Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

She hasn't come back for so many years, and she doesn't even know that this elementary school has been abandoned.

She once spent her first girlhood in this elementary school. In her memory, the elementary school is still bright and beautiful, even the slides at the door are bright colors.

But now, she is like a weather-beaten, lingering old man, with a black door open in the dark, like a mouth without front teeth, so lonely, so lonely...

like herself...

The uncle shook his head and sighed: "Okay, girl, if you want to go in and have a look, you can go in and have a look. I parked the car here. I'm a little sleepy anyway. Let me take a nap here. You can take a nap in half an hour." Come back, remember to be careful!"

"Well, okay!" Huanyan got out of the car and walked in step by step, thinking that the uncle is really a good person, I can't live up to his expectations, and I must have a good talk with Situ Chenjue when I go back.

She walked into the elementary school step by step. Although it was midnight at this time, she didn't feel scared at all. Suddenly, many memories came back to life in her mind.

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At that time, the primary school was still full of vitality.

At that time, she was not the physically and mentally broken Ye Huanyan now, she was just a ten-year-old girl.

Wearing braids and always wearing old clothes, because every time my mother buys new clothes, she buys them for her sister, but she doesn't care.

It doesn't matter whether the clothes are beautiful or not, new or not, as long as they are clean!

At that time, my sister had already become a popular person in the class, monitor, squadron leader, and team leader. She always wore a small red flower on her chest. In the eyes of the teacher, she was the best elementary school student.

As for myself, I like to be in a daze when I am in class. I often look at the little birds singing on the branches and fall into deep thought.

How beautiful life was at that time!

There is not so much suffering in life, not so much torment, no tears, carefree...

By the way, remember that there is a shop selling mung bean soup at the door!

The grandma who runs the shop is surnamed Li!

Thinking of the mung bean soup shop, many memories flooded into Huanyan's mind.

I remember that at that time, she often bought mung bean soup in the mung bean soup shop.

I remember one time, there was a famous little bully in elementary school who bullied a boy at the door of the shop.

At that time, the boy's face was dirty and splashed with muddy water. She didn't see what he looked like, but she remembered his eyes.

Even after so many years, she still can't forget it.

That look was extremely indifferent, like moonlight.

It doesn't matter who is bullying you at all, it doesn't matter at all.

Such a young boy has such eyes!

I don't know how the little boy is doing now, I don't know if he is doing well...

Huanyan walked slowly to the front of the teaching building, where there was a bulletin board with photos of previous graduates.

Through the moonlight, she vaguely saw the blurred face of her class.

My sister stood in the middle, proudly like a beautiful swan.

And myself, only in the corner of the last row, like an unnoticed shadow.

But she likes this very much, she doesn't like the attention of everyone, it will make her feel that she has no freedom and no sense of security.

The elegant fragrance wafted in the wind at night, and Huanyan looked casually, and saw white flowers blooming on the vines on the branches.

Does this kind of flower have another name called [Xiyan]?

The flower is as thin as a cicada's wing, looks very weak, but has an attitude of not admitting defeat.