Shi Mei curved her lips into a smile, "This is what I used to play as a child."
Shi Lingyan sat beside her, looking down at the piano keys. His memory was somewhat fuzzy, but upon hearing her words, he hummed lightly, "You only ever taught me this one."
"Fine, sit down, and I'll teach you something else," Shi Mei said, raising her eyebrows. Her fingers pressed the piano keys, and the tune that emerged was unmistakably "The American Patrol."
Shi Lingyan quickly caught up with the rhythm, the lively and relaxing melody now even more imbued with childlike innocence and charm.
Grandma Shi watched the silhouettes of her grandson and his future bride in secret, thinking that they were truly a match made in heaven.
But...
Why did this scene feel so familiar?
Grandma Shi pondered for a moment before turning to see Aunt Chen with a similarly puzzled expression.
So, Grandma Shi shuffled over to Aunt Chen and whispered, "Don't you think this scene seems a bit familiar?"
