【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

Notre Dame de Paris is brightly lit tonight, and the most incredible thing is the largest Christmas tree in France, which is covered with small candles covered in different colored glass, which is safe and can emit different colors.

As Christmas Eve just left, the footsteps of Christmas came one after another. The bells of Notre Dame de Paris rang just at this time, echoing in the night sky filled with the aroma of gingerbread and roast chicken, telling people that Christmas has come, it is The most important day of all religious festivals.

No one gave Quasimodo gifts, and Claude didn't talk to him much except for asking him to go out and buy something. Recently, Claude became very depressed, but Quasimodo also had his own fun—that is, going to Turkey The bathhouse helped a female worker named Chai Na carry water there.

Chai Na was just an ordinary girl with a large red birthmark on her face, so she was in the nun's nursery as soon as she was born. It is said that her mother was a nun who secretly gave birth to her, and she was punished by God So there was such a big bat-like red mark on her face, which almost occupied most of her face. Others laughed at her for being ugly, and she always thought she was ugly, but Quasimodo still thought she was pretty, her The face is as pretty as a butterfly.

Besides, Chai Na has always been very kind to him, and today she left him some hot gingerbread men. It used to be that the people in the Turkish bath only made fun of Chai Na, but now they made fun of them together again. This monster is in a relationship, and Chai Na is not angry. Although they are not in love, she also likes Quasimodo. This is a gift from Quasimodo.

Claude just went to bed, but he tossed and turned on the bed unable to fall asleep despite being very tired. He had just returned from the royal banquet, and as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind would unknowingly imagine that gypsy girl in his arms. , It would be great if it was true, then he would not suffer from insomnia like this again, this is lovesickness!Fortunately, after he fantasized about getting a kiss from the girl, he fell asleep sadly. The heavy official duties made this sad man fall asleep earlier.

Dawn was coming earlier and earlier, and life was difficult for the nearest Vicar Claude, especially on Christmas Day.

Last night, at the strong request of the emperor, the archdeacon was forced to "actively" participate in the Christmas Eve midnight banquet in the Palace of Fontainebleau, and socialize with every nobleman whose head "echoes loudly when tapped lightly". During the binge drinking, Erwin avoided Mrs. Christine and hid in the palace, and Gringoire also hid in the church to keep warm and read.

Although Claude had been busy all day yesterday, he still packed up early and fed his beloved bay red horse: "You are at a good age, aren't you? Proud old man."

As an excellent priest with the most self-discipline and a practitioner of penance, Claude never sleeps late.

The mass with Claude as the lecturer lasted a full three hours, and he stood motionless and spoke the Bible for three hours.

After listening to the church choir's "Christmas Carol" and "Praise to Our Lady" according to the procedure, he returned to his office with his head down.

Claude didn't even have time to study his alchemy these two days, and he didn't have time to organize the books in the secret room, clean the black ash in the fireplace, or take out a few traditional French butter biscuits left in the corner of the stove. A lot of official documents to deal with.

Claude did not believe that there was a Santa Claus in this world 20 years ago, and he himself was "Santa Claus"-for his little brother John.

John came very early today. He went to his brother's bedroom to search but failed, so he went directly to the office to find Claude. As soon as he entered the door, he sat on the sofa with a big grin, and told Claude with a smile on his face: "Brother, I Needed to buy too many Christmas presents! It was for the children of the foundlings and they didn't get presents, poor thing."

"I've been to the nursery last night, and I personally handed out Christmas gifts to the children. I bought them with the money raised during the day on Christmas Eve." Claude approved the documents without raising his head, expressionless: "So you You're lying to me, I'm too busy to listen to your lies. Tell the truth, or I won't give you a penny."

"Okay, brother, I'm going to Love Valley for consumption, and I'm going to invite Christina to Eve's Apple Bar for a date at night. I just learned a few ballroom dancing steps." John put his feet on Claude's desk indifferently.

"Hmph, you're really busy, I only have one word for you—scroll." Claude took out another piece of paper and started to write without being moved at all.

"Nothing else?" John continued to pester.

"Get out." Claude didn't look up at him, he is a person with no emotion today.

John simply moved a stool to block the door: "Brother! Today is Christmas! I won't leave unless you give me money, and you don't even want to go out to do business!"

"How bold, Mr. John, you dare to threaten me!" Claude was annoyed by John again.

"Please, dear brother, help me, today is Christmas, please...or I will lose face..." John magnified his move, and Claude couldn't bear his begging like this, but Claude Lord hadn't cared about him recently, and no one knew where the serious priest's heart had gone.

"Here, hurry up and close the door." Claude frowned sullenly, and Little John purposely muffled his voice like a eunuch singing a soprano in the palace, which made Claude goosebumps Pimples, creepy, he threw the money bag on the desk in a bit of hatred, and waved his hands impatiently.

