【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

"Am I still dreaming this time! Give me an explanation~" I folded my hands on my chest, stretched my neck, and stared at him with squinted eyes.

"Does your hand still hurt?" Claude took out a small tea-colored glass bottle, poured the sulfur powder inside into my palm, and gently rubbed it open while blowing.

"It's not hurting anymore, I'm not so delicate! It's not hurting for a long time, and it doesn't hurt when you see it. I just want to sleep." I lay down on the table boredly: "Do you know how to use those boards?" ?”

He fiddled with the printing board, carefully filled it with ink, spread out a huge papyrus on the board, and slowly smoothed it with a bluestone paperweight.He can do everything well, and with a wave of his hand, he can print a poster with uniform ink and clear writing.

"I can't bear to look directly at the content on this board. What are you scrambling to engrave, Shiquan Dabu Tang, April Fool's Day Special, Fool King's designated supplements...the Hebrew text is also wrong." Claude frowned and looked at it holding that piece of paper.

"Father Juan gave me this piece of wood, so I naturally want to help him print advertisements. Can't I know how to write Hebrew~ People can only speak but not write, anyway, it is almost the same as Latin... Right—right?" I leaned on the table and stretched myself.

"So you write nonsense." Claude curled his lips helplessly and funny.

"Doesn't this make it tall..." I bared my teeth and turned over.

"Good guy, ordinary people don't know Hebrew anyway, so it really looks high-end." Claude touched my chin.

"Claude, you should take a good look at me. The old bishop doesn't allow me to approach you..." I climbed onto the table, held his face, let go and slid down, and stuck my left cheek pia on the table. On the printing board, I pouted at him, pulled his poster into my arms little by little, and crumpled it into a ball: "I don't want you to work, look at me..." I supported my head, and changed to a seductive one Posing, winking with funny faces.

Claude smiled helplessly: "Come down, I will teach you how to write Hebrew."

"Relentless Claude, I don't want to study." I rubbed against him and hugged his head.

"Then I'll throw away your little pen tip and let you use a cane to burn it into carbon as a pen." He thought it was a good idea to punish the little girl.

"Since you said that..." I pursed my lips fiercely at him, and then cowardly climbed off the table: "Then...then I will come down immediately."

"Draw seriously, why don't you sleep all the time, be careful the more you sleep, the more stupid you will be." Claude frowned with a smile, and turned my head to the side of the drawing paper.

"I'm so stupid, only you can teach me." I patted his face with my dark hands, and he avoided it with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'm not as good as Leonardo in painting. I'm better at literature, medicine and architecture. Xiaosha, you might as well take him as your teacher. I have his drawings in my hand. See if you can copy them and engrave them for printing." Board, here." Claude helped me wash my face at the leak with warm palms, pressed my head in his arms, rubbed on his white shirt on his chest, and handed me a stack of sketches.

Claude never mentioned other people, I was a little jealous, holding the drawing, constantly changing expression and pouted: "Who is Leonardo? Is it a woman! How dare you be better than my lord~ I don't want to worship her as a teacher gone."

"Little idiot, have you ever seen a woman named Leonardo? You can eat anything! That guy's name is Leonardo di Ser Piero da Vinci, and he's a man." Crowe With a helpless face, De stretched out his index finger and hit my head.

"Claude, you know Da Vinci! Tell me your story." I put my arms around his neck and jumped onto his waist.

Claude hugged me hanging on him, sat at the table, frowned slightly, recalled what happened 13 years ago, and said slowly: "Leonardo was in Verrocchio ( Verrocchio) studio classmate, he is also my only friend in Italy. But every time he sends me a random postcard, he always attaches a dozen pages of church structure manuscripts for my reference, and I will reply His [-]-page natural science treatise was used as a document for his completion of the diagram of the golden ratio of the human body, but he promised to send me a copy after completion. In return, I will magnify it several times and paint it in the Hagia Sophia, which the Turks love Science, on the contrary, is much more enlightened than our current French attitude towards science."

"You guys are still fighting each other!" I was so excited that I almost fainted, that was Da Vinci! !I let go of my little hand and waved it. Claude hugged my waist tightly to ensure that I would not fall, and was afraid that I would fall, so he slowly sat back on the chair.

