[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

Belle's name sounds like a little girl, but she is actually a little goat.She's cute, pretty, and so smart that pet-haters like Anya can't get enough of her.The most commendable thing is that Jiali loves cleanliness and is very obedient.

The snow-white goat has a sense of purity, and Esmeralda dyed the little goat a flashy gold, just like her own aesthetic dress, and hung a golden collar around her neck.It might be the first one to notice the change of its owner, but Anya's temperament and familiar smell confuse the little goat.So now, as she ran over, she rubbed the palm of Anya's hand with the top of her head in confusion, and looked at Anya with her pure eyes, as if expecting her order.

Anya patted her on the head lightly: "It's your turn, Belle." She sat down like Esmeralda often did, and stretched out her tambourine in front of the goat: "Belle, what month is it now? "

The goat raised its front foot and tapped lightly on the tambourine to signify that it was January.The audience applauded enthusiastically, expressing their admiration for her ingenuity.

Anya turned the tambourine to the other side and asked, "Jia Li, what date is it today?"

The white lamb raised its golden little feet and beat the tambourine six times without hesitation, and today happened to be number six.The applause from the audience grew louder.

Esmeralda trains her lamb in various ways, and of course Belle knows more than one trick.She not only knows the year, month and day, but also knows how to tell the time according to the owner's prompt.But this kind of trick will definitely be questioned. People usually don't think how smart a sheep can be, but smart beauties are likely to be associated with witches.According to the vague impression in Anya's mind, it seemed that there was a witch among the charges Esmeralda was tried for?

A gloomy gaze was fixed on Anya all the time.Anya smiled and turned over the tambourine, looking over there as if casually.The dark clouds on the face of the priest in black seemed to attract violent storms at any time. On the one hand, it was lust, but on the other hand, it was morality. Claude Frollo must be quite distressed now.But no matter what, his final choice must be to succumb to his desire｜desire...

As long as he is a human being, he must have his weaknesses, and his weaknesses are his desires.When you want to eat when you are hungry, this is the desire for food; when you are cold, you want clothes to protect you from the cold, this is the desire for clothes; when you want to have shelter when you are on the street, this is the desire for houses... Yes Desire for food, clothing, housing and transportation is the instinct of survival, which is not wrong in itself.But what if they already had these things?

With enough food, you want to get more refined and more reserves; with clothes that cover your body, you want softer, more exquisite and gorgeous fabrics; Human desires will never be satisfied, whether emotional or material.Those who have already got want more, while those who have not got are not satisfied with what they have now.Ungrateful, unsatisfied, ambition is the driving force for progress, but those who do not know how to restrain their desires can only be drowned in desires in the end.And humans... always do.

Even without the original book in hand, Anya can fully guess the process and ending.The so-called masterpieces, after removing their good side, what is left is nothing but an elegy of human nature.

While thinking about it, she turned over the tambourine and asked with a smile, "Jia Li, what time is it?"

Belle's hoof quickly tapped seven times on the drum, and at the same time, the clock in the Pillar Pavilion not far away just struck seven o'clock.More people admired and applauded for this, but an unsocial and gloomy voice appeared in the crowd: "There must be witchcraft in this!"

And indeed it was he, His Excellency the Archdeacon.Anya continued to smile as if she hadn't heard it.If the vicar's determination and actions were limited to this, she would have no need to continue today.She patted the lamb's head again, stood up, and started walking with her tambourine in hand.To be honest, her performance today is not as varied as Esmeralda's before, and the time seems to be a little short, but people feel that some strange changes have taken place in this girl, although the clothes and air are still impressive. It feels like something completely different.This transformation deepened the mysterious temperament of the Egyptian girl, so when people gave money, it was no different from usual.

All of the programs that Esmeralda specially arranged for the festival were not used by Anya.As she walked along the crowd, she was paying attention to the expressions of the audience.If there was someone she was looking for, that person must be different.

When she walked up to a poorly dressed young man, the man stared blankly at her, put his hands into his pockets, and soon his face was pale and dripping with sweat.It's normal for the performers to collect the rewards, but the spectators have no money to tip.Anya only needs to stretch the tambourine to the side, and more coins will fall into it.So she didn't take this person seriously and walked over.

Suddenly, a sharp cry came from a corner of the square: "You don't want to fuck, Egyptian grasshopper!"

The voice appeared so suddenly that Anya was taken aback and turned around.It was a woman's voice.Anya tried her best to search the remaining impressions in her mind, and recognized that this was Esmeralda's biological mother Maiden.But now is definitely not a good occasion to recognize relatives, so she just shrugged and turned back.

A group of children who were running around in the square were very happy when they heard this voice: "It's the hermit nun from the Bell Tower of Laurent! It's the girl in sackcloth who is furious! Could it be that she hasn't had dinner yet? Let's get her some leftovers to eat!"

The audience broke up, swarming towards the pillars and cold tables.

Anya's habit is to eat three meals a day, but it's rare for her to sleep well in the past few days. She doesn't get up until about noon every day.I didn't eat in the afternoon, and I danced for so long just now, so I was already hungry.She sat on the edge of the square, took a few bites of the sandwiches she made, but noticed a cold gaze staring at her all the time.

Anya frowned and looked over there, the face of the archdeacon was looming in the shadows.Her mood was bad, and her appetite was not so good.But after a while, the archdeacon disappeared.

The square slowly fell silent.Anya sat alone in an empty corner, the evening wind gently blowing her hair.She pulled out the hairpin, let her black hair hang down, closed her eyes slightly, and couldn't help humming softly.

"I have always believed that I have a hometown,

A territory wider than the sea, covered by sky and clouds..."

Esmeralda has a fine voice for singing.Anya's voice was low and soft, and she sang a strange yet familiar language slowly.Sitting on the street in a foreign country, using a strange body and voice, even the memory is strange and vague... Where is her hometown?When will she be able to return to her hometown...

While singing, Anya suddenly stopped.As if to vent the depression in her heart, she sang loudly: "Arabs on horseback, with swords in their hands and braces on their shoulders, and catapults connected into a large piece, don't fight and destroy each other..."

"Cicada in hell, why don't you shut up for me?" The voice of the maiden girl came over furiously.On the contrary, Anya raised her voice and continued singing, with a malicious thought in her heart.The impression of the original book in her memory has been so thin that it is almost nothing, but she is very curious now, what is the thought in Maiden's heart when she knows that Esmeralda, who has been scolded and hated by her all the time, is actually her own daughter? what does it look like?

The audience had long since left, and Anya acted as if the performance was over. The girl in sackcloth should have stopped talking, but a man yelled, "Oh! Damn the broken saw came to saw Break the harp!"

The voice was not far from Anya, which surprised her.She stood up and looked in that direction, only to see a poorly dressed young man standing over there - the one who couldn't take out the money just now.The lines of fate are intertwined one after another, and this person is very likely to be one of the people she is looking for—the only one among the few people she can't find out the news and name is the poet. Could it be that he is?

Anya looked at him carefully, and found that this man was indeed very mad like a poet, and the melancholy expression on his face could not be faked—although it was most likely caused by poverty.The archdeacon doesn't know where he is now, and now is a good opportunity to get in touch with the poet.

But Anya thought about it, and gave up on this move.It's too risky to get in touch now. According to the previous experience, the target of the "system" should be the darling of fate and the protagonist in the famous novel.Although she was probably sure that the "System" was forced to sleep on her body for unknown reasons, but she couldn't escape, but who knew if this person was an accomplice of the "System"?Let's have a look again.

Suddenly, from a certain direction, shouts were heard that were more lively than those in the square at this time.