Chapter 1608

"Mom, who are they?"

"It's English."

"Are they bad guys?"

"No, I don't think so... Maybe."

"Well... Since they're not bad people, why did they take our neighbor's house? Bernard, Leroy, Durand... They're all gone."

"No, it's just that someone bought their home and lent it to these British people who lost their home..."

On the edge of the block where the asylum seekers settled down, a little girl stood at the door holding her mother's hand, staring at the gradually quiet street.

She didn't quite understand what her mother said, because in her impression, "home" should always be there. Even if she goes to the "far away" small park every day, when the time comes, she can always come home with her mother to eat hot vegetable stew.

Unless

"Oh, so did someone rob their home?"

She still knows that things borrowed by others can be returned, but things robbed by others may never come back.

Because before, she had a rubber ball that was brutally robbed by the bad boy Dubois in this area. At that time, she sat on the ground and cried for a while!

The little girl pursed her mouth, thought hard with her confused little head, and thought she could understand the meaning of the so-called "lost home".

At this time, she was suddenly attracted by a figure approaching slowly from the distance of the street.

At that moment, she and her mother were still standing at the door, probably because they saw that each other seemed to be worried, so they didn't speak, but looked at the figure and walked slowly in front of them.

Until the other party passed them, the little girl looked up at her mother.

"Mom... Well," she whispered, as if a little curious, "was that beautiful sister robbed of her home, too?"

The voice dropped a little. Before her mother answered, she found that the beautiful girl who had not gone far suddenly stopped. It was obvious that she heard what her daughter said.

"I'm sorry, miss... My daughter doesn't mean any harm..."

"I know, it doesn't matter."

The figure turned around lightly and responded to the little girl's mother in a fluent French soft voice. Then I saw her coming this way step by step.

Yes, the girl who looks particularly beautiful and exquisite is Delphi who walked alone in the street before.

"Oh, thank you for your tolerance."

As the girl's mother said this, she suddenly realized that the beautiful girl didn't speak French like a foreigner at all, and she seemed to have a Paris accent.

In other words... She probably wasn't with the British, she just happened to pass by.

However, the young mother did not know that Delphi was actually surprised at the moment - her memory was given by Marca, but Marca herself only knew a little French.

Just now, she almost subconsciously answered in French, and she seemed to have said it many times.

So, when Delphi looked at the memories in her mind again... She suddenly felt that the language spoken in her childhood memory seemed to be more French.

"No, there must be something wrong... But why?"

Memory is undoubtedly very ambiguous. When you recall something you have experienced, the picture and process are the focus, while the words often only stay on the general content.

If it hadn't been for this unintentional opening, she might have found it hard.

"Miss?"

"Ah, sorry!"

Delphi smiled reluctantly. Then, she was very strong. She decided to put down this creepy question for the time being.

"Is this your house? It's a beautiful potted plant."

She looked at the row of flowers and plants placed by the wall. The lush plants were mixed with colorful potted plants, which reminded her of sister Willie, who had long silver hair and often smiled at herself in her memory.

"Thank you! I planted it with my mother!"

This time, the little girl opened her mouth before her mother spoke.

"Really?" Delphi squatted down in front of her and stroked her soft hair. "It's amazing..."

As she was saying this, she suddenly thought, and then went on:

"Did you say that my home was robbed? You are wrong! My home has always been - or, as long as there is a father, it is my home."

"Then... And mom?"

When the little girl's mother heard her daughter say so, she immediately began to regret taking her daughter out to bask in the sun.

Fortunately, Delphi was not unhappy about it.

"I don't have a mother," she said quite frankly. "If I have to say, I have a group of big sisters who grew up with me. They are very, very good to me - maybe even better than my mother."

"Oh, uh --"

"Those must be nice people."

The little girl's mother seemed worried that her daughter would say something like "mother is the best". She quickly interrupted her daughter's words about to export - although if her daughter really said that, she would feel very happy herself.

"Yes, they are all very kind people."

When Delphi heard this, she could not help nodding seriously, then gently retracted her hand on the little girl's head and stood up again.

"Madam, don't worry! There are many good, brave and kind people living here. I think you will get along with them very happily."

After saying so, Delphi said a little goodbye to the mother and daughter, and then wanted to turn around and leave. And just then, I heard the little girl say:

"Beautiful sister, are you leaving? Where are you going?"

Delphi looked back and suddenly smiled:

"I'm not going anywhere. Go home."

After that, she walked along the street step by step, just like just now, but she had changed direction. Before long, the mother and daughter standing at the door watched her disappear at the corner of the street when she came.

"Mom, that sister just said that the place where Dad is is is home; but she later said that she also has a group of good and good sisters... So where is her home?"

Her mother listened to her daughter's question and stood for a moment. Then she whispered:

"I don't know, maybe... In Paris!"