Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Ren Liberty is so exciting, Quasimodo finally chose to return to Notre Dame de Paris.

Before leaving, Quasimodo kept saying "I'm sorry", as if he had done something outrageous.After Ma Shengqiuya's persuasion, the simple bell ringer's heart knot was untied a little, and he let go of his hatred for other people.

Aso also respected the bell ringer's decision and sighed for his apology.

Even if the choice to go back is wrong.

If people can rationally decide their own life and regard it as the "optimal solution", it is just a picture in the imagination, and even Mori Ogai in Fumino did not follow through to the end.

To be a man is to have relaxation and relaxation. When you are young, you should indulge when you should, and you will naturally know how to restrain yourself when you are middle-aged.

Just like those few enviable geniuses in history.

Akiya Aso thought of the "Skywalker" thief Frank Abagnale who ran away from home at the age of 16 and pretended to be an airplane pilot, doctor, and lawyer. Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud, a talented poet who became famous and sealed his pen, went out to smuggle ivory and sell arms.

Their lives are so wonderful that ordinary people can't help but be amazed.

In terms of good and evil, neither is good or bad in the traditional sense.

It can only be said that people living in their era will definitely be dumbfounded by their shining light like shooting stars.Compared with the anti-fraud master Frank Abagnale who was recruited by the FBI, the premature death of Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud interprets the true meaning of the literary world's evaluation of him "destroying the world while illuminating it".

Ma Shengqiu also thought of Rimbaud who died of exhaustion, and his heart suddenly hurt.

He laughed dumbfounded: "What am I regretting?"

[I was in the 70th century, and Rimbaud was in the [-]th century. Even if I lived to death, I would never see him, let alone Frank Abagnale who lived to be [-] years old to give a speech at Google in his previous life. 】

[The only thing they have in common is the biographical films they made, all starring Leonardo, "Cat and Mouse Game" and "Total Eclipse of the Heart" are really impressive. 】

[This is the unparalleled life of a genius, breaking the shackles of the world at the age of 16. 】

[I am not as good as them. 】

[This body is 16 years old this year, and it is in its youth. Should I also be youthful once? 】

"I don't know why... I always feel that I am old, and I can't lift my spirits too much."

Ma Shengqiu also stroked his face, thinking about a bunch of things that he couldn't say.According to his personality, he will definitely spit out with high spirits, but there is an indescribable cautiousness and old-fashioned style that allow him to keep the secret of the traverser. His eyes are not green and green, but a cold front.

He sat in front of the crude dressing table in the middle ages, looked at himself with a small mirror in his hand, and thought ironically: "I still think this face is too beautiful to be true, it is a two-dimensional beauty."

Ma Shengqiu also entertained himself: "Magic mirror, magic mirror, I know that I am the most beautiful person, everyone's eyes have told me this, so, who is the most talented person in this world?"

After a few seconds, no one answered Aso Qiuya who was alone.

Solitude swallowed his smile.

Aso Qiuya's heart was empty, and the things that might once filled his heart left like quicksand.

"If there is such a person, I will definitely want him to live a long life and create works that will last forever."

"In this way...my spirit can be satisfied."

He closed his eyes, curled his fingers, and tapped the table lightly rhythmically, entering deep memories.He searched for outstanding figures in the fifteenth century, in the period of [-], in the memories that have become excellent and have become incomplete.Characters from the Renaissance period emerge from textbooks and webpage information, calculate their ages based on their birth time or death time, and screen out people who can be met in this era.

The first three masters of the Renaissance.

Dante Alighieri, Italian, the representative long poem "Divine Comedy", died 160 years ago.

Francesco Petrarch, Italian, the representative epic poem "Africa", died [-] years ago.

Giovanni Boccaccio, an Italian, the representative story collection "Ten Days Talk", died [-] years ago.

The corner of Aso Qiuya's mouth twitched fiercely, lamenting that he couldn't meet them anymore.After their era, there is another famous figure—Joan of Arc. Unfortunately, this legendary woman has passed away for 51 years, and the biggest event of this century, the Italian Columbus discovered the New World is still a full ten years away .

"Huh——" Ma Shengqiu once again discovered the awesomeness of the Italians.

In Europe in this era, the common language was Latin, followed by French, which is more regional. There was a saying in the Middle Ages: "European nobles are proud to speak fluent French." There are not many characters, and instead Italian luminaries dominate.

Ma Shengqiu also deleted the previous candidates, and continued to silently count the people he could get acquainted with.

Three masters after the Renaissance.

Rafael Sanci, Italian, masterpiece "The Sistine Madonna", is minus one year old and will be born next year.

——Well, if there is a chance, can I go to deliver a baby?

Michelangelo Buonarotti, Italian, masterpiece "David", aged 11.

—It seems to be living in Florence, Italy?

