【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

"Eat slowly." The Duke of Comontey stared at me lovingly, pushed his steak to me, and drank his red wine.

Patricia folded her arms and looked down at me, Mrs. Christine twisted her mouth, and her face was full of cruel smiles.

As I was eating the fifth chicken leg, I put down the bone in embarrassment, wiped the oil from my mouth, rolled my eyes, and sat upright.

"Will you recognize my daughter?" The eyes of the hermit nun shone strangely. She had suffered for so long and counted on Comontey for so many years, but now she still has unreliable expectations for this flirtatious man. .

Duke Comontey's expression froze, and he turned to me and changed the subject: "Do you have anything you want?"

"I want to redeem Claude's land." I blurted out.

Mrs. Christine immediately shouted: "Impossible!"

I am not afraid of her, she is not a good thing, I just have this problem, the worse you are, the more I will deal with you, and I will not raise my calm eyes: "Mrs. Christine, Claude's title deed and The house deed is only pledged to you, but not transferred to you, so it is illegal for you to occupy the land of the noble priest."

"You condemned prisoner are talking about the law with me? If it weren't for me, you would have died a long time ago!" Christine picked up a glass of wine and poured it over my head and face.

"Daughter! How dare you splash my daughter!" The nun quickly twisted my little face away, pinching my bulging cheeks with her index finger and thumb, my face was like a meat bun.

"You know in your heart what you have done. Why did it benefit me? I used my excuse to escape sanctions and steal the day. I can only say that it is easy for civilians to die. The law is aimed at me, not Mrs. Patricia." I said Pouted, and was wiped by my mother pinching her face: "Let me thank you with other people's lives, I really can't say it, I don't deserve it and I can't, even though I narrowly escaped death this time."

"You know, I do this a lot. If you don't want to die, just shut up and let a humble ant disappear from this world... It's easy! Otherwise, what do you think? I have everything, what do you have? Hmm ?” Patricia’s violent temper is about to explode again, and she will be pissed off by her father, and she will go back and tell her mother about it, unless her father buys her the pigeon egg diamond necklace with a market value of 4000 yuan.

My mother finally dried my face carefully, and kept touching my face with fondness and compliments. I grabbed my mother's hand and continued to say to Patricia seriously: "Didn't I help you too? I don't want to As a pawn, I don't want to mix with your filthy philosophy of life, how can I return Claude's land?"

"Gold coins, 1 yuan." Mrs. Christine rolled her eyes at me with difficulty.

I exclaimed: "1 yuan!!! Is there such a big mouth?! Claude's tax collection for more than 30 years is less than three quarters of 1 yuan!"

"Do you know that 1 gold coins are my daily expenses? I'm giving you a lot of face." Mrs. Christine snorted at me, and it was very difficult for her to speak.

"So there's nothing to talk about?" Even if I'm a real witch, I can't change 1 gold coins!

"Hmph... Salome, I'm here to pay the money. You can take back the title deed and house deed of the vicar bishop." Duke Comontey, who was silent at the side, cleared his throat and proposed that he settle the matter. What's more, Claude is still friends with him.

Patricia yelled dissatisfiedly: "Dad!" If Dad gave Mrs. Christine the money, what would he use to buy her a necklace? !

The Viscount Cormontil rubbed his temples impatiently, and said the last unfeeling words to the nun: "That's it, Mrs. Christine. Paquette, I tell you the truth, I won't recognize her! We are also regarded as Take advantage of each other, this money should be regarded as the loss I paid to you mother and daughter, anyway, I am not short of this money, Patricia once spent 1 yuan a day, just don't bother me anymore."

"I didn't want to find you at all! It's a deal, I don't want to recognize you anyway... I don't have a father, you talk about interests with me, I only talk about interests." I was very angry and pulled my mother to stand up, kicked Open the stool.

"Mr. Comontey, this is all caused by you. You didn't finish the fox, and you made a mess, and left a little slut to come to my cousin and niece. I will give you some face today and send it away." I lost her." Mrs. Christine heard that Comonteuil would pay back the money for me, so she threw Claude's land deed and house deed on the ground, pointed at me and roared: "Take it! The archdeacon only has her." Unlucky, she's a slut like her mother!"

