Jia Yuwen's delicate body is even weaker than imagined.

Xiao Qi's night's tart felling made her unable to get out of bed in the morning, so she could only sit on the bed and let Xiao Qi feed her bite by bite.

It wasn't until the evening that the little beauty had the spirit to go out for a walk.

She didn't even notice that behind herself and Xiao Qi, there were several elite men in the distance.

In fact, they've been sitting at the table at that restaurant since last night, and these are the bodyguards sent by Bellard to take care of the safety of the two.

Paris is divided into the old town and the new town, and basically all the old towns are maintained as Paris more than 200 years ago, and you can feel the quaint European atmosphere when you walk here.

Xiao Qi sometimes thinks that without experiencing war and turmoil, Hua Guo will not maintain the beauty of hundreds of years ago, but conjecture is only conjecture and can never become a reality.

Walking and walking, Jia Yumin was chatting with Xiao Qi about a church, and suddenly a thin man appeared in front of the two, opening his mouth in Chinese: "Brother, do you want antiques?" ”

For the person who suddenly appeared, the little beauty was startled, and threw herself into Xiao Qi's arms with an exclamation.

Several bodyguards saw it and hurriedly rushed up from more than ten meters away.

"Hold your head!"

"Squat!!"

The loud French reprimand came from afar, and the thin man suddenly heard this, and when he looked up in shock, he saw the big men rushing over, pulling out their guns.

He was also frightened, and hurriedly squatted down with his head in his hands, looking at his skillful appearance, Xiao Qi knew that he would not do less in this matter tomorrow.

Police officers abroad are very violent, and as soon as they feel that someone is in danger of endangering the public, they immediately resort to the most severe measures. Forcing them to be examined.

If anyone dares not to do so, or if they turn around and run, they will shoot directly and will not be held responsible.

Europe is a little better, the Americans are the most brutal.

Many Chinese travel to the United States and often come back to tell how hateful the American police are. Although a large part of this is due to the low quality of police officers in the United States, in fact, there is also a part of the reason for the language barrier.

For example, the American police saw that a Chinese was a little suspicious, and then shouted: "Stop, put your hands up, don't move!" ”

Then this Chinese man saw the fierce appearance of the policeman and thought: Oh no, what did you misunderstand?

So he hurriedly dug into his pocket and wanted to explain the information of his passport or something.

Now it was the turn of the American police to misunderstand: What, want to touch the gun? It's not a good thing!

Meet someone with a better temper. Directly came up and pressed this Chinese man against the wall to search, and when he encountered a bad temper, he directly touched the gun...... Do you think this traveler can not be scared of the fright?

The one in front of me belongs to the one who knows French, and he is so honest that he doesn't say a word.

Several bodyguards kicked him over, and after stepping on him, he began to search his body, under a series of actions. Jia Yuwen was so frightened that he hugged Xiao Qi even tighter, not daring to look more.

"It's fine. This is the bodyguard that my friend gave us. Xiao Qi comforted the girl in his arms, but did not let the bodyguards stop.

Because he didn't know if the guy who came out of nowhere was dangerous, it was better to check it out.

Two minutes later, the thin man was lifted up, his face pale.

Only then did he dare to speak: "I am not a stowaway. I'm not selling either. I'm just a peddler! Officers, you can look at my passport, I have a French green card! ”

"Shut up! We're not the police! A few big men let him go, but they still surrounded him.

Xiao Qi looked at him again. "Are you still going to sell me antiques now?"

"I ...... I...... I'm sorry! The thin man dared to speak, and after bowing, he ran out without looking back.

"Hey, isn't he going to sell antiques? I'm still going to see what haode is, in case I can find any haode things, isn't it also earning? Jia Yuwen pursed her lips and whispered in Xiao Qi's arms.

"There will never be pies in the sky, only countless traps on the ground." Xiao Qi patted her face, "There are too many Chinese abroad, and they like to lie to people from the same country the most." So little girl, you will remember in the future that when you are abroad, you should believe in yourself the most. ”

"I won't go abroad, I want to be with Brother Qi in China." The ethereal and tender girl said in a playful voice.

In the midst of laughter, Xiao Qi pulled her forward with satisfaction, and several bodyguards hurriedly retreated to the back.

But because of the accident just now, they were even more reinvigorated, after all, the boss had said that if the two of his friends were missing a hair, he would throw them into the Seine, or the one tied with stones.

Turning around the small street on this side, a large square suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

The lights in the square are very bright, even at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, there is a flea market here, and there are some young people practicing street dance, but their music is not loud - I think of six or seven years later, the square dance that the ghosts and gods of the Chinese aunts avoided is the real exclusivity is very serious, where they are, there can be no other people within a radius of more than ten meters, because it is too noisy!

Jia Yuwen didn't like to be lively, but when she walked to the square, she suddenly heard a burst of melodious erhu sounds, and she didn't feel interested, and pulled Xiao Qi into a circle of more than a dozen people.

I saw a middle-aged uncle sitting on a stool, who was concentrating on pulling the erhu, and beside him, there was a beautiful little girl with big eyes, only about seven or eight years old, wearing very neat old clothes, a little thin.

The little girl leaned on her father's body, looking around from time to time, her eyes full of innocence, but also with a hint of exhaustion.

Next to them were boxes containing erhus, quaint and slightly damaged, but cleanly packed.

Inside the box were some banknotes and coins that people had put down.

In Europe, people still have a lot of respect for this kind of artist, and usually like to stand there and listen for a while, give applause and donate their own money.

Xiao Qi and Jia Yuwen originally thought that he was a personal interest, so they came out to play, but they didn't expect the words of a few elderly Chinese people next to them to unravel a secret.

"Alas! Xiao Chen is so pitiful, his wife is so seriously ill, she works 10 hours during the day, not to mention, and she has to come out to perform at night! ”

"Who's to say it isn't? Xiaoyu is so pitiful, I heard the doctor say that if it goes on like this, I'm afraid people will be gone! ”

"We are not wealthy, and it stands to reason that we have donated a lot of money before, but it is a drop in the bucket for her illness...... Alas! (To be continued......)