"Thank you!" John snatched Claude's purse from the table, pulled the door open, and happily ran downstairs. As long as there is "support" from his brother, there will be wine and women. This kind of life is very important for John. Everyday is Christmas.

The mahogany door slammed shut, causing the ink on the quill pen tip in Claude's hand to drip onto the parchment that was full of writing. Claude crumpled the paper and threw the pen on the table agitatedly. Instead of carefully inserting back the fragrant croissant ink bottle as before, the office is quiet, the archdeacon sometimes pulls his hair, and then lies on the desk in frustration, silently staring at the giant stained glass window in a daze. His slender fingers tapped on the table anxiously.

Claude felt very bored, lonely and tired. He didn't know the meaning of his hard work every day.

On Christmas Eve and Christmas he was ten times busier than usual, and most of the events he dealt with were church entertainment.

His main business is preaching and studying knowledge, but this poor private time has been invaded by trifles. The old bishop experienced alcoholism at the Christmas Eve banquet and didn't wake up until the afternoon, and he will continue to carnival tonight; Not to mention the bishop, who doesn't care about anything, and doesn't understand anything... This caused the monks to ask him where to put the Christmas tree.

Claude, he has been working for fifteen hours straight, he doesn't like Christmas, Christmas makes him too busy to have time to pin the girl in his eyes carefully, he needs a lot of time to think about his love Girl.

Although he can often make eye contact with her, he shyly avoids it every time. He likes it, but he is ashamed to be found out. The girl Salome does not shy away from it, and looks at him with her crooked eyebrows. Laughing, he would find trouble with her from time to time, but every time he was blocked by her cute smiling face, he was almost crazy addicted to this girl...

It has been like this for a month, and he thinks that he has fallen in love with her deeply. This forbidden feeling is about to move in his heart. The beast in his heart has become more and more crazy recently, like a gunpowder detonating at any time, he suppressed it tired and tired Nervous, he felt a lot of psychological pressure, easily collapsed, and he felt that he was about to be doomed.

On Christmas Eve, today the world is full of stars, but there are few stars in the sky. The love is lingering and turbulent. The archdeacon walked out uncontrollably. Salome Gorgon is in the bright but deserted Piazza del Fleur, on the colorful banks of the Seine.

"If you don't follow my righteous way, if I don't point out that I'm going astray with you, Liu, you will be tender-hearted and tricky, full of eyes, invisible, and beautiful like a flower branch."

There is no one in the square today. People are reunited in warm homes and having Christmas dinners. Claude is afraid that she is no longer there.

He anxiously walked to the river beach square. There was only a giant pine tree standing in the center of the square. There was no candle on it. It was really just a pine tree. Fortunately, there was a snake, a goat and two bewildered gypsy girl.

From a distance, Claude saw Salome, the girl's hair was shining.

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My sister and I went to the River Beach Plaza for the first time to set up night stalls, and it happened to coincide with Christmas. There are so many festivals for these Europeans, especially in medieval Europe, there are also many religious festivals.

I didn't see Claude yesterday. I don't know if he will come today. I feel uncomfortable if I don't see his gloomy face. I don't feel comfortable if I don't come to find fault with me. I always think about him. What's wrong, am I sick...

"Salome..." Claude blurted out my name, and hesitated again: "You two foreign witches don't go back in the middle of the night, and you want to show off your sorcery here again."

I turned my head in surprise, showing a big smile. He was standing behind me, hiding in the dark cloak and looking at me motionlessly, like a standing rotten shroud.

I ran over and jumped around enthusiastically beside him. It was the courage Christmas gave me. I approached him excitedly and grabbed his sleeve. He smiled at me...he smiled at me!

"We are going home." My sister is used to having a "ghost" hiding in the crowd, because the vicar bishop has followed Xiaosha almost every day since the day he rescued his sister from Phoebes. ".

And Xiaosha is also very curious about him, Xiaosha is like a girl in puberty, she is inexplicably shy when she sees the archdeacon, the careless little fool covers her face, learning to be a lady, Esmeralda can feel Seeing their eyes admiring each other, the archdeacon fell in love with his sister thoroughly, and the man's melancholy and sad eyes stared at her sister's every move, and he was about to burst into flames. Xiaosha was still stubborn, and said : "I really don't like the vicar bishop, he is fierce and gloomy..." Alas, the little girl who blushes when she tells a lie, she never said that she doesn't like the vicar bishop, she just said "I don't like it, I dare not like it..."

I really don't know when they will be able to express their love. Seeing them suffer so much, Esmeralda wants to speak out for them.

"Hey! Why are you here?" My heart was like a jumping little parrot, chirping, but I swallowed it nervously.

"I want to see you! I want to... no, I'm just passing by to see if you're doing witchcraft to other people." Claude blurted out to meet me, looked into my shining eyes under the shadow, and said "Miss you "Forcibly endured it back, and replaced it with a sentence of "finding fault".

