【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

This is Claude's small world. Even the bishop has never entered this small secret room. This is the place where he studies some knowledge and "secret techniques" assiduously, and it is also the place where he can relax the most.

His life is as miserable as I expected. There is nothing but books and experimental equipment on the dilapidated big desk. In the quiet small room, only a faint sound of breathing can be heard. Leaning in his arms, it seems that even his peaceful heartbeat can be heard.

"Do I count as entering his life..." My thoughts also became sad: "But, I want to keep a distance of Notre Dame from him." It seems that every minute and every second from this moment on is extremely precious Now, I realize now that nothing can buy time, time with him.As I thought about it, I couldn't help sighing softly, fiddling with the dusty gold-plated hourglass next to his desk, where he was always researching like crazy, turning black and white, and forgetting time.

For some reason, he preferred to time his experiments with a leak in the corner of the house, where water leaked year-round, drop by drop.

"Do you like that? It's engraved with the cross of Jesus. I haven't used it for a long time. I used to like it very much. I thought its gorgeous appearance showed the preciousness of time! But later... since I met you From the moment I started, it kept reminding me that every minute and every second is suffering... I will give it to you!" Claude accidentally discovered that the water drop recorded more accurate time than the hourglass, even the hourglass It will also draw out his reverie: "Besides, it is just like you, as perishable as you, and its shape is... and it is very similar to..."

"Like what?" I don't know what kind of fantasies he had, so hard to say, I pursed my lips curiously and looked at his avoiding eyes.

"..." Claude hesitated for a long time, blushing, just like the shy way he explained the role of the Love Valley Hotel to me that day under the moonlight, with an insulting expression on his face, after a long time of brewing, it was still difficult to speak: "It's like... your soft and slender waist, it's like your plump and enchanting figure, occupying all my thoughts."

I blew a breath on the ashes on the hourglass, and compared its arc with my hands: "My husband, if you say that, I can't even look directly at it."

"You can't blame me, Xiaosha, your figure is coming and going in front of my window, shuttling in the empty square, you are lingering in front of me, I can think of you in everything I see! That sunshine It was a bright morning, that day, fate made me meet you again! I couldn't restrain my surprise, I opened this window tremblingly, and it couldn't be closed again!" Claude hugged me on his back and let me lie down In his arms, the rough eyebrows are slightly twisted, I like his quiet hazy blue eyes looking at me, very focused, he rubs his face against me, steals kisses, his voice is mournful and low, his heavy breathing The voice was suppressed right next to my ear, and the unbearable feelings of hatred and love were about to burst out. The pain during that time seemed to kill him: "Xiaosha, I hated you and cursed you never to show up again." In front of me! But if I can't see you, I will miss you like crazy again, I can only stare at you fiercely every night and do some harmless witchcraft in the square, I will do everything except make you hate me more No, but I still have to pretend that nothing happened every day, my relatives and enemies."

"Damn ghost! I have seen you in the crowd for a long time. You are the one with the fiercest expression. You let Phoebus arrest me and put me in jail. You also want to rob me with Quasimodo and kill him. It also hurt my sister...My lord, are you not afraid that I will ignore you? Actually, I really wanted to chat with you at that time..." I pulled the hood over to cover my hot and blushing face.

"Did it scare you? My dear child, I'm really sorry...I don't know how to pursue women, I never did, in fact, I never thought I would fall in love with anyone in more than 30 years... ...Please don't be afraid of me, okay? I don't know how to please you, I've been trying to get your attention! I thought if I robbed you, you might fall in love with me, I know, this is outrageous !" Claude held my hand carefully, and kissed it deeply on his lips.

The idiot!I couldn't help but sat up, hugged his head, and kissed his lips passionately.

He hugged me tightly, breathing heavily and quickly: "I just, I don't know how to keep you, I am afraid that you will choose to wander again, disappear in my life, and leave me alone, if this is you Give me a dream I hope I never wake up from."

Claude lightly pecked my slightly swollen lips, and I supported his chest: "Dear husband, but you still married a gypsy woman, how could you have such great determination for me? Are you not afraid? You Are you not afraid that I am a witch who digs out men's hearts? Are you not afraid of being laughed at because of me, and that you are a slave to the devil?"

"Because I can't lose you anymore!" Claude shouted firmly, hugged me, kissed every part of the neck and cheek excitedly, wishing to merge with me: "I even thought about taking you to elope, just I don’t want anything like this, I don’t care about anything! You are an enemy, I owe you in my previous life! I admit it! As long as you love me, I am willing to dig out my heart for you to eat, and cut my heart open for you to see. Let you see my feelings for you, you can do whatever you want!"

I leaned on his chest: "My lord, you are the only one who can say, say the most terrifying love words with the most gentle expression... why don't you ask me why I love you?"

