Human dimension reduction

"O Salome, everlasting golden rose! Dance for me!"

The performance has not yet stopped. Although the orchestra hesitated and began to whisper, the actor on the stage dutifully sang his last lines for this scene. King Herod’s bass echoed like a storm in the specially designed hall, It hit people's eardrums and rushed the atmosphere to a low and gloomy climax.

The princess in the middle of the storm stood on her tiptoes, like a swan with wings spread, and gracefully lowered her body to salute her titular father, then straightened her back, and a clear and bright voice like a mountain spring flowed from her throat .

She sang of her sinful beauty, of her own life, more beautiful than crystal, more fragile than glass, of the fragrant roses and jewels that were presented to her to make her smile, of the eyes that peeped at her from the shadows, of the shadows that followed her The vicious language sings about the lives that are ridiculed, feared, distanced, and tortured, about those unrestrained desires, dirty skin, unattainable freedom and crazy self.

This monologue is like the babbling of a lunatic, the disordered arias are high-pitched and sharp, and the chaotic and crazy words are intertwined in Salome's bright red lips, like the horn of the devil launching an attack on the world through her mouth, and She carefully wrapped it in a holy coat, the gorgeous aria fell from the sky, and the sound clearer than the shattering of crystals occupied the whole mind, she clasped her hands in front of her chest, her purple eyes sparkled Yan, the snow-white face is like a newly bloomed flower, when the chant like the holy voice pierces the dome on the wings of a bird, even the nobles who have been completely distracted by the movement outside think that they heard the singing from heaven .

The last melodious long high note lasted for more than two minutes. The step-by-step scale almost broke through the limit of what humans can achieve. The superb sound control skills and crisp handling are just right. The high note that can shatter glass is slow and gentle. The earth fell from the sky, so gentle and so holy, it fell on everyone's ears, with the sorrow of dying and the madness of desperate.

Carved with complex patterns, the gold-inlaid and silver-coated oak gate was smashed open, and the thin rebels in tattered clothes waved spears and axes in their hands, spoke words mixed with local dialect accents, and called out to their comrades at the top of their lungs. Come to support, trying to stop this group of nobles who collapsed like hamsters and fled in all directions.

The only actor on the unnoticed high platform was still dancing on tiptoes. The actor who played King Herod had already fled away when he saw that the situation was not going well. Only Salome, who was in a dreamy state, was left indulging in her own world. At this moment, she couldn't hear any sound, couldn't see the chaos outside, and couldn't feel that her audience was crying and running for their lives. Her heart and eyes were filled with the illusory music playing in her mind.

Princess Salome fell in love with the pure saint John, and her courtship was rejected, so after dancing a peerless sevenfold veil dance for King Herod, she asked King Herod to cut off the head of Saint John and give it to her. In the last scene of the opera, the beautiful princess held John's head and kissed desperately, but was killed by the guards who ordered her to be killed with a sword and shield by the crazy King Herod who was afraid of her.

When Salome held up the bloody head, the pale beauty of the girl, which was as cold and slender as the moonlight, disappeared instantly, and sick and weird colors radiated from her magnificent eyes. She held up the head of the saint, Laugh with joy.

The soldiers who opened the gate were dressed in rags, and they could be called yellow and thin, but each of them had a healthy and healthy body, with bright fire jumping in their eyes, and they faithfully followed the commander's order to capture these soldiers. The nobles who have lost their minds, in this chaos, no one pays attention to the situation on the stage-in fact, no one pays attention to it at all. Who would have thought that under such circumstances, there would still be people performing on it?

Spears pierced the bodies of nobles wearing gold and silver.

The lonely actor slowly closes his eyelids covered with silver powder.

The scarlet blood slowly flowed down the dark red carpet, was absorbed silently, and then was stepped on by the eagerly running footsteps to form a sticky mass of red marks.

"I begged you for a kiss—and you refused me! I desire—I desire so much!" The surrounding lights were knocked down and extinguished by those who fled in a panic, and only Salome was enveloped on the dark stage. In the light of a solitary lamp, covered in snow-white light reflected by the diamonds and crystals of the surrounding walls, Goto held up the empty prize in his hands.

The towering buns drooped down, and the delicate and frail ladies were crying while trying to support the buns, keeping up with their father and brother's footsteps, and avoiding the group of terrible executioners. A dazzling array of jewels and diamonds were scattered in the escape. One day, the ground was as bright as a shining Milky Way.

"Look! I shall have you at last! With your pure, unconfessed love! My love, why are your eyes so hard, why is your skin so pale! No more words from your lips can hurt me , your eyes—oh, what a beautiful color they are!"

"Block that way! There's another door there! Don't let anyone go! Damn Louis XIII is in this crowd! Catch him! For our Republic!"

"—give me your kisses—the treasure I ask of you and which you give me with stinginess!"

"For our Republic!"

The slogans converging from all directions were like a tide, covering the chants on the stage, and the chaotic footsteps made the floor tremble slightly. The nobles who realized that they could not escape raised their hands wisely to the nearest soldiers. Surrendering, arrogantly demanding aristocratic treatment, within a short period of time, most people realized the benefits of doing so, and a colorful sleeve quickly rose in the huge opera hall.