I have always insisted that a gentleman does not give food that comes from you, and I have a stubborn personality, but I must bow my head today-this is the ancestral property of the Frollo family, and I cannot defeat the family of Claude and John!They will do whatever it takes to save me. Why can't I suffer a little humiliation? Even if my dignity is worthless today, it's not a problem at all. It's for Claude and for a greater "righteousness."

I slowly lowered my waist, squatted on the ground, picked up each of Claude's land deeds and house deeds, counted them carefully, and gently patted off the dust with my hands.

"Bitch." Patricia stepped on my hands and feet, and Duke Comontey pulled her back.

"My mother and I will take a step first and leave." I pulled the crying mother, took Claude's contract in my arms, turned and left.

I really want to see my family, I really want to see Claude, I love him even more after life and death.

……

In just one day, Claude lost everything. His lover and his family were ruined all of a sudden, but it was not his fault. He realized what it means to be heartbroken. Agarwood ash.

He ran out from the Pont Saint-Michel and looked for Xiaosha in the river beach square, but he was the only one left in the whole square except for the damaged mouse hole. The scorching marks, the sky is gloomy, and the wind in March is still damp and cool. This is the first rain of this year. God shed tears, but Claude, who collapsed in the middle of the square, couldn't shed another drop tears.

In this way, the spider web of happiness was mercilessly drawn away by fate, and his soul was far away from his body, and floated to another world with his wife. He once suffered from lovesickness, and now he has an incurable hollow heart disease. His body was numb, he touched the position of his heart, the heart was still beating tirelessly, but he could no longer feel that he was still alive.

He knew that he had betrayed God, and God would punish him, but he did not expect to take away his favorite person in such a cruel way. He opened his mouth silently, but couldn't ask, "Why didn't he die?" If so, why do I agree to spoiling her, even without her, I still have to live well?

It was she who made him have feelings in this ruthless world, and it was she who enriched his dreams...

How should he live?Without Xiaosha, he even forgot to breathe...but who could he ask?The sky was dark and cloudy, but he was lying numb on the ground with a pale face, his gray-blue eyes were lifeless, and he was motionless, like a living statue that had been pushed down, conscious but unable to get up, his mind began to fantasies of the past.

He thought of the mountain, the sea of ​​flowers that Xiaosha longed for the most, so he got up suddenly and ran to the foot of the mountain outside Paris, but the mountain was bare, and the flowers in March hadn't bloomed yet, she didn't wait for the sea of ​​flowers, and he didn't wait for her either. He climbed desperately to the top of the mountain, and the branches and thorns scratched his priest's robe, and he would sit down and cry with sorrow, kissing every stitch, because his beloved wife patched it for him, and he scratched it He staggered, and his palms and cheeks were rubbed with wounds, but he climbed to the top as if he didn't feel it at all.

He knelt down on the top of the hill, staring blankly at the brightly lit city of Paris in the distance, large and small buildings, he hoped to see Xiaosha's shadow in front of a certain window, but he couldn't see anything, no hope, no In the future, there is no expectation... Everything dissipated with her, but his sadness was like clouds in the sky, and Xiaosha's love poems condensed and hovered, and her side face in the snow was still so bright, so fresh...

"Your soul is gone! Where's mine?! Where's mine?!"

The warm lights of Wanjia gradually blurred Claude's cold eyes, his ribs ached, tears wet the love purse in his hand, he also had a family once, and he should have her, now, it seems that only He was alone—God created everything in the world in seven days, but destroyed everything in Claude's spiritual world in just a moment. The gods no longer responded to him, nor could he end his pain.

He walked down the dark mountain slowly like a dream, and the thunder rumbled, and it was going to rain soon.

The Miracle Kingdom is silent tonight, and no one can eat.

"Woo..." the elder brother choked up, and Gringoire and John's eyes were also red: "My little sister loves this the most. My chicken has laid eggs. I originally left a basket for her. In a month, I will eat it." Save! What crime did my lovely little sister commit? Let her die so miserable!"

"Brother, it's all my fault! I'm ashamed to see you, let me die!" My sister was being tied to a chair. After she was acquitted, she slammed into the wall and hung herself. up.

The elder brother wept uncontrollably: "Esmeralda, I don't have a sister! Do you want me to die again? That's fine! Let me save my worry, do you want her to die in vain?"

