【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

In the afterglow of the dim milky yellow sunset in the winter of November, and against the cold wind, I ran back home desperately. I grabbed the big quilt that my sister threw in in the morning, and quickly lay down on the small bed. Maybe I'm not too ashamed to cover my big head.

"Hey, Xiaosha (Sal), aren't you really in love?" My sister sat by my bed and asked me softly. "Actually, you can tell me that even though he is a priest, I am very happy for you that you are in love."

I sat up all of a sudden, opened my big colorful quilt, and sat on the bed facing my sister.

"Sister, you must believe me, I was the one who caused the trouble, but I really didn't! We were together everywhere, how could I secretly fall in love with a priest? How desperate am I?  … Besides, even if I like him, a person like him would never like me...it can't be true..." I muttered and complained to my sister, and held her hand tightly. I'm afraid that she won't believe me, but I don't really have any confidence in my heart. After all, it looks so real just now, and everyone will misunderstand it.

I pursed my mouth and thought to myself: I don't think that Ice Cube dean would like me at all!He has always been on top, he has all the fame, status and wealth, and what he hates most is the intruder gypsies in the city of Paris.When we met for the first time, he thought I was a terrible witch, and he was already very grateful to him for saving my life. Today, he also asked Phoebus to arrest us, which also shows that he hates gypsies!In the end, it must have been out of integrity that saved us, and there must be no one who likes me.And even if I really love him...he won't love me!How could he like someone like me... I feel a little sad when I think about it!What's going on, shake your unconscious head quickly.

I don't like him too!But I have never been in love in my previous life or this life. I have been solo for two lifetimes, and I don’t know what love is!

I was shocked and patted myself on the face. It must be a misunderstanding. Everyone is thinking too much. It must be true. Things are completely out of control!

But it makes sense to think about it this way, and I feel quite at ease, and my sister sat by my bed and thought for a while.

In the Middle Ages, did a gypsy girl die, dare to fall in love with a noble priest?

"Actually...it makes sense. This kind of thing shouldn't happen again next time, as long as we can all live safely." She lowered her head sadly, with a line of clear tears in her beautiful black eyes: "Little Sha, tell me, if a girl like us falls in love with a noble man, it's just my wishful thinking, right?"

"Noble... elder sister..." I knelt on the bed and patted her sobbing shoulder, my eyes widened in horror: "Are you... in love with that officer Phoebus...?!" Like an old dog, a group of panicked: Fuck! No way! No way!)

She sobbed for a long while without speaking, and finally said in a small voice: "Mmm..."

This "um", the effect is no less than a bolt from the blue for me!How should I persuade her, my sister's first love is not good enough!How should I tell her!How could she believe it!Seeing her so sad, how can I have the heart to interfere and block her relationship like this, besides, she may not listen to me now, she may still be angry, but her heart towards Phoebus is even firmer!

This kind of thing can only be taken one step at a time. I can only let my sister see the true face of Phoebus. What I can do is not to let her suffer. I really hope she can wake up in time...

I hugged her shoulders and crawled to the edge of the bed on my knees.With tears streaming down his face, he gave her a big hug, crying: "Sister, how beautiful you are! I love you to death! You are a heartthrob! It's his honor that you like him! How can he see you?" A beauty like you!" I paused, kissed her on the face, sniffled and said, "If he doesn't cherish you, I'll send him to my brother's gallows to make you feel bad and let me His neck hurts!"

"Only you would say..." My sister was very touched at first, and she scratched my waist with tears and a smile after hearing it, "What?! Gallows! Otherwise, let your priest try it first! See if you feel distressed Distressed!~"

"Okay! Oh! My heart hurts, my heart hurts! It's so itchy! Hahaha!" I couldn't breathe from laughing. "Hmph! I kneel for you, my dear little love girl, please accept this sincere and insignificant apology from the servant under your pomegranate skirt, my humble Earl Gorgon." I smiled and wiped my tears, got up and knelt on one knee On the bed, he tossed his long hair chicly, blinked his big golden eyes, gave her a wink, bit his lips and smiled, pretending to be an elegant aristocratic youth, and put the sleeping Winnie Sha pretended to be a rose and handed it to her, and stretched out a hand with a playful smile.

My sister smiled and patted my hand hard, squeezed my face, touched Vanessa lightly, sighed and said: "Oh, thank you for your flowers, my youth, I would like to... If only Phoebus could give me flowers like this one day! He might marry me, and we'd get married!"

When I heard her say that, she sat cross-legged on the bed sadly with one small hand slapping her palm-sized face.Poor sister, I also hope that there will be such a day, and I also hope that she can really be as happy as she imagined, but it seems that Phoebus is not that kind of benefactor...

Because too many things happened today, we were too tired, so we didn’t go to the river beach square again, but because we made money, we bought meat and fruit with my sister, and I was very happy to have a big dinner without black bread.I fed Vanessa, who was sleeping soundly, some cooked meat, and it woke up when I put it in front of her nose. My sister fed a few small apples to Belle, who was lying on her stomach.

In the evening, the stove in the hut was crackling and burning. I leaned against the wall and sat on the bed, staring at the cobwebs in the corner of the roof in a daze. The only room in the room was the hissing sound of Vanessa sleeping and the evenness of the beauty. There was a panting sound, and my sister didn't sleep either. She turned her back to me and lay on the bed by the window thinking about something.

I picked up my Latin diary that I write every night, and wrote my journal with a rustle of charcoal sticks: "Today is really wonderful, the winter in Paris is really cold, we get up very early every day. During the day I made a lot of money dancing with my sister, my brother was happy too, and we had a nice dinner.

That is, met the nasty officer Phoebes and the fragrant ice cube archdeacon, who almost grabbed us in the Bastille!But my sister fell in love with Phoebes, why did she fall in love with Phoebes!And me?I really don't know what is love?But why does it feel weird when I think of that priest, and I feel a little happy and want to sigh?This is so contradictory!I even have times of sorrow!Why am I the only one who doesn't understand?I don't think that big ice cube understands either. Could it be the feeling of a secret love?

My sister said that her current appearance is the mood of a crush, but I feel almost the same as her now, why is it him? Anyone can be better.

He was an ascetic, icy priest, the vicar of Paris, famous all over Paris, what could be the result of liking him?But I still like him, is this love at first sight?But I'm not just for sex, of course there are a little bit, but mostly I think it's still loyal to talent, after all, the way he scolds Phoebus is so cool.He asked me if I liked Phoebes, and of course not!For you, though, I'm not sure.

'I...maybe...like you...'"

I clicked hard on the last stroke, and then drew a small cold face of Claude below, I felt my face was hot, it was so shameful, I closed it with a "pia" The book, sandwiching the charcoal sticks in it, tilted my head back annoyed, and a huge bag popped out on my head. I even forgot to cry out the pain, and slid down against the wall, covering my head with a pillow.

God!I actually like him!I still want to persuade my sister to give up her fantasy, but now I can't even persuade myself, "Oh, I really like Claude...a priest..." I sighed softly, "This It’s really terrible, life is really ups and downs too fast.”

In Notre Dame, Claude fell asleep from exhaustion after dealing with government affairs.This is how he works non-stop so that he can stop thinking about her.

Now he just woke up and was about to go upstairs to study alchemy in the secret room with a veil, and he sneezed without warning.

The cold evening winds of winter whistling through the windows of the hidden chambers and warm cabins in the bell towers of Notre-Dame.