As the chaos here gradually subsided, the sound of uniform footsteps resounded outside the opera hall again, with the sound of metal colliding with each other. The leading commander pushed open the tattered door of the opera hall with a long sword dripping with blood. , looked up, and saw the person dancing in the blood and chaos.

She performed passionately in her own world.

The crazy princess dances with her head in her arms. Her dancing posture is wild and weird, coquettish and ominous. In the shadows where light and dark alternate, her treacherous and gloomy singing is like the call of death. Her extreme beauty is like a flame walking in the nether world, attracting everyone. Those who see her touch her, possess her, and tremble at the madness of her moment.

"Why is the love you gave me colder than death."

Accompanied by the opening and closing of the skirt, Salome crouched on the ground with her head in her arms, full of resentment and incomprehension, and greeted her own death.

At the end of the performance, Salome, who was walking in the shadows, opened her eyes, and another brand new soul took over her body. She stood on the stage and looked at the scene, as if she didn’t understand why she was enjoying the opera peacefully before The scene suddenly became the scene of a massacre, and the blank and dull expression at that moment was almost cute.

The commander walked in slowly, stepped into the pool of blood with long military boots wearing spurs, making a viscous sound of liquid splashing and dragging. The bloody footprints stretched forward with his steps and sank into the carpet. The thick voice was also absorbed, and there were hundreds of people in the hall, poor people, nobles, soldiers waving spears against the ruler, and noble figures who squatted on the ground and raised their hands to surrender. , The spacious opera hall was crowded and crowded, and their eyes subconsciously fell on the only person who moved forward calmly.

The soldiers waited for the commander's order, while the nobles were judging the current situation, scrutinizing the man who controlled a powerful army.

This commander with various titles looks like he is still in his prime, with slender limbs and strong body. The straight and close-fitting military uniform outlines the body line neatly. His short black hair is a bit messy due to the battle. There are bloodstains that have not yet dried up, a pair of dark green eyes in the sunken eye sockets, and the eyebrows are pressed down, which can easily cast shadows on the face. An overly thin and angular face is full of inhuman sternness and oppression feel.

He is not good-looking, but the decisiveness of strategizing and taking control of other people's lives completely conceals this shortcoming. Such a man is a knife out of its sheath and a gun going forward. He doesn't need appearance to decorate himself, anyone will Bow your head before his gaze.

The man stops in front of the stage, at a distance that is not too far, and one step forward, he needs to look up at the people on the stage, and one step back, it is a little further away.

A man who is arrogant, full of self-esteem, and has a strong desire to control.

"What's your name?" In the silence, he asked the actors on stage.

"Elianora." The other party answered him quickly, without any resistance.

"I've heard of this name before," the man with a stern face who recalled it for a short time said, "Louis XIII's lover."

Ellianora stood there noncommittal, with no unnecessary expression changes on her heavily made-up face.

The man stared at him for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand, and threw the ball he had been kicking in his hand onto the stage. The round ball hit the stage with a thud, rolled around a few times, and just stopped at Avery. The edge of Yanola's skirt did not touch his long skirt, only a few drops of blood were thrown onto the snow-white skirt.

The clump stopped, and the black hair spread out, revealing a pale and terrified face. A moment ago, he was still well-dressed and accompanied His Majesty the King, holding a bouquet of lavender roses for him, in the box Enjoy the performance downstairs with the king.

Of course Eleanora knew him, and every time the king presented a gift, she would send this most trusted secretary, including telling him the time and place of the tryst, or driving him to the Palace of Versailles in a carriage.

Ellianora looked at the head for a while, then looked at the man in the audience again.

The other party seemed to be very satisfied with his performance, and his voice was neither soft nor heavy: "Your king's lover is just outside as my prisoner. According to the law of war, I, as the victor, have the right to inherit everything from the loser. From this kingdom —to his wife."

When he said these words, everyone exchanged glances with the person closest to them calmly. The soldiers were still restrained and did not dare to offend the majesty of the commander, but the nobles were already cursing in their hearts. This man actually coveted Eleanora, while being inexplicably proud in his heart, their Paris is indeed beautiful, and even the terrifying lunatics will bow down under his skirt!

This mixed feeling of weird pride suddenly dilutes the shadow of death, and makes them feel a little more about this commander... There is a sympathy between men who share the same aesthetics.

"Congratulations, my lord." Ellianora seemed to have only heard the first half of the sentence, "My performance is over, can I change my clothes?"

His attitude was too calm, so calm that it was a bit weird, as if the person standing under the stage was just an admirer he was used to.

"Of course." The man nodded.

Ellianora took a step back with one foot, raised the hem of her skirt with both hands, and seriously curtsied towards the audience, putting a stop to the opera that no one was paying attention to anymore.

When he calmly walked to the backstage, the soldiers all subconsciously stood aside to make way for him, thinking that they were watching his face calmly, sighing furtively, no wonder the commander would take a fancy to her, really Beautiful!It was as if they had seen the vastness of Paris outside the city for the first time that day, and it was impossible not to shudder over them with its incomparable, aggressive beauty.