"I..." My sister also cried.

"Gringoire, what are you doing?" John wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and slapped Gringoire with his elbow.

Gringoire grinned and cried, "I throw this chicken leg into the fire, and my little sister will eat it."

So when I came out of the restaurant and was about to take my mother back to the Kingdom of Miracles, the people in the Kingdom of Miracles thought I had seen hell!

Because the guards did burn a woman's body in the river beach square.

At that time, I saw that the Palace of Miracles was bright but silent, so I rushed in excitedly: "I'm back!"

"ah……!"

"Oh my God!"

"ghost!"

Hearing the shouts, the whole palace was boiling, and everyone crowded together.

"Little sister! What wish do you still have unfulfilled?" My brother stood in front of me and cried loudly.

"It must be the teacher." Gringoire answered.

"Then she should go to my brother!" John continued to make up the knife.

"Sister, ah, ah!" My sister screamed loudly.

I was really speechless, my stomach hurt from laughing, and I sighed: "Oh, am I still alive?" Then I extended my hand to my brother.

"Really?" The elder brother was dubious.

"Of course~ you touch my hand, I'm still warm!" I moved my hand forward.

"Hey!" My brother closed his eyes and grabbed my hand tremblingly: "Hey, it's really hot!"

"Hey! Salome isn't dead, she's not dead!" The people in the hall erupted.

I warmly hugged everyone, and untied my dazed sister: "Sister, not only am I not dead, but I also have good news for you. Who do you think this is?"

"Who is this lady?" My sister looked at the hermit nun with teary eyes in doubt.

"She is our mother!" I said excitedly.

I told everyone what happened today, and everyone was amazed. Gringoire commented that my story today was too dramatic, and he came up with the inspiration for the play again. My mother took my sister and me like admiring a pair of antique porcelain vases I couldn't put it down, so I asked my sister to take good care of my mother. After kissing my mother on the cheek, I rushed to Notre Dame to find Claude.

Claude wandered aimlessly back to the river in the beach square, staring at the dead water in a daze. Small raindrops fell from the sky, knocking ripples on the river surface, and the mist flowed along the gray-blue eyes. Spreading, the monks passing by found a strange man who didn't hold an umbrella, just stuck to the riverside like that, as if he had lost his soul.

I covered my head with my small hand and ran to the gate of Notre Dame. The rain wet my hair, but I just smiled, full of urgency, and full of desire to see him. I have been separated from him for a month, and my thoughts are full The walls of the cell, thoughts overflowing my body.

"Open the door!" It was raining heavily, and I patted on the door of the church, but no one opened the door for me. I called Claude to the small window, but there was no response. I called Quasimodo, but Quasimodo is deaf.

The raindrops dripped down and kissed my face coolly. I raised my head, and the worn-out cloak-wrapped skirt was soaked in the same way Claude put it on me.

"Claude...Claude..."

Claude stared at the water in a daze. He heard Xiaosha's voice calling the door from the other side of the river. He called his name many times. He thought it was a water demon imitating Xiaosha's voice to lure him into the river. He suspected that he was crazy. Now, the rain flowed down his brow and into his eyes, he looked to the opposite side, and found a woman in front of Notre Dame, very similar to Xiaosha!

"I must be crazy..." He laughed at himself for being stupid, but still couldn't help shouting: "Xiaosha!!!"

He cried and cried.

I was looking left and right at the door, when I suddenly heard Claude calling me from the other side of the river, I hurried to the bank, jumped up and waved: "Claude, I'm here!"

When Claude saw the figure on the other side, his heart was like an egg whose shell had been cracked. He was overjoyed and waved to me and ran to the bridge. I also rushed to him with my tattered skirt.

From a distance, I saw two figures, one red and one black, running eagerly in the night rain. The red figure fell in the rain and got up again. The two small dots, red and black, finally met in the misty mist. In the center of the milky white marble bridge.

Claude pursed his lips, his eyes flickered, and his whole body was trembling, as if something was writhing and struggling in his body. I smiled foolishly, and I jumped on top of him, and he was lying on the bridge under my pressure. He patted me, grinned loudly, coughed, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry, whether it was rain or tears on his face.

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Today is 2022. On the day of love, we discovered love and miracles!

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