Notre Dame De Parisicing

*The identity of the characters, the background of the times, and the storyline of this article basically have nothing to do with "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" and can be regarded as original reading. The tag is used because it uses part of the characters of the Frollo brothers and the character name Esmeralda. *The cover image is generated by AI and is for reference only. - Modern AU, teachers and students, sweet stories, still Claude & Esmeralda · The setting is not the 21st century, but the mid-20th century · My sincere thanks to Mu Qiaomo, Xingguang SG, Sumiko and other friends for their planning support, which provided a lot of inspiration materials for the writing of this article, which greatly enriched the plot of this article. Without the support of these friends, this article would not be possible; this article is mine, and it is yours, thank you all group friends. ———————————————— 1 Esmeralda Bolanca was born in a slum. Her mother is a funny woman, and her father is an alcoholic gambler - her mother is not necessarily her biological mother, and her father is not necessarily her biological father. They divorced when she was very young and soon found new loves. She was a burden in their eyes, and could only receive the minimum amount of support awarded by the court every month; at that time, she often did not have enough to eat, and could only curl up and shiver in the cold nights. She learned to smoke when she was in middle school, and when she was fourteen or fifteen years old, she realized that makeup and perfume could make her enchant people. An endless stream of suitors rushed to give her gifts, so that she no longer had to worry about food and clothing; just like her mother, she could always take out the money paid to her by customers from her bra. Poverty kills more than a knife: there are too many beautiful girls, and she has seen too many. She watched them grow up and sprout, like geraniums and cosmos, and finally marry young, to someone who was a little richer or equally poor, and then gave birth to children: they worked early and late, throwing their newborn children into a pile of debris and crying loudly, and occasionally rushed over to comfort them, mostly hysterically; she saw them become like slaves, like weeds, dead, dead. Esmeralda worked during the day, sometimes leading a group of gangsters in fights, and hid from everyone at night to study. She was very smart and was admitted to the best university in Paris. That was the first time she saw the sky outside the slums. Esmeralda, she is rooted in a slum full of hook bars, drugs and gambling houses, and she does not want to go back; Esmeralda, she has no hope for herself, and will always seem to be wandering in a foreign land. 2 The students there were very well-behaved—this was her first impression of the University of Paris. They wore neat and decent clothes and went back and forth between the buildings. It was quiet and bright there. She hid alone in the shadow at the corner of the courtyard, lit a cigarette and started smoking, like a thief, stealing something that did not belong to her. After she finished smoking, she put out the cigarette butt on the brick wall, threw it to the ground, and stepped on it hard. It wasn't until she raised her head that she realized someone was watching her from a distance. She vaguely remembered seeing that man: it was at the freshman opening ceremony a long time ago. He stood on the stage and gave a speech. He was tall, with broad shoulders, a long and thin neck, and he was bald. He seemed to be a powerful person and very strict; she forgot that she didn't care - in the worst case, they would fire her and let her go back to the old path passed down from generation to generation. She saw the other person slowly walking towards her, so she simply kicked the cigarette butt forward and showed it to him intentionally. She thought of a cat that was killed in front of her eyes. It was disemboweled and crushed into two pieces by a wheel. The laughing children rushed through the alley and used their hands to cut off the intestines flowing out of its abdominal cavity. She also felt like she was dead and being manipulated. She opened her eyes and saw that he had stopped in front of her. He stood in the autumn light of dusk and did not move. It's over, it's all over. She laughed at herself inwardly. Thinking of this, she raised her eyes and stared at him again - before being expelled, at least she could remember his appearance. He lowered his head slightly and moved closer to her. He stood in the autumn light at dusk, his voice was very soft, and he only said one sentence to her: "You're a good boy." Intention: A sweet story from the last century