even God can’t tell the feelings of this person ...

I still don't know Claude's deep thinking about me. As a jumping singer, I still happily sing the Bible to everyone, bouncing left and right, clapping my little hands lively, raising my left and right hands, and jumping Then, interacting with everyone, everyone turned into a chorus one by two, and the accompaniment of the Holy Miracle Play and the bands of the idlers also joined me.

I took the opportunity to run over and grabbed Claude and Gringoire's hands and jumped together. Claude immediately slapped Gringoire's hand that was holding me hard. The little poet felt inexplicable, and once again He took my hand, Claude gave him a hard look, Gringoire turned his face away in doubt, and shuddered all over.

I, Claude, pretended to be stern, and stared at my side face affectionately, without looking away, and let me drag him to fly all over the stage, while Gringoire was very happy, and followed me all the way. .

The audience followed me and danced crazily, and the church gradually turned into a disco dance scene. The ascetic monks around lowered their heads tightly and muttered such as: "witch", "blasphemy", "seven sects" "Sin", "the gods will make their hearts clean"... They whispered to each other, wringing their hands vigorously, frowning tightly, with serious faces, and tried their best not to look at the stage, but they still couldn't help it. Keep sneaking a glance or two at the girl in the middle of the stage.

The envoys and nobles in the VIP seats stood up and clapped their hands dignifiedly. A few mistresses of the noble ministers expressed disdain for me and kept rolling their eyes at me. The women shook their bodies happily and clapped their hands. Time turned into an ancient concert!

"Woohoo! I feel so good! I've never felt so good! Ahhh!" John and his college friends shouted frantically, squinting their eyes, tossing their hair back and forth, and ferociously grabbing the young face , I laughed instantly when I saw his appearance.Shaved and bald divinity students rode like horses on beams and twirled and waved their arms to my dance and music.

Towards the end, the drummer beat the drum with all his strength, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Waving a handkerchief.

I raised the arms of Claude and Gringoire high, and Gringoire and I danced to the audience, laughed, and slightly bent our knees to signal, Claude let me hold it tightly and pursed his lips , proudly, with her head held high, her back straight and tall, she glanced at me with pride on her face.

There were applause, cheers and shouts from the audience, and I looked at everyone happily in the middle.

Claude whispered to Gringoire sternly behind me: "Why did you touch her hand just now!"

"She was the one who got me first, my lord." Gringoire replied in a low voice, rolling his eyes in fear.

"Then why did you get started again for the second time! And you said you didn't touch it!" Claude was so angry that his eyes were burning.

"I... I just, this is a performance, an interaction, isn't it, sir..." Gringoire stammered.

"By the way, my lord archdeacon, I just touched Salome's little hand. The skin and fingers are so soft, and the palm is warm and soft... It's really comfortable to pull! If I can keep pulling, or kissing Dear..." Gringoire's face was full of aftertaste, and Claude wanted to strangle him to death.

"Go to hell! Damn you! Go to hell!" Claude suddenly gritted his teeth angrily and grabbed Gringoire by the collar, picked him up, and pushed him back.

I looked back and found the poet who was at a loss and his face was covered with a circle, and his back hit the screen board. He cried and said to Claude in shock: "Teacher, what's wrong with you! Why are you so angry? I just started a joke..."

"Hmph! Don't touch Salome! And don't make any jokes about her!" Claude put his hands tightly in the black robe, with a look of resentment and jealousy on his face, and turned to look at the bewildered b me.

"Claude..." I looked around in a panic.

What I didn't expect was that he suddenly stared at me sadly for a long time because of jealousy, then slowly approached my side face, and finally whispered to me in a pitiful and sad pleading tone: "Except for me , don't want other men to hold your hand, okay...I don't want it, I hate it, I'm jealous! I wouldn't hate anyone, but now I hate all the men who can touch you except me, I can't be fair Pulling you, please don't treat me like this, it's not fair...unless, you belong to me forever..."

"Claude, you don't know, I feel the need to tell you, I actually love..." I blushed and looked into his eyes, determined to express my heart to Claude, and was about to blurt out.

"The carriage of the princess and the cardinal has arrived! Everyone, come and see!" Everyone ran out with a bang.

"My dear vicar! We are going out to meet the princess and the cardinal, please come now!" A monk with a white beard whispered to Claude from the audience.

Claude watched deeply as I took a few steps back and staggered off the stage, leaving only me at a loss and Gringoire whose back ached to death.

"Ah, why is my confession always interrupted! I missed a single word! It seems that today is not an auspicious day for confession..." I pouted and looked at Claude's back helplessly, deeply deeply lost.

"I have to go to the rehearsal, my back...beautiful girls are always so cute and lovable, but sometimes they are also troublemakers...Thank you, Miss Salome, you saved my life anyway. Thank you for the performance!" Gringoire's broken hat covered his face, he put it back on, stood up with difficulty and walked backstage.

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Boring author's small theater:

Welcome everyone to chat in the comment area.A boring author who often causes swollen gums (bushi) due to mysterious reasons, passed by, and today brings a self-portrait full of artistic flavor|＼＿/|From the single dog author

-x-|Lonely gaze.

＼________／|laziness with a hint of || disdain.

＼ノThe gums on the right face are swollen (((/￣￣￣￣(/ヽ) with a round of nobility.

Poor nuns guard against arrogance, poor nuns guard against impetuosity, poor nuns are very calm.

The author uses a self-portrait to town the building (funny)

Boring sitcom:

The warm shop in the side room of Notre Dame de Paris on a rainy night is incompetent: "One more thing~ I think I need someone to kiss my cheek, so my teeth will get better *^_^*"

(Readers: "Author Pigeon, do you think this request is reasonable-_-||")

Clueless: "One more thing! I think..."

(Readers: "No, you don't want to, you go ahead~ hit you~ everyone is sleepy, three, two, one, lie down! zzz...")

Incompetent: "Okay...good night~" (weakly put on the quilt zzz...

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