Expedition to Europe

Since the children adopted by Qin Zhiyuan arrived at Thunder Bluff, Misha has become their nanny.

Perhaps because she was adopted at a young age, Misha showed extraordinary patience with the children.

Soon, all the children fell in love with Misha.

The children's lives are very regular. Six or eight of them live in the same room, and they are divided into different classes based on the room. Now they have begun to be required according to the standards of the Boy Scouts.

Heyman is the leader of the children, and Geraldine is the princess of the children. Everyone pampers her and loves her.

Geraldine's favorite thing to do is to stand on the sea side of the castle and look at the distant horizon. If someone asks, Geraldine will say that when every ship enters the port of Thunder City, it may be her father's return.

This hope often fails, but it does not prevent Geraldine from liking the battlements on the sea side.

Today, just like every other day, Geraldine woke up to the sound of melodious bells, changed into her favorite white dress, and then asked Misha to tie a hairband with silver camellia ornaments when she combed her hair.

After washing up, Geraldine went to the restaurant to have a full breakfast. Chef Wang of the restaurant was very loving. Today, he specially prepared a basket of small buns for Geraldine, which was Geraldine's father's favorite food. Geraldine resisted the temptation, accepted Chef Wang's kindness, and then shared these delicious pies with her friends.

"Gigi, are you going to the tower today? Do you want me to accompany you?" Frederick, who had become a little fat man, followed Geraldine. If Misha's mother had no other arrangements, Frederick always liked to follow Geraldine.

"I'm going, don't follow me, otherwise I'll beat you." Geraldine responded crisply, and she always responded to this little fat man like this.

"Okay, then be careful. We are going to be with Uncle Chen today. He will teach us how to disassemble a rifle. It must be very interesting. Don't you want to come?" Frederick was clumsy in his courtesy.

Little kids, they may not know what admiration is, but the vague affection is budding in their little minds.

"I don't like that. Yesterday, Sister Misha said she would teach me how to tie a bow on a bandage. I don't want to learn how to disassemble a rifle. Only men like you need to learn how to disassemble a rifle." Geraldine argued.

Although they are just children, they have begun to learn a simple division of labor under the guidance of adults. Men are responsible for the outside and women are responsible for the inside.

"Okay, I wish you a good day today." Frederick was a little frustrated, but he ran away in a blink of an eye.

To be honest, he has been looking forward to today's class for a long time. If it weren't for his past habits, Frederick should be at the shooting range now, the place that boys have been looking forward to for a long time.

Just after turning around a row of houses, Frederick saw Heyman leading a group of cheerful children in a line, singing and walking towards the shooting range.

Frederick sprinted and joined the line while Heyman was not paying attention, singing with his friends:

Always full

Or empty

Abominable life

Sometimes heartless

…

This song is "themass" created by the French band Era. It was once widely circulated as the military song of the German First Armored Grenadier Division, but in fact it is not. It is actually a hymn praising the Messiah.

Messiah comes from Hebrew, which has the same meaning as "Christ" in Greek. If translated directly into Chinese, it means "the anointed one", and the anointed one means the person chosen by God.

Qin Zhiyuan is now a person with a religious background, so it is very appropriate to use a hymn as a military song.

Once this song was released, it was immediately loved by all the children and the French who heard it, and it was also highly sung in the First Brigade.

Music has no borders. The song "The Mass" is concise and concise, with its unique arrangement, broad-minded lyrics, and powerful momentum, which makes everyone who hears it fall in love with it.

What's more, this song was originally composed by French musician Eric Levy based on traditional French hymns, and is even more popular with the French.

When the song drifted through the castle and reached the tower on the other side of the castle, Geraldine also sang softly:

Right now

Don't delay

Quickly pluck the vibrating strings

...

When Geraldine followed with a soft response, Micha came to the door of the tower and looked at Geraldine with love.

"Oh, God, Dad is back..." Geraldine suddenly cheered and turned to run out of the tower.

"Stop!" Micha stretched out his hand and grabbed Geraldine.

"Micha, let me go, Dad is back." Geraldine was struggling.

"Impossible, Qin Gang has been gone for two days, he won't be back within a week." Misha said with a straight face.

"Misha, I swear to you, Dad must be back, on the Yangtze River, I can feel it." Girardin insisted.

"Are you sure?" Misha didn't believe it.

In fact, Misha already believed this little thing. It was as if the sixth sense was particularly sensitive. If Qin Zhiyuan returned to Leiting City, Girardin could always feel it, even at night, Girardin could feel Qin Zhiyuan approaching.

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This is amazing, but it is true. Girardin is still sleeping with Misha, and there have been precedents like this before.

"Yes, I'm sure!" Girardin nodded vigorously, and the camellia on her head was shaking and about to fall off.

"First of all, you have to tidy up your appearance. You can't let your father think that I didn't take good care of you." Misha dragged Girardin towards the main building.

"Misha, please, let me pick up my father." Girardin was reluctant, and her little body twisted into a knot, trying to break free from Misha's restraints.

"There is a piece of dust on your face." Misha used his killer move.

"Impossible!" Girardin stopped struggling, and although she said it was impossible, her hands were already covering her face.

No matter what age women are, as long as they talk about appearance and hygiene, they will be accurate.

"Okay, you can just go pick up your father like this and let her see how sloppy you are." Misha let go of Girardin, hugged his elbow, and looked like he was going to watch a good show.

"I don't believe it, you're lying to me." Girardin peeked at Misha's expression through his fingers.

"Okay, I'm lying to you." Misha no longer cared about Girardin, turned around and pretended to leave: "The camellia on your head is about to fall off, if you don't believe it, you can touch it."

Girardin reached out to touch it, and it was true.

"Misha, I love you, help me." Girardin ran after Misha.

...

At the entrance of Thunder Bluff, Girardin and Misha were still arguing.

"You lied to me." Girardin was angry.

"I didn't." Misha was proud.

"There's no dust on my face." Girardin accused.

"Your braid is crooked." Misha emphasized.

Although he knew it was just combed, Girardin couldn't help but touch it, fortunately, fortunately.

While the two were bickering, several cars drove along the mountain road.

Before the car stopped, the door of the second car opened impatiently, and a middle-aged blond woman opened her arms with tears in her eyes: "Misha, my little Misha..."

"You are..." Misha hesitated, and suddenly felt a palpitation.