【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

Claude and the old bishop finished their hot spaghetti with meatballs, and I will not reveal that I ate two (embarrassed but polite smiles), they ate less, so they just watched sitting I eat at the table.

At the beginning, the bishop sarcastically said a few words to me, blaming me—the poor of Notre Dame by himself, gluttony is a waste of food, I am a collection of sins, etc... Later, my eyes turned red for no reason, and tears fell into my mouth. into the dishes he didn't wash.

"Old man, what's the matter with you? You scolded me, and you cried..." I pouted and sucked on the noodles: "Is eating pasta so moved that you cry...Although it is really delicious, suck it."

"I didn't cry! Child, what's your name?" The old bishop talked to me but looked at Claude.

"But your face is wet, my name is Salome, I remember I said, what's the matter." I took the last bite and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Old people have a lot of forgetfulness...it's nothing, I just think of someone." The old man gave me a look of disgust, wiped his tears with the white gloves beside the table, and sneaked a few glances at me. This child really looks like Young Mrs. Lindsay, beautiful, wild, and as quarrelsome as she is.

I opened my eyes wide, pursed my mouth and snickered and arched towards Claude: "Who do I look like? Is that person a beautiful woman?"

"You are like Mrs. Lindsay, the bishop's wife." Claude arched me, explained patiently, and wiped my mouth with his cuff.

"Of course my wife is a beautiful woman." The old bishop sat back on the chair proudly with his arms folded.

"I look like your wife? Then I'm also a beauty hahaha!" I covered my face and kept laughing, she is a beauty, and I don't accept rebuttals...

"You don't have to." The old bishop raised his eyebrows and pursed his mouth. He put on snow-white gloves, which made the ruby ​​on the ring look like an eternal heart.

This old man is so annoying!

"Am I a beauty? Claude." I squinted my golden eyes, blinked my eyelashes, and turned to Claude for comfort.

"Of course!" Claude replied with a slight tilt of his head and a smile without thinking: "You are the most beautiful."

"Student! We practitioners don't tell lies, you have to tell the truth." The old bishop leisurely reprimanded Claude for "telling lies". Claude folded his arms and looked at the teacher who had been finding fault all the time.

"Old man, can't you be kind..." I turned sideways on the table, doing the same arm-folding pose as Claude.

"It's my last courtesy not to say you're ugly." The old bishop stretched his hands and stroked his snow-white beard: "Also, you dare to call me an 'old man'!"

"Yes... why don't you dare!" I'm still very cowardly, are you cowardly??

"It is my lord's last kindness not to execute you." The bishop patted the snow-white tall hat on the window sill.

"...I thank you." After arguing with Claude's teacher and boss, I have to say that I was numb, but in fact I thought of a good way to play tricks on this old man.

"Teacher, don't scare Xiaosha, you also said that she is a lovely girl, and you even prepared a marriage certificate for us!" Claude quickly explained for the bishop, Xiaosha is not Mrs. Lindsay, my lord, you Don't be idle, okay...

"Claude, I don't really want to execute her, it scares you! You like this annoying child, she ate up the macaroni in the whole church!" The old man said helplessly to the "protégé" Claude Curling his lips, seeing me staring at him with a smirk, the old bishop shuddered: "My lord, take care of your beloved wife, what is she looking at, her eyes are really creepy, isn't she Bewitched."

"I'm looking at the sauce stains on your beard, it's really disturbing." I tilted my head and continued to stare at the old bishop's beard.

The old bishop seemed to see through everything: "The one who really troubles you is you! I know, you want to trick me into looking down at my beard, and then there is nothing at all, right? You want to embarrass me and lie to me, an old man, there is no way."

"Little Sha...not at all..." Claude carefully observed the old man's beard: the beard shape is perfect, the thickness is moderate, it is clean, and there are no stains.He looked at me suspiciously, and subconsciously wanted to say it out loud. I hugged his head and covered his mouth.

"I'm telling the truth, don't believe me." I bit my lip to pretend to be calm, my voice was very loud, I wouldn't lie, I could only speak louder to support myself.

The old bishop looked suspiciously at my cheeks that turned red when I lied, pouted his mouth and lowered his eyes to look at my beard, there was nothing!His big nose is different from Claude's eagle nose, and the bridge of the nose rises and falls, like a rugged cliff.

"A scheming plan is no match for a good plan...a master skier!" I raised my index finger at the right time, and at the moment the old bishop bowed his head, I scraped the bridge of his nose. On his uneven bridge of nose, my index finger was like a perfect The skier, with a perfect flip on his big nose.

"Child, it's really not that I'm unkind, because if I don't execute you, I'm a little sorry for myself." The old bishop's eyes widened. I didn't know that a person's eyes could be so wide-eyed.

"Then how do I die?" I pretended to shrink into Claude's arms in fear.

