It was raining in Paris the next day.

The rain is very gentle, very light, even so gentle and hazy that it is almost like mist. It even takes a while to gather on the surface of the object before it can drop a round and lovely drop of water.

The clouds belonging to the flowers and trees above Paris are scorching and gorgeous, blooming and withering freely in the light-inked sky, and the wind shakes off large areas of the richness.

Like a light touch of rouge on pale lips, like red plum blossoms suddenly blooming on thin old branches, or a bright and dazzling bonfire on a withered wasteland.

With the unique vitality of life, it broke through the winter scene.

Antoine and Dumas didn't care about the mist-like drizzle at all. They just held hands happily and looked around curiously in the crowd, wanting to study every street stall thoroughly.

On the contrary, Miss Rose sneezed several times unbearably, but she did not disturb the children's play. Instead, she commanded the little prince to take her to look at the jewelry on the stalls.

After all, although she always pretends to be mature, she is just a little girl who has only been "born" for a short time, and she is also very fond of and curious about these shiny things.

Kitahara and Kaede did not bring an umbrella, but huddled slightly uncomfortably under the black umbrella held up by Hugo, quietly looking at this soft and light yet bright and beautiful scenery, and running around.

of children.

The steamy wind slightly wetted his clothes, bringing with it the sweet fragrance of flowers.

The clothes are wet and the face is not cold. This is probably the state mentioned in ancient poems.

"What's wrong?"

Hugo tilted his head, feeling that he was a little strangely quiet, so he looked at his friend curiously. The umbrella in his hand was slightly crooked, which was better than having nothing to block the mist-like rain.

Wet vapor condensed on his monocle and delicate and handsome eyebrows, making his upright and somewhat serious and old-fashioned temperament become much softer.

——Although the president of the Paris Commune was slow most of the time, he was also sensitive enough to the emotions of others.

"No, it's just some sight lines around..."

Beihara and Feng hesitated for a while, looking at the large crowd of people around with their orange-gold eyes, and moved a little closer to Hugo uncomfortably: "Mr. Hugo, are you like this every time you go out?"

Hugo said "Huh?" in confusion, looked around at the crowd of people who were paying attention to them, and was stunned for a moment, looking like a dull owl.

"You said this, it's okay, we will arrive at our destination soon. And they don't mean any harm."

He nodded with some understanding: Although he had long been accustomed to this kind of incomprehensible sight, he could also understand why Beihara and Feng were not used to it.

...after all, some of them are really hot.

Hugo thought hard for a while whether there were a few lovers that he had slept with before, but in the end he gave up the idea of ​​looking for someone in the crowd, and just pressed down the black umbrella slightly to cover himself.

half of the face.

"Let's go."

He spoke gently, holding the traveler's wrist slightly with his strong fingers, and a smile flashed in his blue-violet eyes: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to have such a shy personality."

"President Hugo..."

Kitahara and Kaede helplessly shouted in a low voice: "The feeling of everyone in this crowd paying attention to you is very nerve-wracking."

"What are you afraid of? They can't eat you. And most people are looking at me."

Hugo lowered his eyes and looked at the people around him with amusement, his eyes slightly curved: "But you do seem to be the type that the noble ladies in Paris like. You are gentle and gentle, and even your personality is soft..."

"Mr. Hugo!"

Beihara and Feng made a protest sound. They felt that the tips of their ears were a little hot, so they turned their heads away in embarrassment. The next second, they were pulled back and their heads were rubbed.

"Okay, okay, children should be more lively. Why do they have to act so stable? You feel more relaxed now, don't you?"

Hugo tilted his head, and without any politeness, he kneaded the other person into a kitten, and then said with a smile.

"Don't rub your hair..."

Kitahara and Kaede pushed their hair down slightly with a depressed look on their faces, trying their best to return to their normal appearance, but they couldn't help but feel a little warm in their hearts.

Of course he could tell that Hugo was comforting himself. Although this method of comfort was a bit simple and crude, the concern could still be felt.

but……

"And I'm not a child, the two little guys running in front are."

Kitahara and Feng sighed, looking at the children who had gathered in front of a painting stall and seemed to be very interested in the paintings inlaid with small rhinestones, their eyes seemed a little helpless.

"No, you are too - you are the kind of cub who doesn't have the slightest sense to take care of himself."

Hugo replied firmly, then stopped at a place, looked up at the Gothic building not far away, a soft smile flashed in his eyes.

"We're here, Notre Dame de Paris."

Beihara and Feng pursed their lips slightly and looked over, intent on refuting the other's remarks about "cubs".

