"Mom, who are they?"

"It's British."

"Are they bad people?"

"No, I don't think so...... Maybe. ”

"That'...... If they weren't bad guys, why did they rob our neighbors' homes? Bernard, Leroy, Duland...... They're all gone. ”

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

On the edge of the neighborhood where the evacuees had settled, a little girl stood at the door of her house holding her mother's hand, staring in amazement at the quiet street.

She didn't quite understand what her mother was saying, because she had the impression that "home" should always be there. Even if she goes to play in the small park "far away" every day, when the time comes, she can always go home under the guidance of her mother to eat hot vegetable stew.

Unless......

"Oh, so, did someone steal their home too?"

What was "borrowed" by someone can be returned, but what was "robbed" by someone is likely to never come back - she still knows this.

Because, in the past, she had a rubber ball that was brutally snatched away by the bad boy Dibois in this area, and she was still sitting on the ground and crying for a while!

The little girl pursed her lips and struggled to think with her little confused head, thinking that she could already understand what it meant to "lose her home".

And it was at this moment that she was suddenly attracted by a figure slowly approaching from a distance on 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, just watched the figure slowly walk in front of them.

It wasn't until they passed in front of them that the little girl looked up at her mother in a bit of confusion.

"Mom...... So," she asked softly, as if curiously, "that pretty sister had been robbed of her home too?" ”

Before her mother could reply, she noticed that the beautiful girl, who had not gone far, suddenly stopped, apparently hearing what her daughter had said.

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

"I know, it's okay."

Then the figure turned around and responded to the little girl's mother in a soft voice in fluent French. Then, I saw her walking towards this side step by step.

That's right, this extraordinarily beautiful and delicate girl is none other than Delphi, who was walking alone on the streets before.

"Oh, thank you for your tolerance."

As the girl's mother said this, it suddenly became clear that the beautiful girl spoke French that did not at all resemble that of a foreigner, and that she seemed to have a Parisian accent.

Other words...... She was probably not with the British, but just happened to be passing by.

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

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

So, when Delphi looked back at the memories in the depths of his mind...... She suddenly felt that the language she spoke in her childhood memories seemed to be more French.

"No, something must have gone wrong...... But why? ”

Memories are undoubtedly very ambiguous. When you think back to something you've experienced, it's the images and experiences that are the focus, and the words tend to stay on the general content.

If it hadn't been for this inadvertent opening, she would have found it hard to find out.

"Miss?"

"Ah, I'm sorry!"

Delphi smiled a little reluctantly, and then, already strong, she decided to put aside the question, which had made her feel a little creepy.

"Is this your home? Very beautiful bonsai. ”

She looked at the row of flowers and plants placed on the wall, and the lush greenery was mixed with a little colorful potted plants, which reminded her of Sister Willy, who had long silver hair and often smiled at herself.

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

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

"Really?" When Delphi heard this, he couldn't help but squat down in front of her, caressing her silky hair and said, "It's amazing......

As she spoke, she thought for a moment, and then continued:

"Did you say that my home was also robbed? You'd be wrong! My home has always been there – or rather, as long as there is a dad, it's my home. ”

"That'...... And what about moms? ”

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

Luckily, Delphi wasn't upset about it.

"I don't have a mother," she said quite calmly, "if I have to say, I have a group of older sisters who have grown up with me, and they are very, very nice to me—maybe even better than my mother." ”

"Oh, uh-"

"They must be nice people."

The little girl's mother, as if she was worried that her daughter would say something like "Mommy is the best", quickly interjected, interrupting what her daughter was about to say—though if she did, she would have felt very happy herself.

"Yes, they're very kind people."

When Delphi heard this, she nodded earnestly, then gently withdrew the hand that was on the little girl's head and stood up again.

"Ma'am, don't worry! There are a lot of nice, brave and kind people among those who come to live here, and I think you'll have a great time with them. ”

With that, Delphi said goodbye to the mother and daughter, and then wanted to turn away. And it was at this time that I heard the little girl say:

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

Delphi turned his head slightly, and suddenly smiled:

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

With that, she walked along the side of the street step by step, just in a different direction. It wasn't long before the mother and daughter, who were standing in the doorway, watched her disappear around the corner of the street where she came.

"Mom, that sister just said that the place where Dad is is home is home; But she later said that she also had a group of very good sisters...... So, where is her home? ”

Her mother listened to her daughter's question, stood stunned for a moment, and then said softly:

"I don't know, perhaps...... Let's be in Paris! ”

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