Claude thoughtfully recalled Da Vinci's works, touched his chin and analyzed carefully: "I found that he tends to be more male in artistic creation. The men he painted are too realistic, but the women he can paint are too realistic. It's very hazy and beautiful, and it doesn't even seem to be a person's painting style. And that brother will not fall in love with anyone, because 'the strength of an artist lies in solitude.'”

"Then he has become a god!" I was shocked by Da Vinci's extraordinary talent, touching the sketch in my hand, as if I had already stood at the apex of the mysteries of the universe, like a real great wisdom standing in the forest of the world , and feel sorry for Claude at the same time: "But obviously you are also very good."

Claude is one of the best scholars in Paris, but now he only thinks about taking a stupid woman like me to elope.

Claude hugged me, his bitter lips hooked, his expression calm and contented, his eyes as gentle as usual: "I am destined not to become a god, I knew it a long time ago. Fortunately, I was stumbled by you on my way to heaven I lost my feet, what a lovely woman, I will lie there for the rest of my life wherever I want to fall. I don’t want to become a god, I just want to be an ordinary person, Miss Salome’s mortal husband, you and I are happy in the world, we I got the best, I want to live to understand once, live for myself, let it be hell and heaven.”

"Claude, why do I feel like I'm such a fool...then how did you get to Italy? How is Da Vinci now!" I couldn't help but feel sad, the more open-minded he was, the less I could feel at ease.

"I remember that it was the early spring of 1469, when I was only 22 years old. I was sent to the Holy See to study as the successor of the key trainees of the French Holy See. Later, because I wanted to study architecture, I went to Florence to study painting for a year. Finch was a student of the Florentine School of painting, and now he has become a well-known painter, and has made great achievements in other fields." Claude stroked my hair, closed his eyes, and described it softly.

"And my little friend, what kind of trap are you? You are the spring water I am willing to jump into, the shadows of falling flowers and willows, entangled in my heart, how can I blame you." Claude leaned on the back of the chair, tilted He smiled presumptuously, his brows and eyes were cold and wanton, solemn and full of affection, he teased me so bitterly, like a relaxed romantic boy.

"Now I'm 35, it was a good time, I was a young man then, why didn't I meet you sooner! My child, my biggest regret, is--'Let's make you soft and soft , fell in love with the old me when my youth was gone.'" Claude buried me deep in his arms, and I lay on his chest, feeling his fast and powerful heartbeat, his youthful enthusiasm trapped At the bottom of the deep valley, he only passed on this power to his beloved woman, and only she could feel his enthusiasm.

"But I'm very happy. I met you who are always perfect in my best years. As long as you are here, it is a good time for me."

I have been fascinated by you for a long time, you are the one who steals my heart, and I have a deep love. It is a good thing to have a deep love with you.

"It's a good time..." Claude muttered the words of cherishing the time and love, and he couldn't help but get jealous when I asked other men. He calmly pretended not to care, but finally couldn't hold it back. Spilled out, tentatively: "By the way, my dear, why are you so interested in him... You don't like all talented men very much, do you?"

"Someone is jealous again." With my back turned to him, I pinched my waist and acted like a baby to him.

"Xiaosha, tell me quickly." Claude was in a hurry, and grabbed my shoulder, he wanted to know that he was the only one I loved.

"As for men..." I turned around, bit my lips with a smile, looked at him anxiously with rolling eyes, and said softly: "I'm already married to you, don't you know? I like vicious men, who look like An eagle, a priest with a big nose and big forehead! Hahaha... But, my lord, don’t think you are very talented, don’t be proud.”

"Okay! You dare to make fun of me, let's see how I deal with you!" Claude scratched my neck, I was amused and giggled, and pressed me on the table.

"Don't put gold on your face!" I smiled and patted his lips.

Claude kissed my lips with a smirk, and bit my lips lightly: "Is a big nose and big forehead a good word, and it needs gold?"

"It's okay if I'm wrong!" I just like your big nose and big forehead.

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"Claude, do you have anything to eat? I'm a little hungry, it's time for lunch." I put my arms around his neck, making a fuss, my stomach growled, learning makes people hungry.

