【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

The height of Notre Dame in the severe winter is warmer, thanks to the solemn milky white marble fireplaces, the girl's crisp laughter and footsteps pass through the pure white arched doors, and Claude and I are in the "Racing" on the plain masonry spiral staircase, we ran faster and faster, and the monks behind had no choice but to run behind us.

I was out of breath, and I pinned my cane, which had been used as a crutch since I climbed to the eighth floor, to my belt. I held onto the marble handle with my small brown hands that shone softly like sunlight, and stretched out my scratched, soft palms. The pink fingertips gently wiped off the fine sweat on my forehead. The girl's round cheeks were slightly flushed with laughter, and the sweet and warm sweat was exuding from her hair. I bit my lip and puffed out one side of my face.

I raised my head and looked at Claude, who was one more step away from victory. He just stood there in a calm manner, looking down at me with dignified hands, with a pointed nose, a high bridge of the nose, and a shaved back. He, with faint shadows around his eyes, his blue eyes shone slightly, sharp and melancholy, but one side of his mouth was slightly raised, his appearance was affectionate and focused, really like an eagle.A picture of a black-feathered eagle spreading its wings and perched on the branches of pines and cypresses among the snow peaks appeared in front of my eyes. My outrageous mind automatically changed to Claude's face. I laughed out loud thinking about it, unconsciously. With a bright smile, revealing a row of shiny white teeth, golden eyes looking up at him.

"Claude, why don't you leave? You have already won! Oh, long legs are good, but I can't compare to you. Now I really admire you." I waved my hands and muttered, panting heavily, bending Bend down and knock on your legs. There is no elevator in Notre Dame. These monks are really tired from climbing this way every day. Claude is too powerful.

I have been running just now, and even jumped up two steps at a time, but I couldn't catch up with Claude. He is like a fast-moving black cloud, and he usually walks super fast. His time always seems to be precious. I I was wondering if it was saved by walking quickly.He is also always very busy, always has endless sermons, lectures, and books, and now he has endless conversations with me, and he still wants to play with me.

"My lovely child, aren't you a lady who is always energetic? Why did you give up to this old man like me?"

"But you won! I know you won, you know, I won't lie. You are so kind, you are willing to play with me, I love you." I jumped up and smiled sincerely at him, Lifting her small head, she paused, looked at his deep eye sockets, and continued seriously: "And you are not old at all."

"Really..." Claude didn't seem tired at all, he turned around with a leisurely smile, leaned against the handrail and looked at me sideways, staring at the top of my hair at the top of the stairs.

He has walked thousands of times on every road of Notre Dame de Paris.In spring, summer, autumn and winter, he touched every brick and stone in the cloister alone. He remembered every relief in Notre Dame, every piece of stained glass on the rose window, and only the twelve saints in the painting accompanied him. In every corner, there is only a lonely figure in the desolate Garden of Eden, the sun is pouring down from the relief columns, and the dust from the ancient time and space is floating in the air of the church, with tiny light spots shining slightly.He had lived this kind of barren life for a long time, and loneliness accompanied him, as long as a century.

Now he always felt that the thirteenth-century moth-eaten eucalyptus at the back door of Notre-Dame de Paris had also become alive.

He looked seriously at the long, flashing eyelashes and the tip of the delicate nose of the girl he loved. The sweat bead on the girl's pink cheeks without makeup was like the brightest star on her crown of hair. Beizhu, he carefully watched the way the girl wiped her sweat. She was holding a black cloak, her lips were curved, and she looked up at him mischievously. Her smile was warmer and brighter than the sun, as if winter could bring early summer. The breeze, the lonely earth is also scattered with small golden flowers.

Claude thinks he already knows his wife Salome very well - because she is always easy to see through.This girl has no heart, can never learn to lie, she always maintains love and kindness to everyone, and likes to worry about her dear friends, never really gets angry with anyone, only solves the problem on the spot.

She is like a pool of clear spring water, warm, simple, sincere, childish, and a bit stupid and smart, with a strange brain circuit, and she has suffered a lot in life, but her heart is always soft and can't save anything. Careless, but very easily heartbroken.

Salome is always like that, always makes him unconsciously want to give her the tenderness of his life, wants to be good to her forever, appreciates her, just like appreciating the most beautiful painting, she is his sweetest dream .He loves her dearly, like a little boy guarding the sweetest and most precious candy. For a child, a candy is all the joy of life, and she is the candy of his soul. Why, why do people like her People will fall in love with him... He is more grateful to God for bringing him Salome, and now he feels that he should be a gentle husband, not an eccentric old man, and there is a kind of joy in his heart. Excuse me.

