【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

Thinking of home and my family, I ran out crying along the light, and then I felt that I was so tired that I fell asleep in a daze, alas, I had to admit, my heart is so big, the terrible thing happened on the Near noon the next day, I woke up, yes, I was still alive...

Am I dreaming, I am not dead... I opened my eyes, and in front of me was the face of a strange foreign woman who was almost close to my head. She was very beautiful, with a plump figure, with good features and beautiful features. She was wearing strange clothes, Her round and fair face was red, and her beautiful blue eyes were full of love and affection, staring at me motionlessly, as if admiring some rare treasure.

I was very strange, I just wanted to ask her: "Miss sister, why are you staring at me? I am beautiful! Hehe" But my mouth only made a baby's voice: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I was shocked, The woman was very happy: "Look at my lovely daughter, how beautiful she is, and how beautiful her voice is! Better than a lark singing, my little baby!"

I was stupid, I was paralyzed, she spoke a strange foreign language, but I could understand it, time travel also inexplicably learned a foreign language, scenes flashed by, I sorted out my thoughts, and suddenly I understood: Lightning Strike Yes, I passed away, I crossed time, I became a little fart...Little baby, my mother is now this foreign woman.

I'm smart, but I'm also sad.I was lying uncomfortable, my back was numb, and I also wanted to observe the surrounding environment, the dilapidated house, well, my family was poor, and there was no furniture. There was only an old wooden chair, a small table, and the single table I was lying on in the room. There is a big and new baby cradle next to the bed. I looked sideways and saw another baby. My mother said: "Look at my sister, she is my sister, I am my sister, and sisters love each other deeply." Snuggled up next to me and she looked at me too, but she was really a baby, not thinking like an adult, she was drooling at me...I was speechless...then she wet the bed and I...

Our mother, Paquette Xiang Hua Ge Le Nu changed our pants patiently and carefully. Well, I am also a baby, and I am too... It's too embarrassing, I can't hold back and I'm sorry.Although the two of us peed on the map on my mother's bed, she was not angry, she washed the sheets, she said she loved us, her happiest thing was to take care of us, we were her treasure, and she held us tightly as soon as she came back every day Holding her in my arms, I actually want to tell her that I also like her very much, and that she is a good mother.I just don’t know what happened to my former home, mom and dad.

Days passed, and I slowly accepted the status quo.Because I refuse to drink breast milk (the concubine can't do it), so my mother had to make rice cereal and warm milk for me to drink every day. My sister drank breast milk at first, but later robbed me of food. I can say that I want Hit her... I will bear it... I will break my head with you when we grow up...

Time is as dull as water. When I was a baby, I hated my sister very much. She always hugged me out of breath, drooled at me, and grabbed my rice cereal and milk, but after a long time, I still have feelings. Oh, annoying little kid I also kind of like her, she is my older sister after all, although we don't look alike at all.

My mother liked us very much. She wore a coarse dress, but she prepared embroidered shoes, lace dresses and bibs for us.My elder sister’s shoes are emerald green silk thread, mine are yellow shoes, my mother said, my eyes are more precious than gold, more shining than golden amber, I am a child of gold, my eyes come from my father , but I haven't seen him, and I think he's a nuisance, making mother suffer.We grew up a little bit, she thought for a long time, and named my sister Agnès, which means the god of love, and my name is Muse, which means the goddess of literature and art. I am very happy because I am beautiful and smart, which fits my personality well. Temperament, hahahaha! (Food god is suitable...) Listening to my mother chatting with the neighbor's midwife, I learned that it is medieval Paris, the fifteenth century, and my mother had a difficult labor when I was born. We are lucky to survive and I am very grateful to her , she gave me a second life and treated me so well.Even though she has a shady job, well, I know what she does out there every day, and I know how hard it is for us to live.

I thought life would go on like this. Although Paris in the middle ages is stinky, my mother smells good. In the past, my sister and I would sleep in the cradle when we were full, and my sister would pull me to play. Toys, although I don’t want to play with them, now that we have grown up, we will sleep on the wooden bed when my mother goes out and wait for her to come back. At night, the mother and daughter hug each other, happy and warm, until that day comes, all the tragedies and tragedies in the book The origin of the entanglement, I know where I have been... But I don't know, my arrival, like a butterfly flapping its wings, changed the direction of the story, and the fate of many people... and that annoying prudence ice cubes...