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(Thanks to the sword in the chest, grandma's leg hair, the reward of the two friends, more and more friends pay attention to the fish head, and the fish head is full of fighting spirit.) ）

In war, there will always be some innocent people who will be sacrificed.

This is the norm, not an exception.

When two peoples and two nations are at war, a foreign race living in another country suffers.

There is a special case here, and that is the Jews.

How miserable were the Jews?

Just like the Doudou in the story of "Eating and Sleeping and Hitting Doudou", Jews always lie innocently on the gun. When war breaks out, Jews lie down with guns. When social contradictions are acute, Jews lie down with guns. When the economy is at a low point, Jews lie down their guns. When someone is feeling in a bad mood......

Well, it's because of the Jew next door, who told him not to lend me an axe!

The Jews living in Europe are not in the mood of being huskies, but of being huskies......

The little guys in front of Qin Zhiyuan, they may be descendants of the Germans, or they may be descendants of the Jews, they are undoubtedly victims of the war. Judging by their state, they may all be homeless children, and their families may no longer be alive.

This kind of thing doesn't happen in front of Qin Zhiyuan, Qin Zhiyuan can't do anything. But when Qin Zhiyuan witnessed the living conditions of these children, Qin Zhiyuan couldn't turn a blind eye. The reason is very simple, Qin Zhiyuan himself was once an orphan.

Qin Zhiyuan still remembers that after his parents died, for countless nights, Qin Zhiyuan turned off the lights, opened the windows on the balcony, and sat on the balcony to listen to the quarrels between the male and female hostesses of the neighborhood, the crying of children, and the short chatter of various parents......

The things that were once hated will become the most precious things in the heart with the change of time and environment, and they are out of reach.

The tree wants to move but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait!

"Qin!" Julie felt the sadness in Qin Zhiyuan's heart, and gently put her hand on Qin Zhiyuan's shoulder, giving Qin Zhiyuan warmth and strength.

Qin Zhiyuan gave Julie a smile and patted Julie's hand gently.

"Kids, on the other side of the forest, I have a castle, it's deserted, I want to invite you to be a guest, okay?" Qin Zhiyuan tried his best to say that it was pitiful.

The Château de la Swan is on the other side of the Bois de Bois de Bois Bois and is known to everyone in this area.

"Guest?"

"Really?"

"I know that place!"

The children instantly gathered around, their dirty little faces full of longing and anticipation. What is the most desired thing for a street child? Not warm clothes, not extravagant meals, but a home!

Even if it is a poor and humble home, at least there is a place where you can put your heart down!

"Really, let's go now, shall we?" Qin Zhiyuan wanted them to feel warm as soon as possible.

"Sir." Geraldine gently tugged at the corner of Qin Zhiyuan's clothes.

"What's the matter? Bub. Qin Zhiyuan squatted down.

"You're a good guy!" Girardin kissed Qin Zhiyuan lightly on the face.

Cold and wet to the touch, with a little trembling, but it makes people feel warm and peaceful.

"Bang ......" a burst of white light flashed, which was the movement of the magnesium powder flash.

"Perfect! Qin, you are really the angel given to us by God! Ryder Auerbach looked at Qin Zhiyuan as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

There were a large number of people standing in front of the church, and they were staring intently at this side, the men all looking solemn, and the women with tears in their eyes.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......" bursts of rhythmic applause rang out.

The eyes full of relief and admiration were all focused on Qin Zhiyuan and Julie.

Julie's hands were wrenched together in front of him at a loss, Qin Zhiyuan stood up and shouted in the direction of Annie: "Annie, please forgive me for not being able to attend your dinner, there are a bunch of little ones that I need to take care of now." ”

"Hey, Qin, remember that there is a dinner at the Elysee Palace tomorrow night, and you are on the invitation list!" Pierre shouted.

Raymond sent a verbal invitation to Qin Zhiyuan in chapter 119, and he has made up the invitation letter in the past few days.

"Thank you, I will not release the pigeons of Mr. President and His Excellency the Prime Minister." Qin Zhiyuan handed the box to Heyman to hold, and picked up Gilardin himself.

Girardin struggled a little, and the little guy looked at the cashmere coat on Qin Zhiyuan's body with a little fear. Girardin was unclear about the value of the dress, but that didn't hinder her ability to understand.

"What a cautious cutie." Qin Zhiyuan smiled, picked up Giraldin's small hand, and took the initiative to wrap it around his neck.

Gilardin hugged him very hard, almost making Qin Zhiyuan feel a little uncomfortable.

Compared with the difficulty of breathing smoothly in his neck, the feeling of hard throat and eyes, and sour nose made Qin Zhiyuan more uncomfortable.

"Go, little ones, I'll take you home." Qin Zhiyuan patted's head.

first shrank his neck slightly, and then made a move to meet him, holding Qin Zhiyuan's hand. This feeling was felt by Qin Zhiyuan in Napoleon's body, which made Qin Zhiyuan even more pity for these little guys.

"Wait for me, Qin." Julie also caught up.

"Lily......" Qin Zhiyuan looked in Annie's direction and hesitated a little.

"Don't worry, Mom and Dad are adults too!" Julie insisted.

"Alright then, let's go home together." Qin Zhiyuan smiled.

Family!

A sacred and warm place.

Qin Zhiyuan didn't drive over, and the car probably wouldn't fit such seven or eight children, so they simply walked back.

Fortunately, the distance is not too far, and after walking for about twenty minutes, the Black Swan Castle is in sight.

Qin Zhiyuan is good at observing words and feelings, and it didn't take a few words to find out the details of these children. Their parents, who were mostly German or Jewish, and had two children whose parents were all French, whose families had died in the war for various reasons, and who were homeless at a time when they needed care most.

The children were united, and they formed a strange little group in this troubled time, led by Heyman Herbert and referred to as brothers and sisters, with Girardin being the youngest sister.

Reality is always more absurd than fiction, the French and the Germans are fighting on the battlefield, but in a corner of Paris, the children of the French and the children of the Germans have become brother and sister.

Even on Christmas Eve, Misha chose to stay at the Black Swan Castle. Seeing Qin Zhiyuan and Julie returning with a group of dirty wild children, Misha was taken aback.

"Dear Misha, please prepare some hot water, they need to take a bath and change into clean clothes." Helping others can get the greatest happiness, Qin Zhiyuan was in a happy mood, and he actually added a prefix to Mixia's title.

"Okay...... No, they have frostbite on their hands and face, they can't take a shower now, they should apply medicine first, wait a minute. "Compared with Qin Zhiyuan, Mixia knows how to take care of people better.

"Okay children, this is our home, you can be free to do whatever you want here, don't be inhibited. Heyman, you can put chocolate on the table in the living room. Qin Zhiyuan began to direct the little ones to do things, as long as they were busy, it would dilute the sense of restraint in the unfamiliar environment.

"Yes, sir." seems to have come from a good background, and has always maintained this just right amount of politeness.

These children should all have good backgrounds, and it is precisely because of the previous family conditions that they will become victims of war.

Only by bullying big people can there be perverted satisfaction, which is an eternal truth.