I raised my eyebrows and winked at him, and I didn’t want to play anymore when I lost. I twisted my waist and lay on the steps, with my hands on my face, my eyes wide open honestly, and my lips pouted: "Claude~ let me rest for a while I really can't walk anymore, I feel that my whole body has been sublimated, my legs don't listen to me anymore, look~" I lay on my stomach, raised my two little feet, and shook them delicately.

The cultivator behind me doesn't want to leave at this time, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't.He was in a hurry to inform the old bishop, but he couldn't walk over a girl's body, that would be too rude, let alone the wife of the vicar bishop.

'However, such a beauty should not come in and out of the church at will. For example, the charming appearance of the archdeacon's wife can easily shake the hearts of the monks. The monk's eyes drifted, and he accidentally saw my legs. He also has a mistress, but he has never seen such a beautiful woman. It seems that there is indeed a reason for the archdeacon to prevent women from entering the church. He is afraid of such a beautiful woman It appeared that some "priests" would force her to be happy, and this monk now has the same idea. Isn't the bishop not married yet, and she is not considered a wife.

Some priests and nuns are not sincere believers in God, but some dissolute aristocratic men and women who come to "practice" in order to get money, power and women by relying on the power of the Holy See. Churches and monasteries are their "happy" places. Great place to be, and has been for centuries.

It is common for nuns and priests to have many lovers and illegitimate children. Even the pope has disclosed his mistresses and illegitimate children. The church still needs to have a moral face. As for the interior, dark or dirty, there is no question. People care, the ignorant Parisian people have nothing to do with themselves, hang high, the power is still in the hands of the church, and the church is still everyone's belief.

I'm used to being untidy, I want to pay attention to my manners, but sometimes I accidentally forget, my eyes are full of Claude, and I forget that there are other monks around me.

"Damn it! I'm sorry, my child, you can't do this." Claude saw me showing my legs and feet coquettishly to him, and saw the monk next to me swallow his saliva, as if he wanted to follow my eyes Legs slide up.

Claude immediately sullen, ran down with a "thump", hugged me tightly, and wrapped my legs tightly with a cloak. In his arms, I was wrapped by Claude like a baby. He stared at the trembling monk with a dark face, his expression was painful and tangled, and he whispered to me, "No."

"I... Did I do something wrong again, I'm sorry, Claude." I looked at him blankly.

"No, Xiaosha, you haven't made any mistakes. I just don't want anyone to covet you. I hate them thinking about you." Claude first comforted me gently, then raised his head and widened his eyes , with a dark face, reprimanded the monk mercilessly, and stared at the man gloomyly for a while: "Sir, you need to repent of your greed. What is the sin of coveting other people's wives? Even if you die of shame and cannot Going to heaven, as a ghost wandering in the world, is also the most shameful kind!"

"I'm very sorry, my lord, I will repent of my actions, ma'am, please forgive me." The monk felt the extreme coercion from Claude and was very scared.

I hurriedly waved my hand awkwardly: "Well, it's okay, I was wrong, I forgot the occasion I was in just now, I was rude."

Claude was still very nervous about my appearance, and specifically emphasized that I was protected by him, and that he married me: "Hmph... I want to protect my wife! No one can touch her except me! Everyone has to remember, She is under my protection, you can do it yourself."

"Claude, don't be so nervous, he is a monk, he won't do anything to me, he is not Captain Phoebes." I comforted Claude easily, I don't know why he looked like an enemy look.

"Phoebes is just a lecherous idiot, here he can be regarded as a 'high-spirited' person... Xiaosha, you don't know how complicated and dark the private lives of priests and nobles are, what kind of dirty things do they do? Dirty business... Girls like you are especially dangerous, I don't want you to know, I just want to live with you, I don't expect anything, I only have you enough, you are a little sweetheart, I have to Protect you." Claude carried me up the stairs quickly, fell far away from the monk, and explained to me in a very small voice next to my ear. When it came to this, he was very serious and gloomy, and There was a bit of heartbroken expression on his face, and the ease when he was playing with me was gone.

With tears in my brows, I looked at his chin worriedly, and pressed against his stubble: "I'm sorry... I always don't understand anything, and I make you worry."

I finally know how difficult it is for Claude in the church and the court. People like him absolutely can't understand those people who do things wrong. Although he is smart and eloquent, if he doesn't like those people, he will show no mercy If he exposes and criticizes those people, tears away their fig leaf, and makes his colleagues unable to step down, he must often be tripped up by villains.Claude was born noble, talented, and willing to work hard, so he was hated even more. His subordinates respected him on the surface and feared his status, but they laughed at him secretly when they were having fun.

