Xia Chenxi hugged Mimi, said goodbye to the man, got off the train, the platform was built in the center of the town, and it was just a garden. The white military observation tower was in the west of the town. Xia Chenxi looked at the white observation tower.
Narrow your eyes carefully.
Only two people got off the car, one was her, and the other was a little girl who looked very solemn, white people, golden hair, blue eyes, and no smile on her face.
Talking activity iceberg.
Xia Chenxi walked into the town, and there were not many people in the town. A street passed from beginning to end. On both sides, there were two floors of small villas with flowers. Each small villa had a small garden.
The streets are quiet, there is no sound at all, let the Buddha, no one here.
However, the flowers bloom very lush.
All kinds of iris flowers are all over the place. This is French national flower. There are many towns, and there are many red, purple, pink called unnamed flowers.
Gives a feeling of peace, peace and beauty.
In the air, the floral fragrance is scattered.
Xia Chenxi is dark, is this where she grows up?
I am also very familiar. In her dreams, there have been such a beautiful town.
The flowers are full of flowers, the flowers are pleasant.
The little girl walked into a small villa and closed the door. Mimi suddenly jumped from Xia Chenxi's arms, walked in front, and looked back.
go home.
She smiled slightly and followed Mimi all the time.
There are only two roads in the town. One main roads are from beginning to end, and one from east to west. There are only two cross -crossing roads in total. The others are all small roads. There are tall French sycamore in front of the villa.
There is a parking space under the sycamore tree. Xia Chenxi noticed that several bullet -proof vehicles were parked under the sycamore tree. It was all clear. She didn't know what brand of bullet -proof vehicle, black, low -key, luxurious.
Other parking spaces are also, except for sports cars, they are all bulletproof cars.
The sports cars are all kinds of out of print. It is conceivable that people in the town are rich.
Xia Chenxi looked up at the Indus tree, and brought out a doubt in his heart. What was the origin of this town? There is a platform in such a small town. Basically, no one gets off here. Actually, this platform is not necessary.
Construction.
From Marseille to Paris, there are too many such towns on the way.
If there is a platform, how many times do you have to stop?
When you look at the people who live here, you are not rich or expensive.
Xia Chenxi followed Mimi, turned right at the cross intersection of the cross, walked into a two -lane path, and walked fifty meters along the path. It was two rows of high French sycamore trees. The leaves of the sycamore was still green.
Mimi stopped in front of a pink -white villa, his front paws pointed at the door, yelled, and the Buddha was very happy. It seemed to be saying, owner, we went home, owner, we went home.
Xia Chenxi's heart was softened, and it was caught in a sourness that could not be extracted.
Go home.
Is this her home?
The villas in her house are all flowers on the wall. They are not at home. Who is taking care of flowers and who is looking at home? There is a row of white fences outside the small villa. Xia Chenxi pushed away the fence door.
There is no lock here. When you enter the door, there is a pebble trail, and there are flowers next to it. One pot is a pot. It is very beautiful. Put the Buddha with a spring breath.