Claude mysteriously opened the cabinet in the corner of the secret room, and pulled out a long loaf of bread from it: "Look at what this is..."

"A huge baguette!" I looked at the golden baguette in surprise, enough for three or four people.

"God's food reserve! The best food on the battlefield of Jin Ge and Iron Horse, look at this again!" Claude pursed his lips and smiled triumphantly.

"This... is this the most popular hollow spaghetti!" I patted my belly happily, and there was even macaroni in Claude's room!

"Marco Polo's greatest gift to future generations is equipped with high-end Middle Eastern salt and spice sauce, which is exclusively for the church. You deserve it." He brought out two large bottles of sauce and waved it at me to amuse me.

"But we don't have cooking utensils." I sat on the ground holding his food storage.

"Little idiot, a ready-made pot." I stared dumbfounded at Claude skillfully throwing the pasta into the boiling cauldron, opening his mouth wide, and his golden eyes reflected Claude's handsome figure like a master chef.

Claude closed my chin lightly, afraid that I would bite my tongue: "Don't be so surprised, saints also have to eat, otherwise, why do you think I stayed in the laboratory all day."

As he spoke, he inserted the long copper tweezers into the cauldron to stir the noodles.

"Maybe that's how Fei Tian Spaghetti came about." I held the lid of the pot and stared into shocked eyes.

The old bishop is very worried about me. He thinks that a gypsy witch like me is very bad, and it is very likely to "seduce" Claude to do something to defile the holy place of the church. He always feels that he should look at the two young People point, seniors always have a lot of free time.

Even if it's bad fun.But, my lord, can you stop coughing and tickling while you eavesdrop!His priest's robe rubbed against the wooden door, and Vanessa, who was sleeping with me in my arms, thought it was the sound of a mouse, and a small green snake's head protruded from my chest.

Claude and I didn't pay much attention to it. We concentrated on preparing lunch. I bit my lip and looked at his side face fascinated. In fact, he is quite handsome and has a good manner... Maybe the man who can cook is the most handsome.

"Oh~ I thought I was going to fall asleep just now." I sighed, picking a piece of paint on the pot cover boredly, chatting with him.

"Little girl, you should learn to enjoy it." Claude put the sauce bottle on both sides of the large black cauldron to borrow heat. The temperature is low in winter, and the sauce is a bit dry, so it needs to be heated with steam.

"Claude, I'm not used to kissing yet. It was a suffocating operation for me just now." I put the lid on the ground and twisted it, and it spun like a top.

"But I'm very happy." Claude folded his arms and winked at me with interest.

I smiled and clamped the rotating pot lid with both hands: "Hey! You learn from me, selfish~"

"It's been a long time, but you haven't been able to draw a perfect portrait of me, which makes me unhappy...Of course I have to punish you." Claude pretended to be gloomy, leaned towards me on the ground, and rubbed his forehead facing me.

"It was my fault, my lord. I hope this will make you happy." I pouted in a strange way, clamped the tip of the pen with my upper lip, stretched out two index fingers to him with a playful smile, and fiddled with my lower lip: "Slightly slightly...hey~ my pen!"

"Oh my god...it's amazing! Don't do that next time." He withdrew a small pen tip from my upper lip expressionlessly, and gracefully skimmed it into the stove under the cauldron, preventing me from picking it up.

The face he just washed for this little girl is dirty again!

I showed a regretful expression, with my hips on the ground, and a small black beard was rubbed off my upper lip unconsciously by the charcoal pencil, which put him in a good mood.

Claude rubbed his lips, leaned on the table and looked down at me with a suppressed smile: "Xiaosha, just now you said you wanted to pursue me, how can a woman pursue a man instead? I mean, you are just a woman."

"What's wrong with that, my dear Claude, but I can understand your surprise. But I'm going to do it, and you can't stop me! You said I was a goblin, and there's nothing wrong with me." Things are impossible, I want to pursue you." I puffed up my face and smiled brightly, looking into his eyes seriously, he looked at the beard on my lips and laughed, he didn't want to wipe it off This is interesting.

