When I woke up, I lost my memory

The hollow door slowly opened.

The car drove into the wide avenue, passed through the lush forest on both sides, passed through the tall brick archway, and stopped.

It was indeed a castle.

Wu Yunyi's aunt, Gretel, had the title of Countess since she was born, and she married a duke at a young age, but she lost her husband before she had children.

Afterwards, the title of duke was taken away by her husband's distant relatives, and Gretel also removed her title, but she still retained her status as a duke, living in this big place and enjoying huge wealth.

Under the gaze of the ancient building, Que Yun was still a little nervous, but he brought Ryan here alone, so he was naturally more reliable than usual.

However, Ryan didn't do anything that worried him. After getting off the car, he calmly greeted others, more sophisticated than Que Yun.

The inside of the castle is no different from what ordinary people think.The fresh flowers are decorated in vases and decorate the renovated balcony.Time-honored portraits hang on the dark walls, gazing at the passing guests.

Led by the butler, Que Yun and Ryan arrived at a door on the second floor of the castle.

"Ma'am is holding a tea party." The housekeeper who had just greeted her before said and pushed the door open.

It was Wu Yunyi who contacted Ge Lite, and it was Ge Lite who set the time, but Que Yun hadn't heard of any tea party.

Beating a snare drum in his heart, he walked in with Ryan.

The door also turned left and right. After two corners, I caught a glimpse of the tea party hall. Before I could see the figure clearly, the sound of music was already coming.

The butler asked Que Yun to wait on the bench outside and walked into the open inner hall.

Although it's not surprising that the visiting process is like this, Que Yun felt that there was a door blocking the front, and the owner here was looking at him with a condescending attitude.

The jade-like piano sound came from the front, playing a rondo by Mozart, and after listening to a few short paragraphs, you knew it was professional.

The song has come to the end, Que Yun did not sit down, but walked over, Ryan also jumped off the chair when he saw this.

In the inner room, more than a dozen people leaned on the chairs and listened quietly.Que Yun saw the butler walk to the side and whispered something in a woman's ear.

At the end of the song, the woman clapped her hands with the others and looked over.

Amidst the cheers, the performance has come to an end.

A woman in a simple and elegant gown walked towards her in small steps, strands of blond hair curled around her face, like a deliberate retro dress, her appearance was very kind and kind, like a character walking out of a painting, one couldn't help but feel good about it.

This is the average aunt?

Although people should not be judged by appearance, Que Yun admits that he has some facial features.However, only a little bit.

Ryan was probably taught that after the woman approached, he put his hands on his chest and saluted the woman.

But before the ceremony was completed, the woman had already stretched out her hand to hold him in her arms, squatting down, and softly said: "Oh, my lovely little pudding."

She held Ryan's face in her hands wearing several rings, and looked at it carefully: "I haven't seen you for a while, and you have grown up again. Let your aunt and grandma see if you have changed your color after staying in the country."

She and Ryan spoke a few words, and someone came up to talk to her.

Grete hadn't looked at Que Yun before, but when she looked at him at this moment, she saw a pair of blue eyes, the whites of which seemed a little muddy, but with a smile on her face, she also showed the appearance of a girl, showing that she had no worries about food and clothing.

"This is Yun," she took the initiative to take Que Yun's hand, and introduced to him, "My nephew's husband. Chris, his family has been in contact with us, and you should have met before."

Although there is a slight sense of disobedience, it does not feel alienated.

Que Yun is also a person who has been in the social scene, with a decent smile on his face. Due to the scars on his hands, Que Yun is wearing a long-sleeved shirt, and he is worried that it will be exposed accidentally, so he wears a watch.

He held each other's hand.Even, I don't remember who Chris is at all.

After chatting for a few words, Chris left, and Aunt Gerrit continued to pull Que Yun, bringing him and Ryan to the visitors who came forward one by one.

"He is a music student, and now he is dealing with affairs with Yun Yi."

"Oh, you know my nephew is a low-key guy. I think that's fine, so I agree with them not having a wedding."

"Ryan is my favorite kid in the world."

"Yes, if my sister was alive. My poor sister—"

Almost all the words were said by Grete alone.

It is not uncommon to see old ladies who have broken thoughts, but those who are willing to cooperate are rare.But everyone present respected Gretel and followed her words and emotions.

They also treated Que Yun with smiles.But Que Yun could tell the difference. The way they looked at him and Ryan seemed to be looking at ornamental objects.

The words were full of praise, greetings and concern, but some elderly people cruelly pierced this illusory restriction.

This is a Duke. After Que Yun was introduced to him by Gretel, the Duke glanced at Ryan and asked Que Yun, "Is your body really okay?"

Men who can conceive are always heterogeneous.

"What are you talking about, you stubborn old man." While Que Yun was thinking about it, Gretel smoothed things over with a smile: "Nowadays, women without wombs abound. This world is not what you think. I think You'd better accept the reality quickly, or just lie in the coffin."

It has become a habit for people here to speak harshly, and the old duke who was being teased frowned at the laughter of others, and then laughed happily.

It's easy to help others out, but I didn't turn around for a while when I encountered my brain.Que Yun heaved a sigh of relief, and a sense of warmth rose in his heart.

How could such an aunt have a bad relationship?

After socializing for a long time, Ryan was a little tired. After talking to Gretel, Que Yun took Ryan to rest.

Ryan took a few sips of his drink, walked over after seeing the piano, and Que Yun naturally followed.Several women were standing by the piano, and one was sitting on the piano bench, presumably the player just now.

Through the gap between the figures, Que Yun saw the silhouette of the performer, a familiar face.

After Ryan walked past, the player noticed him.

Soon, Ryan sat on the piano bench and played some syllables intermittently.

Que Yun stood watching from a distance, not knowing for a moment whether he should go up to say hello.He told his old friend that he was recuperating overseas, but he was not talking about London.

At this time, Gretel had accompanied several guests, and had already walked over, and said to Que Yun, "I haven't introduced you yet, but this is the most sought-after person in London at the moment."

The crowd automatically made way for her, and the performer caught a glimpse of Gretel from the corner of her eye, stood up too, and then turned her head to look.

"This is Shijia," said Gretel, "the rising star in classical music these days, and this is—"

In Que Yun's expression of half-smiling and half-wry smile, the performer revealed a burst of ecstasy besides the astonishment.

"Senior Que." Xue Shijia stepped forward, raised both hands, and almost grabbed Que Yun, but then realized that the occasion was not suitable, so he straightened his sleeves and said to Que Yun with a smile: "Long time no see. "