Traveling to ancient times to sweep the catering industry

When Cheng Wenwen saw Qi Shuo, her heart was moved. It turned out that they had met each other in high school. This discovery made her feel surprised and happy.

"Yes, teacher, I was successfully admitted and have received the admission letter..." Qi Shuo's voice echoed in the office.

“He is one of the best students in the school and his grades are always among the best.”

The teacher's words rang in her ears, but Cheng Wenwen's thoughts had drifted far away.

She recalled an encounter with Qi Shuo, the casual eye contact, the time they spent together in class. It turned out that their fate had quietly sprouted at that time.

Just as Cheng Wenwen was immersed in her memories, the conversation in the office brought her back to reality. She heard the teacher talking about the conditions and procedures for recommendation, and the news that Qi Shuo was selected as a recommended student. An inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, with both joy for Qi Shuo and worry about her own future.

In the dream, Cheng Wenwen felt an unprecedented emotional fluctuation. She began to think about her relationship with Qi Shuo, whether they could cross the barriers of time and space and come together.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the voices in the office became clearer. Cheng Wenwen began to reflect on her own growth experience. She had suffered countless difficulties and challenges during her high school years, and now it seemed that these experiences paved the way for her meeting Qi Shuo.

Just as she was lost in thought, the dream suddenly stopped. Cheng Wenwen slowly opened her eyes and found herself still lying on the bed. She couldn't help but sigh at this wonderful dream, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

She knew it was just a dream, but this dream filled her with expectations and hope for the future. She thought of Qi Shuo's handsome face and tall figure, and an inexplicable power surged in her heart.

In the pale yellow moonlight, Cheng Wenwen woke up as if from a dream, as if she was wandering in an ink painting. When her eyes opened, a bright shadow stood quietly beside her. It was Qi Shuo. His eyes were gentle and bright, like the morning sun, giving people a gentle and brilliant feeling.

"Qi Shuo," she called, "how did you know I was awake?"

Qi Shuo smiled, and that smile was full of tenderness, like the warm sun in winter, "I heard you talking in your sleep, and it seemed like you were calling my name."

Cheng Wenwen nodded, the blush on her face like a shy morning glow, and whispered: "I dreamed about our high school days."

Qi Shuo was stunned for a moment, and then his bright eyes shone even brighter, "Did you dream about me when I was in high school?"

"Yes." Cheng Wenwen's voice was full of memories. "You were admitted successfully at that time and you also came to our class to substitute for the evening self-study class. Do you still remember the way you explained the questions that time?"

Qi Shuo was silent for a moment. It seemed like a long-lost memory, but it became fresh again because of the conversation at this moment. He said softly: "I actually remember. Your thoughts at that time were very strange."

This is their childhood, which is far away but still clear. The memory of high school is like a finely crafted painting, quietly unfolding before their eyes. He taught her math problems, and she listened to his explanation carefully. They were so innocent and beautiful at that time.

"I still remember that time," Cheng Wenwen said with a faint smile, "We were so young and carefree back then."

"Yes," Qi Shuo smiled slightly, "That was the best time in our lives." He walked up to her and gently held her hand, "And now, we are still together, isn't this another kind of beauty?"

Their hands were tightly clasped, as if the moment was frozen. The distant memories and the present reality intertwined to form a beautiful picture. Their story was like a beautiful poem, full of romance and warmth.

"Qi Shuo," Cheng Wenwen said softly, "Thank you for always being by my side."

Qi Shuo lowered his head slightly, his eyes full of affection, "I also thank you for always being by my side. Whether it's me in high school or us now, I will cherish this relationship."

They sat quietly by the bed, holding each other's hands tightly. The distant memories and the present reality intertwined to form a beautiful picture. At this moment, they seemed to be enveloped in a peaceful and beautiful atmosphere, with only each other's existence and deep emotions.

In the midst of countless prosperity in this world, Cheng Wenwen and Qi Shuo depend on each other, and their love is as deep as the sea. There seems to be a special tacit understanding between them, and no matter how the wind and rain baptize them, their hearts are always closely connected.

Cheng Wenwen always cherishes this relationship like a treasure. She knows that there are too many temptations and troubles in this world, but as long as she and Qi Shuo are in love, they can withstand everything. Their love is like a flower in spring, blooming quietly. No words are needed, just a look or a smile, and they can understand each other's feelings.

She worked hard, constantly learning and improving, wanting to be on par with Qi Shuo. She knew that only if she became better could she go further with him. So, she tried her best to pursue her dream and faced the challenges of life with a burning heart. Whenever it was late at night, she would think of Qi Shuo's warm eyes, which were her motivation to move forward and the warmth in her heart.

Qi Shuo was her support and pillar. He was always so calm and determined, as if he could hold up a sky for her no matter when and where. He watched her grow up and work hard, and his heart was filled with pride and satisfaction. He knew that Cheng Wenwen was his only one and the most important person in his life.

Their feelings are like those ancient poems, full of gorgeous descriptions. Their love story is like a beautiful painting that makes people linger. Every time they meet, every time they look at each other, every time they hug, it is like a poem injected with life, full of emotional interweaving and soul collision.

Their life is not spectacular, but full of deep affection. They will take a walk together in their spare time, hand in hand through every corner; they will snuggle up to each other at night, looking at the starry sky outside the window together; they will lend a helping hand without hesitation when each other needs it. Such feelings do not need gorgeous words to decorate, but only a sincere heart and silent companionship.

In this fast-paced era, their feelings seem so precious and rare. They will not quarrel because of the trivialities of life, nor will they be shaken by the temptations of the outside world. They believe in each other and their feelings.

They know that as long as they have love in their hearts, they can withstand all storms.

Whether in the past, present or future, they will go hand in hand.

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