"Then... what is the pursuit method?" He took the lid of the pot and nimbly picked out the noodles with the tip of the tweezers.

"What's the point of saying it, do you want to know?" He even asked me for advice, but he was so awesome.

Claude poured out two pools of sauce, raised his eyebrows and turned his face: "Why don't you teach me first, wouldn't it be nice to let me do it?"

"I pass on women and don't wear men." I kicked my legs stubbornly, turned my buttocks 180 degrees on the spot and turned my back to him, flicked my hair and raised my eyebrows.

"How can there be such a reason, you made it up again." Claude turned me back again, and patted the dirt on my butt.

"You said that we have equal rights, so women also have the right to pursue men." I grabbed his face with both hands and stared at him: "Otherwise I will..."

As I said that, I was about to pluck my lips and continue to make foolish noises.

Claude quickly squatted down helplessly, holding my little hand tightly with his big hand, his voice was really annoying: "Xiaosha is really proactive, but...that's not a lady."

"When I was not married to you, I wanted to be a lady the most, but now I want to give you all my enthusiasm. Being a lady in front of you is a waste of an excellent lover like you." I also want to be more enchanting, The exquisite girl forced a coquettish attitude, which made Claude laugh softly: "What should I do, you stole my heart, sir."

"My lord~ just say it's okay, since you and I are in love with each other, why don't you just have fun with it." Don't get me wrong, the "pastime" I said was that I was going to start the mode of women chasing men, but the old bishop outside the door was shocked. The eyeballs were about to fall out, and she took a breath: "Pastime... How dare this gypsy witch openly seduce the archdeacon in the church!"

"Okay." Claude mixed a pot of noodles, warmed it up and handed it to me: "Enjoy it."

When the old bishop heard that his apprentice Claude was very willing to "pastime", he immediately twisted his mouth angrily.Hearing the sweet girl's voice in the room, the girl said cheerfully: "Lord Claude, enjoy yourself, it's fun, you're up there, I'm down..."

Can I say, in fact, what I mean: he is above Notre Dame, and I am below the square!

"This is so embarrassing! Shimen is unlucky! What shameful things are you two dead children doing?!" The old man stared at his cloudy blue eyes, and pushed open the door with a "squeak", and Chloe and I De didn't do anything, so we don't lock it.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the air was suddenly quiet.

Two sand sculpture children who were cooking pasta in a cauldron met his twitching eyes.

I saw that the vice-bishop Claude sat on the table with a smile and scooped up the noodles in the crucible with long tweezers, and the little gypsy girl sat on the ground with a huge crucible lid, which contained a pot full of macaroni.The kid with the Arabic spice sauce that came with the pasta had it all over her mouth, and her upper lip was still blackened, as if she had a nice beard.

"Do you want some?" I sincerely offered the pasta in the cauldron in my hand to the old bishop, and wiped the sauce on my mouth indiscriminately. more profound.

"Is pasta not allowed in the church? Who can tell me..." I asked Claude in a low voice, he looked at me lovingly and shook his head slightly.

I ate another big mouthful of noodles, and the little girl's cheeks were stuffed with pasta, like the bulging mouth of a little squirrel, leaving only the old bishop messy in place.

"My lord thought..." The old bishop blushed with ashen face, and knocked on the ground with his walking stick in a panic: "You are playing me, an old man!"

"What do you think, my lord?" I closed my mouth, chewing on the pasta in my cheeks, my eyes became clear.

"God! Don't ask! Do it, kid!" The old bishop pursed his old mouth angrily.

"Oh, so... do you want a bite?" I swallowed a big mouthful of noodles silently, the sauce that Claude put was just right, it was so delicious, I wiped my mouth happily.

"...From now on! You are not allowed to eat pasta from the church!" The old bishop felt that he was going crazy with embarrassment.

"Why? Is it because the pasta doesn't taste good?" I looked at the old bishop with a wrinkled chin clearly and clearly, even though the sauce rubbed half of his face, he still looked innocent.

Claude squatted beside me, curling the corners of his lips, poking my bulging cheeks: Mrs.'s ball-like small round cheeks are bouncing, and it feels so good.

The Bishop felt that his IQ had been dragged down by this child.

