Human dimension reduction

The Champs-Elysées, which runs from east to west in Paris, is full of people again, and the densely packed bistros are crowded together, like toy building blocks in the hands of children, pieced together in various unimaginable gestures , The door of the cheap hotel is not reserved at all, and the luxury shop is opposite. The people displaying jewelry and gorgeous long dresses stand in the glass window, and a large hand-painted poster is pasted at the door.

A group of children in white linen gowns poured in from the street with large rolls of paper, and spread out like butterflies in spring. They entered the shops on both sides one by one, or stopped directly by the wall, and began to move their hands. s things.

Pedestrians stopped to look at them curiously. The clothes of these children were very recognizable. They were white linen gowns with round collars, straight to the knees, imitating the style of Roman Tunica, without any modification or tailoring, just on a piece of cloth Three holes were cut out to cover the arms and head, and the rest was sewed up hastily. Only children in church choirs would wear such clothes.

These little angels with beautiful voices fluttered their short legs and carefully spread out the large roll of paper in their hands. Another child carried a bucket and a brush, brushed paste on the wall, and carefully pasted the paper on it. .

"Is there any activity in the church?"

Someone whispered to himself, leaned over to take a look, and then froze there.

"Oh, this..."

The thing pasted by the children in the choir is more like a portrait. The person who wrote the pen definitely has superb artistic appreciation and painting standards. He uses simple and clear colors and smooth lines. He only outlines an illusory and hazy silhouette, standing sideways The silhouette of the portrait is like a bouquet of blooming flowers, with soft limbs stretched out, as if dancing or embracing the person watching the portrait, with one open hand raised slightly, as if to touch the fiery red sky to pick stars, It also seems to be holding a crown inlaid with rubies. Everything is a hazy image. At first glance, you can't understand anything, but you seem to understand everything the artist wants to express.

The most impressive thing is the pair of eyes on the side of the silhouette. The artist seems to prefer the eyes of the dancer. Apart from the flashy and scribbled brushstrokes, it is rare to carefully outline the appearance of these eyes, which are reflected by the red sky. Shiny eyes, half-opened and half-closed, with an unnatural smile that is almost crazy, a full tear hangs at the end of the eye, and half of the blurred and upside-down city rolls in the water drop, which adds to his smile. Eerie and treacherous, yet holy and compassionate.

Two completely different temperaments are mixed in the protagonist of the portrait. When everyone sees him for the first time, that name will involuntarily come to mind.

Elianola!

Only him, it must be him, no one else can be so contradictory and glamorous, so vivid and brilliant that only a pair of eyes can make people understand his identity.

The painter captured Elianora's charm very well, those smiling eyes are like a deep whirlpool, which can't help but sink people into it.

The number of portraits in the hands of the children in the choir is not many, and there are no more than 20 in the full book. They carefully pasted the portraits at a certain distance, and stood vigilantly beside the portraits to prevent anyone from taking it off—this kind of precaution is necessary Yes, given that this painting is so good, and Elianola herself is famous, no one would mind keeping a private portrait of this famous actress at home.

People slowly gathered around each painting, and their obsessed and admiring gazes rested on the dancer in the painting. Just two lines of words and a date.

"Death in Paris—?"

The literate gentleman held the staff of civilization, chanted these two words, and frowned slightly: "Is this his new play? Who is the playwright? Who is the composer? This name is really..."

He thought for a while, and his good self-cultivation prevented him from finishing the following words.

"Isn't this date today?"

Someone whispered.

"But hasn't he already been banned? Her Majesty seems to be still worried about his affair with the king, and the theater won't let him on the stage anymore. Is he going to do street performances? Then we can all see Paris The demeanor of the flower?"

Someone asked a series of questions eagerly, and in the end, his speaking speed slowed down, and there was an ambiguous and weird color in his tone.