The old man rolled his eyes: "Skiing to death, if there is such a steep cliff, you will fall to death if you do this flipping action! Idiot child."

"It's because of the bad shape of your nose. Look at my husband's nose. The eagle's beak-like nose allows skiers to land smoothly." I stretched out my owed hand again, and slid snow on the bridge of Claude's nose.

"Xiaosha, I'll try yours." Claude also got playful, raised his index finger and skied on the bridge of my nose.

I closed my eyes and stretched my face like Claude, he raised his index finger, lightly scratched the bridge of my nose, and measured the trajectory.

"Er... small nose, slide down from the bridge of the nose, take off from the tip of the nose, fly so high..." Claude tapped the tip of my nose, and I opened my eyes, like gold in the lake quicksand.

"How about it, my lord, I have a beautiful nose!" I bared my teeth proudly at the old man.

"Xiaosha, if it's possible, I'd like to sleep on the bridge of your nose." Claude took a sip of tea without haste, and clamped the copper tweezers that had just been used as tableware with his index finger and thumb, and placed them on the alcohol cotton ball. The bottle shakes gracefully, shaking from time to time.

He turned around and picked up another handful of snow, and rubbed the snow in the crucible. The clean snow is a natural detergent from the Middle Ages, which rubs off all the greasy dirt, and just turns it into water and throws it away.

"Barely, my favorite student has been poisoned by your honey. It is really hopeless. It is you who led him to ruin." The old bishop muttered softly.

"What did he say?" I didn't hear the old bishop's hurtful words. I looked at Claude with joy. It was the first time I had dinner with him, and the first time I washed dishes with him. I was so happy.

My heart is full of happiness, I love him, my heart is full of him.

I followed suit by grabbing the snow and rubbing the plates and the lid of the crucible. Our palms were red from the cold, and the cold white snow melted after rubbing, taking away all the filth and prejudice.

Claude looked at my mischievous and busy figure, he was soft and his heart was soft, like the snow in my hand, slowly melting in my palm.

When he heard my casual question, he suddenly stopped his hands and didn't look up. I couldn't see his side face in the shadow clearly. Claude was silent for a long time, and then told me gently in an extremely gentle and soft tone. : "He said: 'After having Xiaosha, I have become better and better.'"

"It turned out to be like this...then...we will become better." I smiled warmly because of his affection for me.

He looked at my smiling face, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he smiled softly.

He didn't want her to suffer any harm.

Whoever said his Xiaosha was not good, that's fine.

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Looking down from the small window of Claude's secret room, the scenery of Greve Square can be seen at a glance, and the corners and corners can be seen clearly. The snow was also nearly ten inches thick by visual inspection. The Parisians who met at the gate of the Yamen in the morning began to gather again, and went home in advance to change into suitable winter clothes.

Thick pudding sweaters and woolen coats, which are not dirty, are very popular among the citizens. This combination is very wearable.And some decent upper-class citizens put on the buckskin coats that they have treasured for a year, with black and white mink collars sewn on.

The ladies' coats should be shorter, so as to reveal the beautiful] twig color (note: orange) wool skirt.The woolen skirt is both warm and light. The dyed color is highly saturated, and it is rich and vivid in the snow, just like a basket of delicious red oranges dropped in the snow.This is a favorite style of smocks for medieval women. It wears a light cream white pleated skirt with smooth thin ribbons crossed behind it.They walk on tiptoe carefully, protecting their pointed-toed cowhide shoes covered with cashmere, and servants help them polish the snow from the shoes from time to time. They hold their heads high, not caring that the servants always have to bend over Every time you push someone away, you still hold your nose in disgust, and then stretch out your feet to be wiped by the servants, as if you will be short of something if you don’t watch the excitement; and some girls from ordinary families can’t help but envy those who wear bright clothes. The noble girls in skirts are timid when they see the arrogant and domineering noble ladies. They always have to work, and they can't wear such good fabrics. There is no difference, but the clothes and actions alone can make people feel the difference in the world.

It was rare for Miss Lily to be invited by Miss Christina to go shopping. Christina passed out when she came back today. Only Xiaoxiang Chevrier was jumping and jumping, and she couldn't say anything.After waking up, Christina was furious again, and asked her to say nothing, with a look of hesitation and preoccupation.

The two ladies simply went out for a stroll, and Miss Lily's custom-made sky-blue dress at Fiona's tailoring store just arrived. In the warm Merit Laurel Villa opposite Notre Dame, it would be nice to wear it for her favorite cousin Phoebus. But—this is her new coquettish dress, the low-cut bodice that Lady Anne Boleyn always wears in the palace, and the pea green or sky blue embroidered skirt is coquettish and beautiful, even surpassing Mary. Princess Grete's dressing style has become the object of imitation for the noble ladies.