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"Child, my lord is in a bad mood today. I warn you, don't mess with me." The old bishop folded his arms, took off his high hat, exposed his bald head, and shook his hair that seemed to exist in another void.The scalp covered with age spots is like a pickled pepper egg that has been marinated too much.

"But I'm very happy today." I chewed with my mouth puffed out.

"Pfft ha ha ha ha... Sorry, my lord." Claude couldn't help laughing out of rhythm.

The old man felt very uncomfortable being rubbed against the ground by a child, so he rolled his eyes at me angrily, his tone was a little sad, he sighed gently and deeply, and even secretly burst into tears: "Sorry, children, please forgive me, I This old man is too irritable. My wife passed away not long ago... People tend to think wildly when they are free. Maybe, I need to play a few games of chess with the old man Fu Yin to calm down. Grandpa, I am not always like this Mean, sorry, kid."

Claude handed the old bishop a cup of brewed fragrant Pu'er tea, and the old bishop took a few sips of the tea to calm down.

"My lord..." I slowed down my chewing, thought for a while, my weird little head was running fast, and I choked out a sentence: "Pair it with tea and have some pasta."

"Thank you, child, you are a bit annoying." The old bishop wiped away tears.

"Is there any pasta in the church kitchen? I'm not full, and I ate Claude's." I salivated and asked the old bishop. The old bishop coughed and stared. I.

Claude, who was leaning on the table next to me and sipping tea elegantly, spewed out a sip of tea.

The bishop was angry again, blowing his beard and staring: "Isn't this enough for you! It's in the closet in the kitchen on the left side of the third floor, go get it and eat it, anyway, don't worry about whether I, an old man, eat or not! Don't bother me anymore! "

"Then wait, I'll get it, and I'll cook it for you." I pouted, really, I didn't know you didn't eat.

"I don't eat food cooked by witches..." The old man turned his back stubbornly.

"Oh, then I'll just cook one for Claude, and I'll save another one for Quasimo." I shook my hands and was about to run downstairs.

Within two steps, the old man stopped me arrogantly: "Wait, kid!"

"What?" I pouted and turned around.

"It's better to cook four servings... put less salt, I'm getting old and need a light diet." The bishop looked away from me with evasive eyes, and asked me to put less salt. Are you still arrogant at such an old age? ? !As expected of Claude's teacher.

"Okay!" I smiled at Claude and rolled my eyes: "Also, please stop coughing and scratching when you eavesdrop next time, because Vanessa thought there was a mouse. "

"Ahem! Are you okay, kid." The old man choked again, and looked at Claude in embarrassment.

I patted him on the back: "It's okay, you should listen to the opinions of young people, I'm afraid you will be bitten."

"I know this kind of snake. It's just a non-poisonous grass snake. Who are you scaring?" The old man pointed to Vanessa who was sleeping soundly on my neck. Claude had long been used to the existence of small snakes.

I answered naively and in a timely manner: "No, I'm afraid that your old man will cry when the time comes, and that would be too embarrassing."

"God, help me! She is too skinny! Besides, why does this nasty child eat so much?!" The bishop complained loudly to Claude: "Tell her to go out quickly after eating!"

Under the shocked gaze of the old man, I jumped up and kissed the corner of Claude's lips, broke off a baguette, put it in my mouth, ran out in a hurry, and came back to grab the door frame, poking out the golden glitter With a small head, he stuck out his tongue to the stunned Bishop and the smiling Claude: "Slightly slightly." Then he ran downstairs with a "dongdong".

"Teacher, you are very anxious today. You seem to care about Xiaosha very much, and you always quarrel with her." Claude put down the tea cup, the thin gold edge of the cup shone slightly, he stood by the fireplace, touched his lips with a smile The kiss at the corner.

The sky outside the narrow window is very gloomy, but today's hut is very hot.

"Claude, this child...is very similar to Lindsay. She has golden hair and always bickers with me. At that time, she and I were very young, and we married her under pressure. When she was alive, I always He was smiling." The bishop sat on a chair and held a teacup thoughtfully, with a piece of tea hanging on the white side of the cup, the old man looked at the heavy snow outside the window and fell silent.