Claude asked me distractedly: "Why do you love me, my little girl?"

"No reason." I replied firmly.

"Ma'am, don't you have anything to say to me?" Claude looked very sad.

"Fool, no reason is the best love story, don't you understand my thoughts~ After so long, do I still have little love for you... You still say all the heart-piercing love words to provoke me Emotional. I have to let my daughter say something about tigers and wolfs! She can’t say it.” I bit his shoulder: “Who makes you so annoying, let me see you, I want to feel sorry for you, just I want to love you forever, if I want to blame you, this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes happens to be what I love, don’t blame me, if you mess with me, just admit it, God made me like you for no reason, God knows, you should ask Ask him, I can let Vanessa bite you, or let my brother's gallows kill you."

"I'm dead, how can I play with you? Maybe I should ask the devil... drag you to hell, let you suffer from my lovesickness, taste my power, let me see my latest Are those 'sex|words|yan|songs' read for nothing?" Claude "And, honey, has anyone ever told you that you run like your snake, Vanessa, round|round? Butt wiggling? I found out when you ran me down and ran. I should have sent troops to help you find mom, you're fighting with my thoughts every day, but I can't touch you, you are My chaste goddess, I promised you, and I should keep my promise." Claude said something like a tiger and wolf: "But you always look at me through the clouds and rain, and in countless lonely nights, I feel you The □□ is grinding by my side, challenging my cultivation, it is becoming more and more difficult for me to persevere, why don't you let me blame you, you are really my little enemy... Make me want to move..."

"How can I?! You bastard! You rotten person! Prudence! Then try it~" Oh, I'm so embarrassed, let you make fun of me!I was sweating shyly, messing around with him, not knowing how to beat him.

"This kid... don't break my finger, I'm going to try." Claude didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Hey~ How dare you!" I hit!

"God, my fingers were almost dislocated by my wife." Claude gently grabbed my two ears: "I want to learn from the bishop's wife and grab my beloved wife's pig ears."

"Come on, stinky Claude, hurt each other." I was fearless and patted my chest loudly, then covered my ears and ran in Claude's arms: "Okay, can't I convince you~ My ears really hurt."

"Tell me how to eat it?" Claude said with a hint of pride in his seriousness.

"I won't seduce you anymore... I won't appear in front of you, okay?" I covered my ears and muttered casually.

"What are you talking about?! Little enemy!" Claude looked terrified of me: "Ma'am, you are such a bad girl, you can't bear to see your husband? This is enough to scare me! Alas ...My lord can always be subdued by you."

I don't see the jade branches and Qiongxue outside the window, and I don't care about the gloomy sky like him in the usual days, but I am fascinated by his diary. I think his writing is really like a person, on the yellowed paper, The font is long and thin, and the first few pages are neat, melancholy and elegant. On the paper, the dark blue ink exudes a faint fragrance. He likes to mix some agarwood powder in the ink bottle. After the early morning prayers, he would dip a little bit of the incense ash from the aroma lamp lit under the statue of the Virgin Mary with the Child, rubbing the incense powder into the ink bottle with his thin face hidden in the dark cloak, he believed God accompanies his knowledge and makes him take a further step towards the palace of science and culture. His words are beautiful and fragrant. Once, all the words were his sisters, enriching his soul and being his tools of expression , the most sincere partner.

But now, just writing the name of a gypsy girl can make him excited and happy, even though it is the name of a poisonous woman and the same surname as a snake demon.

I have to sigh, the artistic attainments of people in the Middle Ages were really high. How did Claude write the words so neatly, even better than the printed ones? The mass scene in the church is vividly sketched.

What makes me speechless is that the later illustrations are almost all of me, the moment when I pouted my buttocks and stretched my head under the belle's belly, and even the ugly appearance of me flying towards him... There are complicated lace around the page...

If Claude was born in modern times, he must be a stubborn man who took ugly photos of his girlfriend and had zero desire to survive... Why did he paint his wife so ugly on purpose!And he captured my ugly shot so accurately!It can't be said that it is similar, it can only be said that it is exactly the same!

I pointed at the illustrations of my ugly state and turned around helplessly.

"Xiaosha, how can you be so ugly for a beauty like you?" Claude frowned with a sneer.

I raised my eyebrows funny, he looked at me and smiled, and then said: "There are new materials." Can I say that I want to kill him...

There is a dry purple sage on the title page, and a line of italicized Latin is written below: "When I don't want to wake up, the candlelight projects only my lonely figure on the wall. (Cumexcitarenolui,lumencandelaeinparieteproiectumetsolafigurasolamea.)"

"Claude, do you like sage?" I smelled the withered flower, that was the bitter scent of Claude.