Leonardo da Vinci, Italian, masterpiece "Mona Lisa", aged 29, died in [-], was evaluated as the most rare all-rounder in human history.

——This year...29 years old...when you were a musician in Milan? !

"Da Vinci!!!"

Ma Shengqiu also knocked down the furniture, and jumped up with a cry while hugging his legs.

"calm down!"

"There's no way to calm down at all—! What a coincidence! He's only 29 years old this year, so he hasn't been buried!"

"Italy—Italy—you are an amazing country!"

"I want to buy a plane ticket—wrong, I bought a boat ticket! The two countries are not too far away. The straight-line distance from Paris to Milan seems to be more than 600 kilometers—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Under the bewildered face of the white goat, Ma Shengqiu also began to search for money from Esmeralda's private house.

In the end, he came to a frustrated conclusion.

No money to go to Italy.

Ma Shengqiu also hugged Jiali and wept bitterly: "I want to go to Italy, my Da Vinci."

He quickly imagined again, "After Quasimodo is disappointed with the archdeacon, can I take Quasimodo all the way to Italy? I will sing and dance, and he will perform chest crushing?"

At this time, he completely forgot that he didn't want to be a performer and beg.

If you miss a minute or a second, you may regret it for life.

night.

Notre Dame de Paris.

Quasimodo saw Claude Frollo who ignored him on the execution ground again, and Claude Frollo showed a smile similar to that of the past, "Quasimodo, you are back." In his Under the attitude, Quasimodo thought in a trance that his being captured by the king's guard was a dream.

However, the reality was cruelly placed in front of him, and the man who raised him couldn't conceal his anxiety and desire.

"I heard that the oriental dancer was named Esmeralda. She spent the entire afternoon talking with His Majesty the King in the palace. His Majesty the King seemed to appreciate her very much and sent the King's Guard to protect her back."

"She shouldn't be broken, right?"

"Quasimodo, the relationship between Esmeralda and you seems to be very good, you will catch her tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I will manage my relationship this time, and I won't let you be arrested and sent to prison again."

The archdeacon swears in his assurances.

Quasimodo shook his head desperately, unable to speak a complete sentence.

The archdeacon frowned, his eyes were as severe as a knife, "Are you against me? Just because of a woman?"

Quasimodo stammered: "She, she is a good person... Feed me water..."

The archdeacon was furious. Normally, if he showed such an expression, Quasimodo would succumb, and even the hardest things would be done for him, because he occupied the status of adoptive father. Without him, Quasimodo would not be able to live Now.

Quasimodo's ugly face was full of sorrow, and his legs of different lengths fell to his knees with a "plop".

The hunchbacked man kowtows desperately to the archdeacon who raised him.

Every kowtow is a silent request.

No!

No!

Please let her go!

Quasimodo's forehead was pierced. In addition to the usual pain, when facing Claude Frollo's fire-breathing gaze, his heart in his chest felt even more painful.

A fire ignited him, and it burned his heart so badly that he almost screamed.

A lot of chaotic thoughts rushed into his mind.

【what do I do? 】

[The people and the country, how should I choose? 】

【Under the flag of my motherland, I once swore to defend my motherland—but I have no choice but to participate in the global power war. I fought against Shakespeare in England and Goethe in Germany. I used other countries as battlefields and killed many innocent people. People—they hate me to death—]

[Who can I kneel down and ask for? 】

[Motherland, great France, please don't look at me with the same angry eyes. 】

[Whether it's selfish desires or ambitions, I don't want to fight anymore. 】

【Forgive my weakness. 】

[This is the only time in my life that I resisted. 】

Quasimodo's head was buried deeply, and the ground was soaked with tears.

That kind of grief, the hunchbacked scary bell ringer doesn't understand, he only knows that his heart hurts, asking him to leave Notre Dame de Paris is no less than cutting him apart, he knows there are many bad things here, a lot of darkness, but he doesn't want to leave .

The growling of the archdeacon slowly died down, and he was too angry to say anything.

"You stupid thing!"

"roll!"

"Don't come out to see me again!"

"You stay on the bell tower and ring the bell for the rest of your life, until you die!"

The vice-bishop who puts interests first will not ask Quasimodo to get out of Notre Dame de Paris in a fit of anger. He wants to squeeze out the value of the other party and let the other party do other things for him in the future.

Quasimodo couldn't hear the last words, and he didn't raise his head until the archdeacon left.

Then, he dragged his feet, wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and climbed to the bell tower.

To ring the bell at night.

There is still a person standing outside the door of Notre Dame de Paris. The British cloth merchant is watching this magnificent building, listening to the bells that are described as haunted in the middle of the night, "This is what binds you."

As small as a French man's desire and a kind dancer, as big as the interests of the country and the prayers of the common people.

Quasimodo could not stand against Notre Dame.

Just like Victor Hugo, he could not stand against the fatherland that participated in the war.