"Madam... Teacher, you thought of Madam." Claude turned around, showing some pity on his melancholy face against the fire.

Looking at the snowflakes outside the window, the master and the apprentice chatted one after another.

"The old woman always keeps me in check, she won't even let me go out to play chess, drink some wine, or ride a horse... It's annoying! I always argue with her, I argue with her: 'Old woman! If you have I would be happy to die one day before me! It must be Prometheus, the God of Liberty, who finally took care of me!' But finally one morning, she never woke up...Old Abraham! You have finally realized your wish, but you have lost the meaning of living forever!" The old bishop closed his eyes in pain.

"My wife said that you are not allowed to drink because you are afraid of your heart; you are not allowed to play chess because you are afraid that you will offend people if you talk too much; you are not allowed to ride a horse because you are old and your legs are not good, and you are afraid that you will fall... ...She knew she was weak at that time, and told me to take good care of Master in the future..." Claude knelt down slowly, patted the dust on the two diaries, and gently kissed the love heart on the cover.Claude thought that if one day Xiaosha left him forever, he would absolutely not be able to bear this pain.

"My child, I miss her, I miss her..." The old bishop rubbed his sad eyes, a few drops of crystal tears flickered in his cloudy eyes, and he choked up: "I can do whatever I want now, I am free! But I am forever Losing her! No matter how beautiful the wine is put in front of me, I can't drink it! I just want to eat her cooking... Lindsay... old woman..."

"When I saw this child today, I thought in a daze that the old woman was back again, she was still young, just like decades ago... She is more annoying than Lindsay." The old bishop took out a handkerchief to wipe his eyes: "But Generally speaking, she is a very good girl. She is quite cute, but she is too naughty and a little messy. However, this child's drawing is really good, isn't it... It's just that the content of the printing plate is a bit unsightly, and the engraving is not good enough. quite gorgeous."

"Flying Spaghetti is here!" I interrupted their conversation by bringing six plates, three stacked on each arm, and the girl has amazing arms: "I have a special skill of passing dishes."

After climbing seven floors, I was still bouncing around and just ran into the house. I didn't pay attention to the threshold, and my foot tripped.Six servings of spaghetti flew into the air, but relying on my 100% experience of catching swords with bare hands, I dexterously rotated and caught six servings of macaroni without spilling a drop of sauce.Claude wanted to support me subconsciously. Under the shocked gaze of the old bishop, I ate a free-falling Italian meatball by the way.

I pushed the noodle that was missing a meatball to the old bishop. The old man stared and forked the largest meatball from my plate with tweezers.

Claude smiled and gave me the meatball on his plate. I was afraid that he would not be full, so I cut the meatball and fed it to him.

The three of us sat around the desk, the two priests and a gypsy "witch" were eating pasta together, grilling the fireplace, and the scene was too harmonious.

"Pray to God first!" The old bishop knocked on his walking stick, and slapped away the sinful hand I extended to the meatballs on his plate.

"Thank God for giving us baguettes and flying pasta, Amen—" I clapped my hands, closed my eyes, and shook my head seriously.

"Is it so perfunctory? Who are the two extra plates for?" The old bishop rolled a large spoonful of noodles and put them in his mouth.

"Give it to my son and younger brother." I babbled nonsense, confidently super-senior.

"You and Claude both have sons?!" The old bishop took a sip of tea in shock, and stepped back tactically. He exhausted the number of shocks in his life today.

Claude ate the hot meatball on my tweezers, covered his mouth and explained, "Ahem...My lord, it's Quasimodo."

The old bishop looked at me speechlessly.Small body, huge appetite!The kid must have gone without food for at least centuries.

"An adopted son is also a son, my son is my father, and my father is my son..." I started talking nonsense with tongue twisters.

And Claude asked me to eat more with a pampering face, chopped up the meatballs for me, cut off a few slices of baguette and handed them to me, stroking my head: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

He handed me his cup and I took a long swig of my tea.

Claude sneered at me softly: "Little pig."

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The author has something to say:

I was writing and writing last night, and fell asleep halfway through writing, sorry.

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Eight hours later, I woke up, bursting into emptiness after seven thousand words.

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