Claude picked up the flower and gently brushed it on my forehead: "I like sage because it represents my wisdom, and its flower language is love for family. Xiaosha, my Virgin Mary Ya, I love you. My wife, I will protect you with my life, how about you? What kind of flower do you like, I want the one you like to be with it."

"St. John's wort." I patted his hand.

"It really looks like you...Hypericumperforatum..." Claude hugged me, raised his head, and nodded slightly: "Xiaosha, this flower contains red sap, which is the blood that flowed out when St. John was martyred. You still have the right The saint's infatuation, are you still a Herod poisonous woman, little friend."

"I like to eat sage, even if I like St. John's wort, I can still eat it! I like to eat flowers..." I took the sage from his hand, hum, revenge on you!

"No wonder your lips are so fragrant and soft." Claude pressed close to my cheek.

"Then you have to be careful, be careful to end up with the saints." I picked up the sage, licked my lips: "I'm hungry..." I put the sage on my lips and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Next time I will find more sage for you to eat, and then you will eat it for me..." Claude narrowed his eyes, watching me eat the flowers.

I ate the last leaf and rubbed my round face: "What a beautiful thought! Do you want to become a stone that rolls into hell?"

"I'm just a rock, so there's no point." He took my hand and touched the wedding ring on my ring finger: "My lord has approved of you..."

I pouted helplessly, shrugged my shoulders, gently turned a page, and turned it backwards. The rustling sound of the paper was as obvious as thunder in this quiet environment. , All of a sudden, my heart was flustered, and the beautiful handwriting in my hand became impetuous. The handwriting carved on the paper seemed to break the tip of a quill pen, and the strength could pierce through the thick parchment.

Claude was a little nervous, he didn't want to look at the scenery, and he didn't want to lose his sense of proportion in front of me.

The desk was obviously not burning hot against the ash-covered fireplace, and the momentum of the flames above the firewood was much weaker than the heavy snowflakes at the moment.But as if he was extremely hot, he quietly stretched out his hand and pushed open the small dim window—he who loves cleanliness always seemed to be the only one who didn't have time to clean this window.

He held my notebook, touched the love heart on the cover, adjusted the cloak on me, hugged me, and secretly observed me: the girl in his eyes was biting the strap of the hood hat, twisting her hair , staring at the book obsessively, stretching out the soft finger on the lips from time to time, using the plump fingernails with a light pink blood color, scratching the lines of the delicate words on the book, leaving a slight scratch .

"Xiao Sha, where have you been reading..." Claude's stubble lightly rubbed against the side of my face, and he simply read the diary with me. I like to read with him.

"You said you liked me just after seeing me..." I read a page where his painting style changed suddenly, I stared sideways at his chin, pouted my mouth and muttered: "The guy who is interested in sex."

"Hey, Xiaosha, who made you so beautiful? Anyone who sees you will like you. This is human instinct." Claude pinched my chin and turned my head away.

"Thank you for the compliment... Huh? Then this page says that I am a gypsy witch, and it is full of words that I will be hanged. What's going on? Sir, give me an explanation~" I exaggeratedly pointed at the creepy page, turned to his chin again.

Claude pressed his chin against the top of my head: "That's me resisting your magic."

"Mr. Dean, it seems that for your own good, I must die~" I squeezed his face, pretending to be pitiful.

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe I'll be happier if you're alive." Claude raised his eyebrows at me.

"Oh! This sentence! My lord, when did I fall in love with you... How did I not know that there was such a thing? You have always guarded yourself like a jade, where did you find these words? , Hurry up! If you don’t tell the truth, I won’t obey you.”

"No... don't read it!" Claude wanted to snatch the book, but I held the book and turned away. He was ashamed and shy: "Recently, I read a lot of extracurricular books, that... that's just my imagination."

"Pfft! Awesome, Claude." I nodded his nose, hugged his neck with a smile, and shook my legs nimbly, but didn't return the book to him, deliberately teasing him: "I didn't expect that, you Guys with thick eyebrows and big eyes also have apostasy~ See some priests can’t watch! Is the imagination in your mind a thing that happens in a day?”

"Of course." Claude pretended to be serious, with a strong desire to survive: "...and there will be such a day sooner or later!... right Xiaosha."

"Mr. Priest, is this Hebrew phrase 'I have a passionate love, with lust | I just happened to be crazily tutoring the teachings." I held up the diary and shook it in front of him: "I still use ancient Chinese, I'm afraid I can understand~"

Claude closed his eyes and said nonsense: "It doesn't matter, I just prefer you! Xiaosha... You like reading more and more, and try to live like me, so you want to have a husband and wife relationship with me? "

"I just want to be worthy of you." My golden eyes reflected him brightly: "I want to understand you more than read."