Ellianora walked calmly to her lounge, opened the door to enter, and closed the door to block all prying eyes.

The spacious room was covered with red flannel carpets. He untiedly untied his clothes, and casually took off the gorgeous and heavy long skirt on the floor. The embroidered outer skirt was still dragging by the door, and the inner lining had been thrown on the sofa. On the armrest, he raised his voice: "Allard?"

After a while, Allard squirmed out from under the couch, turned over and stood up clumsily and with difficulty: "Elianola! Why did you come back now! The rebel army came in, I just went to the backstage to find you, Being blocked by them—wait, what are you doing? Let’s run! I heard that they are all demons who kill without batting an eye!”

The eunuch took off the last corset on his body, Arad hurriedly said the words to run, but his body still followed the instinct and took off a silk bathrobe from the hanger, Eleanora was naked He generously took the clothes from his hand and put them on his body, slid his nimble fingers, tied the belt, and then leaned lazily on the couch, with his two long legs crossed together: "You Why panic, what they hate is the nobles who torment and oppress them, not us... deformed poor people who were created to please the nobles."

There was a half-smile expression on his overly glamorous face: "It's just a change of lover. If I can come back properly, it's not your turn to worry about whether we will die."

Allard stood in the middle of the room for a while, then suddenly sniffled heavily, his sweet voice became hoarse: "My God...you shouldn't...I mean, you could have..."

With her bare instep, Ellianora picked up a petticoat that was left on the armrest of the sofa and threw it on the ground, with a cold face: "Do your own work."

Arad was silent for a while, bent his fat waist, picked up the petticoat and put it on his arm, stopped for a while, lowered his head silently, and began to tidy up the mess in the room.

Elianora watched his slow moving back for a while, stretched her waist, and walked to the recliner behind the curtain, her two overly slender legs drooped beside the recliner, as if the pure lilies were hanging down. branches and leaves.

The finely textured golden curtain covered the scene behind, and after a while, the strong fruity aroma and honey aroma of the hookah wafted out, and Arad was slightly relieved. Elianora's sleep has been poor, perhaps because Because of his physical disability, it is difficult for him to fall asleep. Only by ingesting a lot of water pipes and relying on drug hypnosis can he sleep well.

After a while, there was a knock on the door of the room, and Arad’s nerves suddenly tensed up. There were people from the rebel army outside, and now they were knocking on the door——before he could figure it out, Eliano in the curtain Ra had already spoken: "Let him in, and then you can go out."

Under the curious eyes of his subordinates, the stern-faced commander of the rebel army was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, as if holding a sword. When the door opened, he didn't even look at the person who opened it. walked into the room naturally.

Arad tried to stay for a while, but the man in military uniform stared at him coldly, he lowered his head involuntarily, and exited the room according to Elianola's instructions, and after closing the door, he stared blankly at Mu Men stood in the corridor, suddenly feeling sad and hopeless.

The man carrying the flowers stood in the middle of the room for a moment. Behind the curtain, he seemed to be breathing out smoke from someone who had already fallen asleep. Through the curtain, he could only see a vague and alluring silhouette, from the elongated neck to the The clean chin is like a swan.

The visitor walked up steadily, using a bouquet to stir up the light and fluffy curtain, a gap accompanied by a thin smoke and fragrance gushed out, and the gold pipe inlaid with gemstones stretched out lazily, supporting the tender flowers.

"Romantic stranger, when you lead an army into battle, will you put fragrant roses in the scabbard?"

The singing with a smile is very intoxicating, and with the blurred trance of being immersed in the hookah, no matter how determined people are, they cannot resist the scene in front of them.

The flower in the visitor's hand was held up in the air by a pipe, and he looked down slowly. The person lying on the Turkish-style velvet dark green bench had his clothes wide open, and his thin silk bathrobe was only tied with a belt. He stopped, so whether it was the chest or the smooth legs, they were all reflected in his eyes at a glance.

This scene is too shocking, the decadent beauty is leaning on gold and silver jewels, surrounded by silk and flowers, her long pale golden hair hangs down, her clothes are messy, her slender legs are put together lazily, his appearance There is a holy son who is pure and flawless, but his posture is too unrestrained, like a thick and colorful oil painting, full of dreams, debauchery, and evil temptations. If those religious paintings that lure saints to degenerate are based on him, then the world No one can doubt the steadfastness of the saint.

He doesn't seem to care at all about his ugly appearance being seen by others, or perhaps such beauty should be shared by the world.

"I'm not a stranger." The man's voice was steady and he spoke clearly. "My name is François Baptiste."

He turned his wrist and handed the bouquet of lavender roses in front of Elianola. Whether it was in posture or movement, it was like turning the hilt of a sword and passing a dagger to someone else, without the romantic beauty of presenting flowers: " I heard that every time I meet my lover, I have to send a bouquet of flowers, but this time I didn’t bring it with me, so I found a bouquet from upstairs, it’s a beautiful color, like your eyes.”

The last sentence was added by him looking into Ellianora's eyes.

"The original owner of this bouquet told me that its name is Alice. I dedicate it to you and hope you love me."

The serious and upright soldier uttered lingering words of love in a serious tone.