But in front is "Notre Dame de Paris"...

The traveler thought about it for less than a second, and finally put it aside for the time being, and turned his head curiously to see this famous church.

The elegant and classical building is half hidden and half hidden in the rain that looks like a steaming mist or a hazy crystal curtain.

In front of it, the trees that should have been green and dense have basically withered away, adding a bit of Gothic cold and serious beauty.

Like a graceful aristocratic girl in the Middle Ages, elegant and melancholy, sitting not far from the Seine River, silently watching the scenery of the city.

Its appearance is quite different from what Kitahara and Kaede remember, but it still has a melancholic and beautiful temperament.

"A beautiful church, isn't it?"

Hugo looked tenderly at the largest church in Europe dedicated to the Virgin Mary: "It used to be much more beautiful than it is now. Over the long years, all kinds of bad guys have destroyed its beauty...

But just the shadow left behind is moving enough."

"I can tell."

Beihara and Feng tilted their heads, glanced at the children who were still playing in the distance, then looked at the hazy church, blinked gently, and answered.

"It feels like many later elements have been added to this church. In addition to Gothic architecture, there are also shadows of many art schools. You may have to get closer to see it."

Hugo looked over with some surprise, and then showed a brisk smile: "It's already very good. There are very few young people willing to study the field of architecture these days. Most of them are people who like fancy gadgets and do abstract minimalist art.

Idiot."

Kitahara and Kaede blinked.

The tone of this sentence sounds a bit ironic, and the content is also very offensive. It is not something that the usually mild-tempered president of the Paris Commune would say.

So are you angry?

But think about the three-dimensional Hugo's disdain for those architectural artists who tried to "renovate" Notre Dame de Paris in the original text of "Notre Dame de Paris"...

It doesn't seem to be something that is incomprehensible.

"There was a time when those idiots even wanted to tear down the stone bricks of Notre Dame de Paris and use them to build some inexplicable defenses."

Hugo seemed to be very dissatisfied with this matter, and even felt distressed that his treasure had been ruined by the common people. He muttered resentfully: "Great, now everyone can only see a Virgin Mary who has been castrated layer by layer.

It’s really a ghost.”

Lively crowds passed by on both sides of the street, laughing with each other as they walked through the street. A few tourists gathered together, happily holding their cameras and pointing at this ancient and vicissitudes of church.

They are either so accustomed to the existence of this ancient building that they are numb, or they are simply novel and find this rather famous church very interesting.

As for the deeper story, no one cares.

Just like most people don't care at all whether the Yongding Gate that was demolished and rebuilt is the city gate that was handed down from the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty.

Antoine and Dumas, who were lagging behind and looking around, noticed that the adult had come to the front, so they hurried back together and proudly showed the adult the paintings they bought.

"It's the sunset, the big house under the sunset——"

Anthony carefully took the painting out of his arms and unfolded it toward Kitahara and Kaede: he was very careful not to wrinkle it or get it wet.

Those beautiful dark eyes stared brightly, as if they wanted to see the same compliment from the adults.

"Idiot! It's the church." Rose shook her head, disdainful of Anthony's statement, and then yawned lazily in the other's arms.

A small rhinestone was placed in the stamen of her flower, reflecting the red petals, which actually seemed a bit elegant and luxurious.

Rose is obviously very satisfied with her new crown, and feels that with this she can become a legitimate princess - the kind who can later designate Antony as her stupid knight.

The picture shows Notre Dame Cathedral under the setting sun. The brilliant red gold is like today's rain, drowning the details of the church, leaving only the ancient brilliance.

Just like back then.

Beiyuan and Feng lowered their eyes, laughed, handed the painting to Hugo, and stretched out his hand to pinch their faces one by one.

Anthony always liked to refer to these buildings as houses, small houses, big houses, really, really big houses - they were all pretty much the same in his eyes anyway.

"Go back and take a hot bath to avoid catching a cold."

He said, then he held these overly active children in his arms, held their hands seriously, and then looked at Hugo, who was pondering the painting.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Kitahara and Kaede said with a smile.

He knew that the three-dimensional Hugo was also an amateur painter, and his painting style was quite avant-garde for that era. Even if he didn't know what Hugo was like in this world, he still liked to discuss some related topics with him.

"It looks pretty good, and he is also very smart. He has learned to use colors to cover up details." Hugo nodded and handed the painting to the little prince again.

"Although there are neither pointed arches nor details of shrines or carved cornices, at least it can be seen that it is a painting of Notre Dame de Paris."
To be continued...