"Sir, there's no one today. Everyone's home for Christmas dinner. You know, there's no audience for our show." I twirled my cane and shrugged.

"Am I not a spectator?" the Archdeacon murmured sullenly.

"We can't just perform for you, Mr. Archdeacon, we are going home too." My sister muttered and stuffed things into the box.

"You have to go now..." Claude was in a hurry, grabbed my hand, and let go immediately, listening to his voice seemed regretful and lost.

"Sister, wait a minute! Everyone deserves the joy we bring him at Christmas..." I stretched out my cold little hand to Claude, and showed a sincere smile: "My lord vice bishop skipped Kang Kang dance, it's fun, give me your hand."

Claude looked at my starry crescent eyes, hesitantly put his hand on my little hand, and impulsively wrapped my little hand tightly with his big hand after a while, his face in the black hole blushed happily, and a little Nervous and uncomfortable.

The elder sister curled her lips: "I'm all for my younger sister", then slowly beat the tambourine, I blinked gratefully at her, good sister!

I couldn't see Claude's blurred expression, hooked his neck, took his hand, and quickly flapped the skirt.Cancan is a kind of ballroom dance for the lower classes. Unlike the slow and elegant court ballroom dance, my dance is passionate and unrestrained.

At first, Claude couldn't let go and couldn't keep up. I dragged him around the square with a sullen face. I danced very happily, and I could kick and jump freely. The beautiful girl pulled the light gauze white skirt Running under the moonlight, like a moose running towards the moon, carnival without appreciation.

"Come on! Claude!" I was having fun, and called out Claude's name smoothly.

The archdeacon thought that this was the first time he had discovered that his name could be called so nicely. When it came out of her mouth, his name had a special meaning.

Claude is really smart, and he learned the cancan dance steps in a short while. He relaxed and put his arms around my waist.

In the empty and quiet square, a golden elf accompanied by a tall black ghost is flying freely, as if reciprocating between heaven and earth at will, and no one can stop the love between their souls.

At the end of the dance, he put his arms around my waist, he stared at me, my eyes had no place to rest, I flew my eyes at my sister, she pretended not to see, the atmosphere was a bit subtle, why is it so hot in winter.

Why is he getting closer and closer to me... The black hole on his face seemed to suck me in, he bent down, my heart was beating like thunder, his thin lips were slightly parted, and he wanted to kiss the girl's lips, but in the end he only dared to do so cautiously Kissed the girl on the cheek.

My face was also hidden in his black hood. I was so close to him but I couldn't see his face clearly. I could only smell his fiery breath. I seemed to be able to smell the heat between his lips and teeth. Eyes wide open with blushing heartbeat, lips pursed, suddenly felt my soft and cool face was gently pecked, it was a hot kiss, I covered my cheek shyly, subconsciously took a step back, but he hugged me tightly .

"Go up." Claude suddenly covered me in the cloak and spoke to me while lowering his head.

"Huh?" I was at a loss.

Claude handed me a small star-shaped glass candle lamp in the dark, and took it out of his arms, emitting a pale yellow candle light, which he brought to me specially.

He lifted me up involuntarily, and I sat on his shoulders and hung the star lamp on the highest pine tree.

Claude put me down, I put my hands together, what wish should I make...

"I hope to get a kiss from my favorite Claude, a real kiss." I closed my eyes tightly and made a sincere wish.

"Come here." His voice was cold.

"Why..." As soon as my lips burned, he actually kissed me, a dark kiss, a kiss without his expression, a short kiss.

On the other side of the Seine, the clock struck midnight on Christmas, and it was a new year, and the gorgeous fireworks bloomed just right in the night sky, warm and bright, slightly illuminating his face in the black hole: his eyes were very gentle , like the sea in mist, and his breath is soft, like the wind on the sea.

"How do you know what wish I made." I was a little ashamed, how did he know what wish I made.

"Don't say it out loud next time you make a wish." Claude said calmly.

"Really! It won't work if you say it!" I was so embarrassed, I seemed to say it just now: "But you still kissed me, my lord archdeacon."

"Miss Salome, you can do anything with me, after all, I am your favorite...Isn't it?"

Sure enough, he heard everything.

"What about you, what wish did you make?" I was a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at him.

"I...I wish I could kiss the woman I love the most..." Claude was mysterious, he took off his hat beside me, turned his face sideways, and smiled at me, clearly and happily Smile.

"Now, my wish has come true." He said lightly, the candlelight was flickering, and the evening breeze was blowing, messing up the girl's nebula-like hair, and fireworks scattered all over the sky on the bottom of her golden-sand-like clear pupils, reflecting in his eyes. With melancholy eyes like the surface of a calm sea, he loves her, and she loves him too.

The stars and the sea are not as good as you.

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The author has something to say:

This is a Christmas special, which happened in December, after Claude rescued Salome from Phoebus, and it happened between chapters 16 and 17.

Merry Chrismas! ! !

Merry Christmas to you!

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