He was also lonely and stubborn by nature, disdain to be with villains, and he had few friends among his colleagues in the ruling and opposition parties. Only his students knew what he was like, so they were willing to be his friends. He's the only one here.

Fortunately, the Duke of Comont Elans admired him very much in the court. The old man was regarded as Claude's friend. Although the Duke of Lance was also famous for his sensuality, he was not ignorant because of his outstanding military exploits.Relying on his handsomeness, he likes to flirt with women, show mercy everywhere, and always fights with others at will.Because of his charge in the Roman battlefield, he was promoted from Viscount of Reims to Duke of Reims in less than five years, but he was notoriously afraid of his wife.His daughter is the tigress Patricia, and his son-in-law is the Duke of Paris—the Cardinal Balque who was raped by his wife in the Valley of Love. Simple resemblance, almost like a father and daughter, Xiaosha is much gentler than Mrs. Patricia, and more like the Duke of Lance, but how can an Egyptian girl have any connection with the Duke of Lance.

"However, there are plenty of people who look alike," Claude thought: "Maybe all beautiful faces have similarities." But the three brothers and sisters Xiaosha, Esmeralda and Cloban all look very good, A family where no one looks like anyone else is outrageous.

"No...it's not you who made me worry, Xiaosha, don't be sad. You don't need to know anything! You are too precious, and I love you the most, so I'm afraid you will suffer. With me here, don't be afraid, I just I'm afraid I can't protect you, and what I'm most afraid of is losing you." I withdrew my thoughts, and Claude smiled warmly at me, narrowing his foggy blue eyes: "Xiaosha, you won, no matter what you want to do with me No matter what, I will always automatically lose to you."

I shyly covered my mouth and laughed, leaning on his shoulder: "No, is that still comparable~ You will coax me, of course I believe that you will protect me forever, you are my knight, and even more so. Your patron saint, I also hope that I can protect you too."

"But a person can only have one patron saint, and your patron saint is your little bag." Claude pouts at the golden little bag exposed between the cloak on my chest, a little regretful.

"Then don't you pray to the Holy Mother day and night, and bless me to find my mother sooner, so that I will only have you." I touched the kit and looked at his side face with a smile.

"To tell the truth, I was praying last night, I was praying that my mother would show up before we go to bed, so that you would have no reason to torture me... My love, you are so sultry, you are so delicate, vaguely There is still a little graceful in it, sometimes it does not match your gorgeous appearance, more like the oriental girl I read in ancient books."

"Then what ancient books have you read~ Hurry up and read it to me." I hugged his neck excitedly, smiled coquettishly: "I want to hear it, as long as you say a few words, I will know~ If you don't tell me, I won't forgive you!"

"Then I said... the embroidered bed was leaning against Jiao Wuna, chewing red velvet, and spitting at Tan Lang with a smile. (Latin note: Subridensettenerasmandensingramineflores, exspuensinamicacolit.) Just like you that night, we shared the same bed, yours Xiaozui always likes to spit at me with your blond hair in his mouth, and even bites my belt." Claude blushed, looked at my shy golden pupils, lowered his brows and pursed his lips with a light smile, and told me softly Latin: "There is also the love of "the living can die, and the dead can live" in "The Peony Pavilion", (Latin note: "The Peony Pavilion": Vivenspotestmori, morspotestvivere) Xiaosha, you are the woman in my dream, let me My soul came back from the dead and ignited the fire of my love, it’s so wonderful.” Finally, he solemnly summed it up to me.

"You only read these things. The priest always watches some romantic words and dramas, and boils sugar for me. You remember being coquettish to you. I'm not afraid that people with ulterior motives will say that you don't learn well~" The girl's eyes fluttered, With a charming attitude like water, she bit her lip and leaned on his chest.

"I'm not afraid, I read all kinds of books, what are those books...I think about you all day, that's why I don't study well; I miss you every day, that's why I don't study well! You can make me no longer suffer, no longer If you don't get distracted...you marry me, I'll be fine." Claude leaned against my lips with a deep voice, and with his black gloved hands, he gently twisted a strand of my golden hair lovingly.

I remember the early winter when our gypsies had just migrated, and we hadn’t seen any snowflakes. It’s the end of the silver winter recently, and the snow in Paris is getting bigger and more frequent. The creator is afraid that people won’t see the snow. The pure world always covers the bright and bright sky with thick gray clouds, and sprinkles the ground with pale hoarfrost like salt grains, and on foggy days, white snow slowly floats up.

The top of the main building, the office and living room of the old bishop, is the closest place to heaven.

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