The luxurious beauty that was treasured in the palms of the nobles in the past is going to perform on the street today. This kind of common artistic behavior is put on Elianola, and somehow it has a more sensual meaning. The fantasy is ambiguous, as if he can peel off his clothes with his eyes out of thin air, and spy on the skin that has been touched by nobles.

Apparently he was not the only one who thought this way, and there were whispers of laughter all around. The first gentleman who spoke touched his well-trimmed beard and coughed—he was also rejected by Elianola's performance One of the people outside: "It said that he will perform at the Belfry in Paris tonight, and you can watch it without a ticket."

Paris clock tower.

It is one of the landmarks of Paris, built next to Notre Dame Cathedral, like a knight's lance guarding the surrounding treasures of the Seine, overlooking the entire Paris from the bell tower, and the special design of the bell tower makes it look like a huge The boom cavity can perfectly spread the sound to the surrounding.

However, Elianora is the only one who dares to sing on it since the completion of the Bell Tower in Paris. The design of the bell tower can not only amplify the sound, but also let the flaws in the sound be seen at a glance. You must have almost proud self-confidence and strong ability. To make such a promise.

The news that Elieanola was going to perform her new play on the Belfry of Paris swept across most of Paris, because Queen Adela hinted that the theater would not accept him, so this dazzling eunuch has not appeared for a while In the eyes of everyone, many of his fanatical fans began to run for him in private. Unexpectedly, the master himself was more upright, and the theater didn't want him, so he rushed to the Paris Bell Tower to sing.

When night fell, ribbon-like lights were lit up along the Seine River, and the magnificent and gorgeous buildings shone with brilliance, like snow-white pearls scattered on the ground, and countless people holding candles gathered from all directions under the Bell Tower of Paris , this scene is more brilliant and blurred than a dream.

On the Bell Tower of Paris, there is only one lonely lamp hanging under the tower. Because no one has cleaned it all year round, the light emitted by the gray lampshade is dirty. Looking from a distance downstairs, it seems that a dead ball is hanging on the tower. The moon, lingering on its last breath, casts the cold light of death.

There was wind in the night, and the dead light swayed slightly with the wind, and the flames encased in the glass cover swayed accordingly, making irregular shadows surround the open space below.

The tower is surrounded by low walls of half a person's height, and the big clock is hung on the top. The black body is motionless, and the sharp blade-like top of the tower stabs towards the sky. In some subtle angles, it can give people a feeling of assassinating the moon. Weirdness.

There was no movement on the clock tower, but more and more people gathered below. They looked up at the clock tower with their heads up, and the buzzing words merged into a river. In a hidden place, a low-key and luxurious carriage parked there. The guard standing beside the carriage lifted a thick curtain for the hostess in the carriage. Behind the faint tulle, half of the woman's thin chin and a large bouquet of lavender roses were exposed.

A burst of soft music floated out from the bell tower, and the player did not know where he was. The melodious sound of the strings plucked spread through the bell tower. Skill, just a few notes, conquered the people below, making them quiet involuntarily.

The night wind blows the lamps in their hands, and melodious singing comes in the wind. With the singer's appearance, the soothing music turns into a lively and cheerful minor tune.

Like a young, beautiful and noble girl playing in the world, she shows off her youth, wealth, and beauty. She is frivolous, naive, lively, and her followers follow him one after another. praise her.

"Praise me, follow me, admire me!"

"Go out of my body for me, be intoxicated for me, forget the present for me!"

On the empty bell tower, an incomparably beautiful girl twirled lightly with her skirt. Her blond hair was brighter than the sun, and despite such a long distance, she could still feel the unique graceful temperament of a beauty.

She is holding the bouquet given to her by her followers, tiptoeing, like a white swan lightly maneuvering and avoiding, there is nothing in front of her, if there are actors to cooperate with her at this moment, then the audience can see how arrogant she is And triumphantly rejecting her suitors, taunting them with naive and mean words, and amused by their disappointment and embarrassment, she was so beautiful that, in spite of being satirized, the poor suitors endured Can't help but be fascinated by her smile.

