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

Huanyan likes to look at these things that represent past memories, from which you can feel the footsteps of time and the traces of time.

She stood up and stared quietly.

There are some photos of a family with a newborn baby, some are old couples with silver hair, and some are young couples. Everyone has a sweet and quiet smile on their faces.

Huanyan couldn't help but feel the power of love across time.

She thought, these photos are full of smiling, loving faces, how are they doing now?

Are you still full of love for each other like that time?

Can love last a lifetime?

She stroked those photos lightly, and thought of the future with Situ Chenjue again, she couldn't help being stunned.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around reflexively, and saw a woman in her 60s or [-]s slowly walking in with a shamisen.

Her face is very delicate, and she can vaguely imagine her beauty when she was young. Her hair is a little silvery and tied in a round bun. She has a thin figure and the kimono she wears is also very tasteful.

She looked at Huanyan and asked in not-so-fluent Chinese: "Mrs. Situ!"

Huan Yan was shocked, this woman can also speak Chinese.

But yes, there may have been many Chinese tourists here, so it is natural for everyone to say something!

She smiled: "You are..."

"Oh, I'm here to play for you. Just now the proprietress said that you came to rest alone. I thought, would Madam want to listen to the performance?"

Huanyan thought that the proprietress was really considerate, but she was sore all over, but couldn't sleep, so she nodded: "Thank you! Then, please!"

The woman's fingers quickly danced on the shamisen, and the gentle and quiet temperament of the whole person just now changed, and suddenly became incomparably gorgeous.

The tune is like mountains and flowing water, and the music is melodious, as if bringing Huanyan into a dream.

She was intoxicated and closed her eyes, feeling the extraordinary charm of music.

After the woman played a piece, she asked, "Ma'am, are you satisfied?"

"Well, you play very well! I really want my husband to come and listen! However, he is still in the hot spring, so let's not disturb him for now!"

The woman lowered her head and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Ma'am, I suddenly remembered something, I don't know if it's okay to say it?"

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"Ah? Tell me, there's nothing wrong with it!" Huanyan smiled, and had a good impression of this woman: "If you don't know how to express in Chinese, we can make gestures!"

"Oh, yes!" The woman strenuously gestured together: "You...your husband, I... saw a man many years ago, who looked very similar to him! When I first saw him...I still I thought that person came back again, but think about it, it should be more than 30 years now!"

Huanyan didn't take it seriously, thinking, maybe in the eyes of the Japanese, Chinese men all look alike!

However, to be as handsome as Situ Chenjue more than 30 years ago, he should be a handsome man.

She smiled and asked casually, "Did he come here with his wife too?"

"Yes, yes!" The woman suddenly laughed again when she remembered something.