In this situation, the cloth merchant rubbed his chin and muttered: "Is it still close?"

"you idiot."

"I'm also an out-and-out unlucky guy."

"I knew that the 'seven traitors' would kidnap the head of state and successfully prevent the war. Why would I fight you to this point? People who don't know think I have an affair with you, so I can't bear to kill you!"

The cloth merchant, William Shakespeare, the English transcendent, lamented.

He is a sober person in this script, and he has seen all the jokes about the failure of several transcendents in France to find people.There is a reason for him to avoid Baudelaire in reality. The supernatural ability is sealed, and he can only come to France with the help of his colleagues. How can I go to tease Baudelaire? If the other party knows the truth, it will be very difficult Hunt him down?

William Shakespeare smiled at the thought of his lovable and terrifying colleagues.

The world is still saved.

Fortunately, he found out afterward that many of his colleagues didn't want to fight anymore.It is such a gratifying thing that transcendents with great power also have a noble heart.

William Shakespeare is going to the dark corners of Paris, he sings aloud.

"Your Majesty in the kingdom of beggars, I beg you to kidnap a man. He is the poet Pierre Gringoire. He has the unique beauty of a French man. He has talent but doesn't know how to use it. You want to make him repent and tell him , the only thing that can save him is the gypsy rule, there must be a woman who doesn't care about his appearance and can look up to him, otherwise you have to hang him and let this man who wastes food go to hell."

Leaving the money, William Shakespeare happily walked away under the laughter of the beggar king.

He couldn't stand Baudelaire who was dawdling in this world.

You haven't worked hard yet when you were a dancing girl!

After all, when you are a dancer, you can still kill everyone and kill the dungeon positively!

On the fourth day of "Notre Dame de Paris", the poet Pierre Gringoire was kidnapped. He was worried about where to stay, but he accepted the kidnapping very calmly, wanting to see what the beggars were up to.

The most important thing is that he is short of money and wants to cheat.

The appearance of Pierre Gringoire appeared in the sight of the beggar king, and the beggar king admitted that the other party was indeed a waste waiting for a rich woman to take care of him, "I will give you two choices now, die here, or put your face Get dirty and wait for a woman who doesn't care about your looks to want you and marry you!"

Pierre Gringois pondered: "Is this the rule of the gypsies?"

If a man is going to be killed, he can be rescued by marrying a woman.

The poet Pierre Gringoire is Charles Pierre Baudelaire. He has a blond French appearance, a high nose bridge, and a handsome outline. In the world of "Notre Dame de Paris", he changed from a middle-aged man to a Became a young man.Originally, with such beauty, he could enjoy himself in Paris, but he never expected that the ladies in Paris seemed to ignore his appearance, and only men could appreciate his appearance.

Pierre Gringoire said he couldn't understand, he didn't look down on those rough men with hairy legs.

"Smudge my face? It's not necessary, I've found no ladies like me."

He suddenly smiled coldly.

"I will not marry your beggar woman."

As soon as this remark came out, the nearby female beggars were offended by him first, and glared at the calm blond man sitting on the ground after being kidnapped.

The next development was unexpectedly dramatic, the beggar king clapped his hands and said: "I won't arrest people randomly, you really don't have any women in Paris, only men will look up to you, I hate such a waste like you, no What a shitty poet to write poetry——" Pierre Gringoire's smile froze, "You seem to be dissatisfied with my words? Well, if you can write a poem praising women, you can also impress the other party, Whether you are a noble or a commoner, as long as you can let the other party come to save you, I will let you go!"

Pierre Gringoire asked: "May I know who told you to arrest me?"

The beggar king held his head high: "I will not betray others. If you want to know the answer, live first. I want to see whether your face or talent can seduce women."

Pierre Gringoire looked around and found that even the beggar women at the bottom of society did not want to get close to him.

Is the world crazy?

He is not ugly, how can he be ignored more than the bell ringer of Notre Dame de Paris?

Could it be that beautiful men are not welcome in this world?

Pierre Gringoire sighed: "Yes."

He felt that this must be a problem with the unique taste of Parisian women, so he planned to try foreigners.

"Give me a piece of paper and a pen, and I'll try to write poetry in praise of women."

Thinking of who was the first woman in the crowd to look at him, Pierre Gringoire became interested, and felt that dealing with beggars was not such a foul-smelling thing.

Survival is always interesting if there are twists and turns.

Pierre Gringoire wanted to test whether the oriental dancer who was kind enough to write to His Majesty the King to rescue the bell ringer was really kind enough to come to save someone for a stranger.

"Beauty, is your heart crystal or rubble?"

Well.

The air in Paris stinks.

Shouldn't I be sitting on the ground where I have defecated everywhere?Shouldn’t writing poetry, which requires inspiration, be done in a sunny, clean and warm environment?

……

"Hamlet": To be or not to be, this is a question worth considering.

--William Shakespeare.