Chapter 6 queen

There are not many places in France that will run a special place to commemorate Queen Ai Zhenni.There is a very, very large hallway in the Naval Hospital. In this hallway, which is big enough to push five push beds and wheelchairs at the same time, and has an echo effect, there is a display glass cabinet. Collections related to her.After visiting here, I realized that Queen Egenie, the wife of Napoleon III, was the sponsor of the Naval Hospital.There are two treasures in this small museum, one is a white marble bust, recreating her youthful glory.The fallen empress died at the age of ninety-four, half a century after the end of the Second Empire.Another treasure is a letter written by the deputy station master of Belk Station to the editor-in-chief of the "Navy Letter", describing the grand occasion of the short visit of the royal family on May 4, 1864.From the letter, it can be seen that a special train arrived at Berck, and that the young ladies of the Empress Egenie, who were a group of visitors, were seen touring the city, and that the famous princess was introduced to the little patients in the hospital. sponsor.For a while, as long as I have the opportunity to see these precious collections, I will definitely not miss it with my admiration.

I've reread the deputy station master's letter over and over, at least twenty times.I was among the chattering entourage of maids, following Queen Egenie from hall to hall, never leaving her yellow ribbon bonnet, her little taffeta parasol, and the The aroma of the palace's special cologne comes out, winding into a path.One day when the wind was strong, I approached her boldly, and even buried my head in the folds of her gorgeous white gauze dress woven with satin patterns.Her clothes were as soft as churned cream, and as fresh as morning dew.She didn't push me away.She ran her fingers through my hair and said softly, "Here, my boy, you have to be very patient." Her Spanish accent resembled that of a neurologist.Now she was no longer the Queen of France, but a god who comforted the sick, the Virgin Rita, the patron goddess of the hopeless.

One afternoon, I confided my sorrows to her statue, only to find a strange face between her and me.On the glass of the display case, a man's face was reflected, as if soaked in a jar filled with ethanol.The mouth is deformed, the nose is injured, the hair is disheveled, and the eyes are full of fear.One eyelid was sewn shut, the other stared wide, like Cain's cursed eye upon his fate.I stared at the pupils of this eye, and for a while, I couldn't realize that this was actually me. At this time, an indescribable sense of comfort welled up in my heart.Not only was I exiled, not only was I paralyzed, dumb, half-deaf, not only was all joy robbed, but all existence was reduced to nothing but Medusa the Gorgon It's as terrifying as it is, even just looking at my appearance is scary enough.This chain of catastrophes made me laugh uncontrollably, nervously; having been hit hard by the hammer of fate, I decided to take what had happened to me as a joke.My wheezing laughter stunned Empress Ejenny at first, but then she caught my good mood too.We laughed until tears flowed.At this time, the brass marching band belonging to the town hall began to play a waltz.If it doesn't offend Queen Ejenny, I'd be more than happy to stand up and ask her to dance.We danced and twirled across the tile floor that stretched for kilometers.From this time on, every time I went to the lobby, whenever I saw the Queen's face, I knew her faint smile clearly.