"Lily, look... I didn't want to say it, they are really shameless!" Miss Christina's hands were trembling with anger, and she pointed at the two people who were intimate in the jewelry store.

Lily was so angry that she couldn't speak, her head was hot, and she didn't know who she was more angry with, her cousin who couldn't distinguish between fragrance and smell, or this cheap｜woman who was pressing in her head.

My poor sister Esmeralda was ecstatic in the emerald necklace that Phoebus had given her, and he said she was beautiful, more beautiful than emeralds!She looked in the mirror in an expensive and high-end shop, and in the mirror, she and her lover illusoryly twisted into a spiral phantom, as if entrusting her into a fabricated dream, and the feeling of flashy, psychedelic and happy ecstasy hovered in her heart , as if covered by a gorgeous dream catcher.

However, when I was not by my sister's side and had no time to protect her, she received a solid slap in the face.

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Despite the heavy snowfall, Quasimodo was still punished to kneel in the snow, which was neither dignified nor physically tortured.Everyone detested him, even the heavens did not feel sorry for the deaf-mute bell ringer, and it snowed heavily again.

After the trial, he was pushed and shoved by the yamen servants to walk through the streets and alleys. He was already limping, and he was able to stand upright on a sunny day, but after the sudden heavy snowfall, it was even more difficult for him to walk. He stumbled and stuck in the snow pit, and he didn't go far in two quarters of an hour, so the servants gradually became impatient with him, and they would inevitably beat him with knives, but Quasimodo didn't cry, he was determined not to cry again , because there will be someone to accompany him, this is the only comfort in his life like this severe cold and snow.

He forcefully opened his single eye with tears in it, and looked at the passing farmer, who was driving an old cart-drawing cattle.The cattle are lame, old and weak, and walk very slowly in the snow. The flesh on their belly has leaked out. The original snow-white belly is missing pieces of hair, and a few tufts of long hair are dragged in the muddy ruts. The wounds overlapped, the dirty back of the bull was arched high, the huge head of the bull was drooping heavily, and one of the horns was sawn off.

A rich squire was pulled in the ox cart. The squire went to the city to collect the payment, and he rented the ox cart when it was snowing heavily. The farmer who was in a hurry to go home kept beating the old cow and beating him until the end of his life. At that moment, sell the cowhide and beef again.

The old ox walked with his head down. At the moment when he met Quasimodo, who was also beaten, the old ox slowly raised his head. The round eyes of the ox shed a tear, and Quasimodo finally shed a tear. A drop of crystal tears hung on his red eyelashes.

What's the difference between him and a beast...

Fortunately, an old servant had a sympathetic heart, pitied him for his lameness, and suggested that everyone escort Quasimodo directly to Greve Square to kneel and make a public display. I would like to go again, save trouble, and simply drive the lame bell ringer to the square again.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, and most of them gathered in the center of the square in advance to see the wooden wheel platform set up by swordsmen and axes for public use. There is a wooden stake called a "Shame Column" in the middle of the wheel as the axle, and the assistants are under the stage Use two hands to jump up and shake the handle to drive the wheel to rotate, allowing the prisoner to face the public 360 degrees without any dead angle, so that good citizens can paste the extra rotten vegetables in their hands more evenly on other people's souls, bury others, and return them by the way. It can consume rotten vegetables, and even every time the execution is executed, there are bright-minded women who collect piles of rotten vegetables and sell them to everyone. The high price of two crowns can always make a fortune, and the coins in the apron jingle.

"Have you heard? The bell ringer may really be the son of the devil. The gypsy defended him, so the punishment is very light, and he is also a witch!" The young man hugged his wife and grabbed Mr. Viscount next to him .

"Are you joking about the Virgin, gypsies and women cannot go to court." Mr. Viscount straightened his mink collar.

"You didn't go to see the excitement in the morning. It's a pity. The woman and the bat became entangled with the archdeacon. Last time I said it was his mistress. This time they seem to be married. I don't know which hell demon witnessed it. .” The young man feels that he has more capital to talk, and he has the first-hand information about this breaking news.

"Although I believe in Protestantism like all the nobles, I definitely don't agree with the vicar's actions. He was just dazed by female sex, just like today's heavy snow, on a whim. Gypsy witches like to flirt with any man , I can’t last long with this kind of woman.” Lord Viscount flicked his silver curly hair, today he was wearing the most fashionable wig on his head, it was a waste of flour.

The flour for the more than [-] wigs that Mr. Viscount has collected can be enough for poor people for a long time, but he feels that regardless of his business, he likes these expensive wigs very much.

"Perhaps the gypsy girl is very nice, and you don't know her well." Gringoire blushed, he was out of breath!