Claude didn't expect me to say this, a little embarrassed and a little happy: "I have nothing to read, I am the one who feels that I am low in the dust in front of you... I am old, and I am still very cute." Terrible, isn't it?"

"That's not true! Claude, you are so outstanding! If all the souls in the world have an autobiography, I would most like to read you! So I have to work harder to stand with you... I I hope one day I can stand beside you freely, although I don't care about other people's gossip, but I still look forward to the day when everyone says: 'Look, she deserves him!' Then I will be really happy What!" I was so proud, I straightened my blond hair as I wished, and winked at Claude in embarrassment: "Claude, please praise me."

"Children, don't just guess what adults are thinking..." Claude's eyes flickered, he didn't know what he was thinking, and gently poked my head.

I pursed my mouth and shook his shoulders crazily: "I am not a child~ I am a lady! I don't want to be a dispensable decoration around you! I want to be the one who is really suitable for you, so that I can prove that I am right Your love! I can work hard for you every day, thinking that I am shortening the gap between us a little bit, which becomes my biggest motivation every day, and the relationship between us is getting better and better! I call it—'for Love to read'."

"Okay, you are the most mature, lady Xiaosha, I didn't know you were so good..." Claude pouted helplessly and smiled, his expression seemed to be coaxing a child.

"Don't be moved, it should be." I grinned, covering my face with the diary and smiling happily.

I'm about to turn to the last page, Claude deliberately didn't look at me, he raised a tight smirk, and narrowed his eyes dangerously at me: "Little enemy, you are really arrogant, too arrogant ...I just want my diary to come true, I don't need to clean it up."

Not right, not right.

Sure enough, "Ah! What is this!" The moment I opened the last page, a demon the size of a palm suddenly popped up. The green ghost with red horns stared at me fiercely. The scene of hell is terrifying!The notebook in my hand was thrown out by me, and it hit the ground with a "bang", kicking up a burst of dust.

Claude's shoulders shook, and then he simply put his arms on the back of the chair and laughed non-stop.

"Die! Die! Die!" I slapped Claude's laughing chest fiercely.

"Three-dimensional paper design, satisfying all kinds of scares. Uh huh! Let me see your...'Love Diary'." Claude looked up at me proudly, holding my diary with both hands solemnly, Smiling and frowning, looking at this posture, he is about to laugh at me.

"Hmph..." I spread my hands, my cheeks were hot, and I rolled my eyes pretending not to care: "Let the horse come here."

"First of all, the cover is very gaudy." Claude took out my cane as a pointer, and tapped the heart.

"This is art, look at how bright red and cute this little heart is~" I compared my heart.

Claude lifted my chin gracefully with his cane: "Well, for the sake of being so cute, I can barely explain it...Secondly, the Latin grammar is good, but there are a few typos."

"Husband, master, are you criticizing my homework?" I stared fiercely.

"Pay attention to your attitude towards learning, Xiaosha. The important thing is why this little sketch of mine has such a big nose..." Claude looked at the gloomy little portrait with his face twisted, as if he was looking in a mirror.

"You have such a big nose." I was unyielding and unrelenting.

"It's unbelievable, I want to modify it." Claude picked up a half carbon rod by the table.

"No! That's it~" I snatched my diary and threw it out, right next to Claude's diary, kicking up another puff of dust.

"The sketches of each piece are very smart. You are very good at drawing scenes, and your level is not bad... Only this portrait of mine has a too big nose. I will punish you to draw a portrait of me every day." Claude hugged his hands arm.

"Are you serious? Your forehead is obviously too big." I cried and said the truth.

Claude smacked his lips dumbfoundingly: "I'm sorry, seriously."

Claude seemed to be in a much better mood: "I will check your paintings every day from now on. 'My husband can't draw well, so why draw the world.' The homework is as long as an hourglass and just finished." He said and put the golden The hourglass was turned upside down, and the sand began to flow away little by little.

"Stinky Claude! You're talking nonsense about celebrity quotes again! Lied to children!" I clenched my fists and protested, "I'm allergic to homework!"

"Kid, pig kid! Go do your homework!" Claude rubbed my face, stuffed the carbon rod into my hand, pretended to be serious by the way, and rubbed the black carbon ash with his thumb while holding back a smile. to my face.

However, the child Salome fell asleep when he was doing his homework.

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The author has something to say:

Salome, who is allergic to homework and drools in sleep: "For me, Notre Dame is the place where my dreams started, where I want to set sail, and now Claude, my husband and teacher, can hypnotize me , help me fulfill my dream."

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Cuckoo has been super brave recently.

It’s very brave to be a pigeon for so long and still be able to resist beatings.

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