Chapter 1607 Maybe in Paris

"Mom, who are they?"

"It's British."

"Are they bad people?"

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

"Then... since they are not bad people, why did they rob our neighbor's house? Bernard, Leroy, Durand... they are all gone."

"It's not like that, it's just that someone bought their home and lent it to these Brits who lost their home..."

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

She didn't quite understand what her mother said, because in her impression, something like "home" should always be there. Even if she goes to play in the small park in the "distance" every day, when the time comes, she can always return home to eat warm vegetable stew under the leadership of her mother.

unless……

"Oh, so, someone took their home too?"

Things that are "borrowed" can be returned, but things that are "robbed" are likely to never be returned - she still knows this.

Because, before, she had a rubber ball that was brutally snatched away by Dubois, a bad boy in this area. At that time, she was still sitting on the ground and crying for a long time!

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

And at this moment, she was suddenly attracted by a figure slowly approaching from a distance from the street.

At that moment, she and her mother were still standing at the door, probably because they saw that the other party seemed to be preoccupied, so they didn't speak, but watched the figure slowly walk past in front of them.

It wasn't until the other party passed in front of them that the little girl raised her head and looked at her mother in a daze.

"Mom...then," she asked softly, seeming a little curious, "is that beautiful sister also robbed of her home?"

As soon as the voice fell, her mother hadn't answered, and found that the beautiful girl who hadn't gone far suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Obviously heard what the daughter said.

"I'm sorry, miss...my daughter didn't mean anything..."

"I know, it's okay."

The figure from the back turned around lightly, and responded softly to the little girl's mother in fluent French. Then, I saw her walking towards this side step by step.

That's right, this extraordinarily beautiful and delicate girl is exactly Delphi who was walking alone on the street before.

"Oh, thank you for your tolerance."

While the girl's mother was saying this, she suddenly realized that the French spoken by this beautiful girl was not like a foreigner at all, and she seemed to have a Parisian accent.

In other words... She probably wasn't with the group of British people, but just happened to pass by.

However, the young mother didn't know that Delphi was actually surprised at the moment—her memory was given by Maca, but Maca himself only knew a little French.

And just now, she almost subconsciously answered in French, and she was as fluent as if she had said it many times.

In this way, when Delphi looked back at the memories deep in her mind... She suddenly felt that the language spoken in her childhood memories 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 the process are the key points, while the words often only stay on the general content.

If it wasn't for her unintentional opening this time, it might be difficult for her to discover this.

"Miss?"

"Ah, sorry!"

Delphi smiled a little reluctantly, and then, she was already very strong and decided to put aside 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, and there were dots of colorful potted plants mixed in the lush greenery, which reminded her of Willie, who had long silver hair in her memory and often smiled at herself. sister.

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

This time, the little girl rushed to speak without waiting for her mother to speak.

"Really?" Delphi could not help squatting down in front of her after hearing that, stroking her soft hair and saying, "It's amazing..."

As she was speaking, she suddenly thought about it, and then continued:

"Just now you said that my home was also taken away by someone? You are wrong! My home has always been there—or, as long as there is my father, it is my home. "

"Then... and mother?"

When the little girl's mother heard what her daughter said, she immediately regretted taking her daughter out to bask in the sun.

Fortunately, Delphi didn't feel any displeasure about this.

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

"Oh, uh-"

"They must be very nice people."

The little girl's mother seemed to be worried that her daughter would say something like "mother is the best", so she quickly interjected and interrupted what her daughter was about to say - although if her daughter really said that, she would You must also feel very happy.

"Yes, they are very kind people."

After hearing this, Delphi couldn't help but nodded seriously, then gently withdrew the hand on the little girl's head, and stood up again.

"Ma'am, don't worry! There are also many good, brave, and kind people among those who come to live here. I think you will have a good time getting along with them."

After saying this, Delphi said goodbye to the mother and daughter for a while, then turned around and left. And it was at this moment that the little girl was heard saying:

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

Delphi turned his head slightly, and suddenly smiled and said:

"I'm not going anywhere, go home."

After all, she walked along the street step by step to the distance just like before, but she had changed the direction. Not long after, the mother and daughter standing at the door watched her disappear at the corner of the street when she came.

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

Listening to her daughter's question, her mother stood there in a daze for a moment, then said softly:

"I don't know, maybe... it's in Paris!"