Age of Dreams

　　 Jia Yuwen's delicate body-more delicate than imagined.

　　 Xiao Qi's trolling all night caused her to get up all morning, so she could only sit on the bed and let Xiao Qi feed her bite by bite.

　　 Until the evening, Little Beauty has the energy to go out and wander around.

　　 She didn't even notice that, behind herself and Xiao Qi, there were a few savvy big men far away.

　　 In fact, they have been sitting at the table in that restaurant since last night. These are the bodyguards sent by Bellard to be responsible for the safety of the two.

　　Paris is divided into the old town and the new town. Basically all the old towns have maintained the appearance of Paris more than two hundred years ago. Walking here, you can feel the quaint European atmosphere.

　　 Xiao Qi sometimes thought about it, without experiencing wars and turmoil, the Chinese Congress would not and maintain the beauty of hundreds of years ago, but guesses are just guesses, and they will never become a reality.

　　 Walking along, Jia Yuwen was chatting with Xiao Qi about a church. Suddenly a thin man appeared in front of the two of them. He opened his mouth in Chinese: "Brother, do you want an antique?"

　　 At the person who suddenly appeared, the little beauty was startled, and threw herself into Xiao Qi's arms as she exclaimed.

　　 Several bodyguards saw it, and hurriedly rushed up from a dozen meters away.

　　 "Hold your head!"

　　 "Squat down!!"

　　 Loud French scolding, it was passed from a long distance, the thin man suddenly heard this, and when he looked up in amazement, he only saw the big men rushing over and pulled out the guns.

　　 He was also frightened, and quickly hugged his head and squatted down. Seeing his proficiency, Xiao Qi knew that he would not do less tomorrow.

　　 Foreign police inspectors are very violent. When they feel that someone is in danger of harming the public, they will immediately use the most severe method to force them to undergo inspection.

　　 If anyone dared not to do it, or turned around and ran away, they would shoot directly without any responsibility.

　　 Europe is a little better, and Americans are the most rude.

　　Many Chinese people travel to the United States and often come back to tell us how abhorrent American police surveillance is. Although a large part of this is due to the poor quality of American police surveillance, some of them are actually due to language barriers.

　　For example, the US police inspected a Chinese man who was suspicious, and then shouted: "Stop, raise your hands, don't move!"

　　 Then this Chinese man saw the police chasing fiercely and thought to himself: Oh, what's wrong, right?

　　 So he quickly digs out his pocket and wants to get passport information to explain.

　　 Now it was the turn of the American police to investigate the misunderstanding: Why, want to get a gun? It's not a good thing!

　　When I met someone with a better temper, I came up directly and pressed the Chinese man against the wall to search. When I met a man with a bad temper, I just shot a gun... Do you think this traveler would be so scared?

　　 The one in front of me is someone who knows French, and he didn't say a word.

　　 A few bodyguards kicked it over, and after stepping on him, they began to search. After a series of actions, Jia Yuwen was so scared that he hugged Xiao Qi even more tightly and didn't dare to look at it.

　　 "It's okay, this is the bodyguard provided by my friend." Xiao Qi comforted the girl in his arms, but did not stop the bodyguards.

　　Because he doesn't know if the guy who suddenly appeared is dangerous, it's better to check it.

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

　　 At this time, he dared to say: "I am not a smuggler, nor am I a fan, I am just a small vendor! Police officers, you can see my passport, I have a French green card!"

　　 "Shut up! We are not the police!" Several big guys let him go, but they still surrounded him.

　　 Xiao Qi then looked at him again, "Are you still selling me antiques now?"

　　 "I...I'm sorry!" The thin man dared to speak no matter where he was. After bowing, he ran out without looking back.

"Hey, isn't he going to sell antiques? I'm still going to see what's good, if I can find something good, wouldn't I make a profit?" Jia Yuwen pouted, whispering in Xiao Qi Road in his arms.

"There will never be pie 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. So little girl. You will remember that when you are abroad, you should believe in yourself most."

　　 "I don't know how to go abroad, I want to be with Brother Qi in the country." The ethereal and tender girl said in a pretty voice.

　　 Amidst the laughter, Xiao Qi pulled her forward with satisfaction, and several bodyguards quickly retreated back.

But because of the accident just now, they became more energetic. After all, the boss once said that if these two of his friends lose a hair, he will throw them into the Seine, or the one tied to the stone. Kind.

　　 Turning around the small street here, suddenly a large field appeared in front of the two of them.

The lights on the Guangwuchang are very bright, even at 7 or 8 in the evening, there is a flea market here, and some young people are practicing street dancing, but their music is not loud—I remember that six or seven years later, Hua The Guangwuchang dance of the national aunts who avoid ghosts and gods is really very exclusive. Where they are there, there can be no other people in a radius of more than ten meters, because it is too noisy!

Jia Yuwen doesn't like the excitement, but when she walked to the Guangwuchang, she suddenly heard the melodious sound of erhu, and she became interested in it~www.readwn.com~ pulled Xiao Qi and got into a group of a dozen people. A group of circles.

I saw a middle-aged uncle sitting on a stool inside, pulling the erhu attentively, beside him, sitting a beautiful little girl with big eyes, only about seven or eight years old, dressed neatly Old clothes are a bit thin.

　　 The little girl leaned on her father, looking around from time to time, her eyes full of innocence, but also a little tired.

　　 There are boxes for erhu beside them, simple and slightly damaged, but they are very clean.

　　There are some paper money and coins that people put down in the box.

　　In Europe, people still respect this kind of artist. They usually like to stand there and listen for a while, giving applause while also contributing their own money.

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

　　 "Oh! Xiao Chen is so pitiful, his wife has such a serious illness, not to mention working for the old hours during the day, but at night I can still do business!"

　　 "Who said no? Xiao Yu is so pitiful, I heard the doctor say that if this continues, I am afraid that people will be gone!"

"We are not wealthy people either. It stands to reason that we donated a lot of money before, but for her illness, it was a drop in the bucket!" [To be continued [This text is provided by the Breaking Update Team@八戒丶他师兄” . If you like this work, you are welcome to ◣first issue◥to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. 】