Jia Yuwen's delicate body is more delicate than imagined.
Xiao Qi's beating all night left her unable to get out of bed all morning. She could only sit on the bed and let Xiao Qi feed her food one bite at a time.
It wasn't until evening that the little beauty had the energy to go out and take a walk.
She didn't realize that behind herself and Xiao Qi, there were several powerful men following from a distance.
In fact, they had been sitting at the table in that restaurant since last night. These were the bodyguards sent by Berard to take charge of their safety.
Paris is divided into the old city and the new city. Basically all the old cities maintain the appearance of Paris more than 200 years ago. Walking here, you can feel the quaint European atmosphere.
Xiao Qi sometimes thought about whether China would maintain the beauty it had hundreds of years ago without experiencing wars and turmoil, but conjectures were just conjectures and could never become reality.
While walking, Jia Yuwen and Xiao Qi were chatting about a church. Suddenly, a thin man appeared in front of them and opened his mouth in Chinese: "Brother, do you want an antique?"
The little beauty was startled by the sudden appearance of the person, exclaimed and threw herself into Xiao Qi's arms.
Several bodyguards saw it and rushed over from a dozen meters away.
"Hold your head!"
"Squat down!!"
Loud French scoldings were heard from afar. The thin man suddenly heard these words. When he looked up in shock, he saw the burly men rushing over with their guns drawn out.
He was also frightened, and quickly squatted down with his head in his hands. Looking at his skillful look, Xiao Qi knew that he would do this very much tomorrow.
Foreign police are very violent. Once they feel that someone is in danger of endangering the public, they will immediately use the most severe measures to force them to undergo inspection.
If anyone dares to disobey, or turns around and runs away, they will just shoot without taking any responsibility.
Europe is a little better. Americans are the roughest.
Many Chinese people travel to the United States and often come back to tell them how hateful the American police are. Although a large part of this is due to the low quality of the American police, part of it is actually due to the language barrier.
For example, the American police saw a Chinese man who was suspicious, and then shouted: "Stop, put your hands up. Don't move!"
Then the Chinese man saw the policeman's fierce look and thought to himself: Oh no, has there been a misunderstanding?
So he quickly dug into his pocket to get his passport and other information to explain.
Now it was the turn of the American police to misunderstand: What, you want to touch the gun? It is indeed not a good thing!
If you encounter someone with a good temper, you will directly come up and press the Chinese man against the wall to search. If you encounter someone with a bad temper, you will directly touch the gun... Do you think this tourist can not be scared to death?
The person in front of me knew French and was so honest that he didn't say a word.
Several bodyguards kicked him over, stepped on him, and then began to search him. With a series of actions, Jia Yuwen was so frightened that she hugged Xiao Qi even tighter, not daring to look further.
"It's okay, these are the bodyguards my friend assigned us." Xiao Qi comforted the girl in his arms, but did not let the bodyguards stop.
Because he didn't know if this guy who suddenly appeared was dangerous, so he had better check it out.
Two minutes later, the thin man was lifted up, his face pale.
At this time, he dared to speak: "I am not a stowaway, nor am I selling powder, I am just a small businessman! Police officers, you can see my passport, I have a French green card!"
"Shut up! We are not the police!" Several big men let him go, but still surrounded him.
Xiao Qi then looked at him again, "Are you still selling me antiques now?"
"I...I...I'm sorry!" The thin man dared not speak. After bowing, he ran out quickly without looking back.
"Hey, isn't he going to sell antiques? I'm going to see what's good. If I can find something good, won't I make a profit?" Jia Yuwen pouted and whispered to Xiao Qi
said in his arms.
"There are never 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 who are from the same country. So little girl
You should remember from now on that when you are abroad, the person you should believe in most is yourself."
"I won't go abroad. I want to be with Brother Qi at home." The ethereal and tender girl said in a charming voice.
Amid laughter, Xiao Qi pulled her forward with satisfaction, and several bodyguards quickly retreated back.
But because of the accident just now, they cheered up even more. After all, the boss once said that if these two friends of his were missing a hair, he would throw them into the Seine River and tie them with stones.
kind.
Turning around the small street here, a large square suddenly appeared in front 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 some young people are practicing hip-hop, but their music is not turned up loudly - I think of the Chinese aunt six or seven years later.
Their square dance to avoid ghosts and gods is the real exclusivity. Wherever 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 the excitement, but when she walked to the square, she suddenly heard the melodious sound of the erhu. She unconsciously became interested, and pulled Xiao Qi into a circle of more than a dozen people.
I saw a middle-aged uncle sitting on a stool inside, playing his erhu attentively. Next to him, sitting a beautiful little girl with big eyes, about seven or eight years old, dressed very neatly.
Old clothes, a little too thin.
The little girl leaned on her father's body and looked around from time to time. Her eyes were full of innocence, but also a little tired.
Next to them was a box containing the erhu, which was simple and slightly damaged, but was kept clean.
Inside the box were some banknotes and coins that people had put down.
In Europe, people still respect this kind of artist very much. They usually like to stand there and listen for a while, then give applause and at the same time contribute their own money.
Xiao Qi and Jia Yuwen originally thought that he came out to perform because of their personal interests. Unexpectedly, the words of several elderly Chinese people next to them revealed a secret.
"Oh! Xiao Chen is so pitiful. His wife is so seriously ill. Not only does she work 10 hours during the day, she also has to perform at night!"
"Who says it's not the case? Xiaoyu is so pitiful. The doctor said that if this continues, he may die!"
"We are not rich people. It stands to reason that we have donated a lot of money before, but it is just a drop in the bucket for her disease... Sigh!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to recommend it to Qidian.
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