Why does no one think these two girls are worthy of love?These men salivate over the beauty of the gypsy sisters, but look down on them from the bottom of their hearts... In the eyes of Gringoire, what is the difference between these men and Phoebus!Longing but belittling: the two girls are angels in their eyes for a while, and become worthless cheap witches for a while!As a poet, he can't stand these vulgar prejudices!

"It's too outrageous, he's ruining his reputation." Mr. Viscount turned his head, the flour flew out, and his head looked like a crystal ball that could snow: "Oh! Mr. Gringoire, if I remember correctly , It seems that the gypsy witch made trouble in your theater on Double Festival, why did you still speak for her?"

Gringoire was about to continue his eloquence, but John stopped him. John knew that it would be better to speak directly.

"Who says no, but he is a dark wizard, he always walks around with a sullen face, more terrifying than a ghost, have you seen his face hidden under the cloak, I guess it must be livid, maybe it's still dark. With fangs." The young man put his arms around his wife and laughed at the Viscount and the people around him.

"Fuck off, what nonsense! Yo~ isn't this Mr. Viscount! You are still chewing your tongue! Be careful that Salome heard you say bad things about her and killed you!" John twisted his buttocks and shook his hands, still biting his mouth. a gold coin.

"Where did you come from, brat, why are you getting involved when we talk!" People around pushed John with disdain.

"Master, my name is John, and I'm the younger brother of the Vicar of Notre Dame de Paris. Be afraid! Get out of here if you're afraid! It's just like this, I'm still a Viscount." When everyone heard the name of the Vicar, they all panicked. His expression changed and he dispersed, John sneezed loudly, right on the back of Mr. Viscount's head, and the flour flew everywhere in an instant, at least two taels.

The Viscount rubbed the back of his head in distaste, staring at John as he went around behind the wheel and continued to "watch the scenery".

"Brother John, you have a lot of ability to be a jester by the king's side. It's quite suitable to be a jester around the king." Gringoire frowned, pulled Belle's golden goat horn, and slapped John. .

Gringoire's newly married "wife" ran away with Phoebes. He felt that the sky was falling, so he had to look for his elder brother Cloban, and happened to meet John.

They are a group of men gathered together, there is no twists and turns, brotherly loyalty, and wanton laughter.This temporarily eased the pain of his "wife's separation", but he hasn't figured out whether he will go swimming with his elder brother.

John rolled his eyes like a hygienic ball: "What I said is the truth, they are the ones who are ashamed, and they are doing things secretly, and they have the kind of people who go to church and say it in front of their brothers and sisters, so I admire them!"

"Don't let your elder brother and sister-in-law be short. If you have the guts, go in and apologize to my brother-in-law now, and reform yourself from now on. I will call you big brother and let you take the top spot." dwarf strategist sitting on wooden chair.

"I don't dare... Is that possible, just call me big brother and let me?" John shyly showed his lower limit, looked at Croban's fierce tough guy face, and lowered his head: "Okay...look Can't come."

"It's good if you know. Apologize and go back to study." The elder brother rolled his eyes at John even more. He is invincible at the thickest. As the brother-in-law of the vice bishop, he is thicker than the beggars.

"Croban, then you have to say something nice for me then." John continued to mutter.

"Do you need me to intervene in the matter between you two brothers? Doesn't your brother just hope that you can sincerely correct your mistakes and learn from them? He will forgive you." The elder brother scratched his ears and eyes impatiently.

John didn't hold back his fart after all: "I mean ask for some money for me."

Gringoire and the other beggars couldn't stand it anymore, and took the lead in booing John's shamelessness.

Croban and the others turned around and were about to go down to the river to take a bath: "Then you're left to fend for yourself, there's no way out." My brother casually put a gray towel on his muscular back.

"Brother Beggar King! That's all I ask for!" John smiled and walked backwards to catch up.

"Your request is too high." His brother Cloban folded his arms and asked John's completely speechless soul with his arms folded and a small pile of snow on his head: "How did you survive until now?"

"Of course it depends on my brother." John replied naturally, without guilt.

Cloban frowned. He has always pursued the idea of ​​independence and self-improvement. John's attitude towards Claude made him very dissatisfied: "Brother, don't fight brother, can we be stronger ourselves."

"You mean I went to ask my brother for money by myself?" John was obsessed with asking for money, unable to extricate himself.

"No wonder my brother-in-law kicked you out of the house. I want to beat you for him! If you were my own brother, I guarantee that you will die, and you will die. Oh...it's nothing. Goodbye, Goodbye." Brother With an expression of "brother, I'm very disappointed in you", he sighed deeply.

After Croban finished speaking, he walked to the bank of the square without looking back, while John held his breath at the gate of Notre Dame, praying to God to thicken his face and give him enough courage.

The elder brother took off his shirt, showing his muscular muscles, wearing a pair of white knee-high shorts, like a handsome and strong shark king, jumping gracefully into the snow-drifted Seine River.

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