"You frivolous virgin, vile beauty!"

The narrator's baritone sings angrily about pursuing failure, but everyone can hear the fascination in his tone.

"You will sell your beauty for how much, and your youth will be weighed by the catty. At that time, you will lament that time is fleeting, and today's roses have not yet been picked!"

The suitors are not afraid to use the most vicious language to speculate on this flower that cannot be picked by them, and they try their best to conquer her as their lifelong pursuit.

If one person's money is not enough, what about a group of people?

If a person's power is not enough, what about a class?

If one person's love words are not enough, what about the sweet words of countless people?

Catching a snow-white butterfly, or picking off a beautiful flower, everything in the world can be exchanged at equal value. Life, youth, and love are all weights that can be measured on the balance.

"I pluck this flower!" The rushing and ecstatic lute clanked, and the excited male voice sang loudly, "I dug out its roots, broke off its branches and leaves, peeled off its petals, and kissed the tender pistils— —it's mine!"

"No! It's ours!"

Layer upon layer of human voices sang together, like the cry of the devil from hell, and the audience under the bell tower suddenly felt scalp numb for some reason.

"We provide money to dig out its roots! We provide the power to break off its branches and leaves! We speak sweetly and speak eloquently, and peel off its petals. The sweet and sweet stamens should be shared by us!"

"The virgin, the vile slut, the innocent beauty--will be ours!"

The music that symbolizes war hits like a storm, and the low rumbling sound roars away through the clock tower, even the earth seems to be trembling. Thousands of troops rushed to occupy this human paradise and bustling city, forcing her Open your arms to accommodate this group of rough intruders.

The light-colored silk long dress was replaced, and the blond dancer changed into a dark blue dress with a richer color. The gorgeous fluffy skirt was full of jewels and lace embellishments, and she turned into a noble lady wandering in Vanity Fair, Her beauty is placed in front of people's eyes with a price tag, and everyone can come to kiss her fragrance and touch this more vivid flower.

"Lonely, alone, listen! I'm falling, a terrible cruel world, I'm suffering, I'd rather die in the wasteland! A wreath of gold, I've got a headache, a bed of roses, I'm terrified, who's calling My name? The devil who kills me, or the angel who saves me?"

The mournful aria has a deep and long breath, the melodious and high-pitched human voice suppresses the clouds, and the gorgeous syllables colliding like pearls are round and full, falling to the ground like balls, like a chant floating down from the sky, a solo for 5 minutes, with only After a pause of just a few seconds, this long chant that surpassed the limit of human beings made people tremble all over. Tiny miliary grains appeared on the skin, and every nerve ending stretched hotly.

City of Ten Thousand Cities!Decadent and luxurious Paris!After being captured by the enemy, the city that wanted anything and everything sang a weeping lament.

The hostess, who was sitting in the carriage with a purple rose in her arms, raised her face and looked at the tall clock tower through the gaps in the tulle. She was wearing delicate makeup, her brown curly hair was coiled behind her head, and she only adorned a simple The small crown, the rosy round cheeks have thinned a lot, and the flattened lips show a kind of indifferent arrogance and coldness.

Power is the easiest thing to change a person.

She stretched out a hand from the car window, summoned a knight, said a word to him softly, and immediately withdrew her lace-gloved hand into the carriage.

The bouquet of lavender rose bushes was thrown out of the car window and landed on the ground where there was still thin rainwater, and was quickly run over by the starting carriage, turning into balls of purple fuzzy mud.

This precious flower, which was carefully cultivated by Louis XIII and was born because of its resemblance to an eunuch's eyes, was eradicated in large numbers after Queen Adele came to power. The "Alices" in the collection soon disappeared, and this bouquet was dedicated to the Queen as the last collection, and finally withered in the mud.

The carriage rumbled away, and the chant on the clock tower reached a climax at this time.