I have big problems with my superpowers and my relationship

Although the photo was taken from outside, you can still vaguely see the scene inside the restaurant.

There are about four or five tables, fans and faded menus hanging on the wall, and neighbors sitting inside, giving it an old-fashioned and warm feeling.

It's exactly what I imagined...

Lu Chen clicked on the photo and took a look. He couldn't help but remember that there were many small restaurants like this near his home when he was a child.

But later they were gradually replaced by fast food restaurants with better decoration and more distinctive features.

Disappeared along with it, also disappeared the bustle and noise of the past.

Times are changing, and the connections between people are constantly weakening. On the contrary, the places that have failed to keep up with the tide of the times have retained more of the city's daily life.

This kind of small restaurant probably only exists in small cities like Luzhou.

【I miss it very much.】

After looking at it for a while, Lu Chen replied: [Let’s not talk about it for now, go and accompany your parents. ]

Qin Wanqing: [Hehe, great! ]

Qin Wanqing: [Oh, by the way, did you see the little flowers I placed in your bedroom? ]

Lu Chen: [I see.]

Qin Wanqing: [I didn’t buy that, it’s from here!]

here?

where?

Looking at Qin Wanqing's message, Lu Chen was a little confused.

But Qingbao sent another photo soon.

The photo was probably of a flower bed in the community. The flash illuminated a corner, and there were many purple gentian flowers in full bloom in the flower bed.

So...this pot of flowers was brought to Yanjiang by Qingbao from his hometown?

After staring blankly at the blooming gentian on the phone screen for a long time, Lu Chen raised his head again and looked at the pot of flowers on the windowsill.

The purple petals swayed gently in the evening breeze, as if they were a messenger traveling through time and space to come to you, or like a look back at the years.

Love that lasts forever...

eternal......

His brows furrowed slightly, and for some reason, Lu Chen suddenly had an inexplicable feeling.

Lu Shuyu said that she came from her future.

But at this moment, why do I feel that Qin Wanqing seems to come from my past?

It seemed like the two had known each other for a long time.

It was only two weeks ago that we met again.

Or...

Reunion?

Chapter 131 The Promise of Fate

"Hey! Qingqing is back!"

"Lao Qin! Your daughter is back!"

"Hurry up! Stop working!"

On the other side, in an old residential area 300 kilometers away from Yanjiang, as soon as Qin Wanqing walked into a small restaurant, bursts of friendly shouts immediately rang out in the house.

"..."

Qin Wanqing smiled and nodded to her neighbors. Although she couldn't speak, she actually remembered the name of every uncle and aunt in her heart.

She has lived here since she was a child. Before going to Yanjiang to attend university, she saw these familiar faces almost every day.

Her uncles and aunts were also very kind to her. They were witnesses who saw her grow from a little girl into such a graceful young lady.

Looking at Qin Wanqing, an old lady sighed: "Qingqing is getting more and more beautiful. I wonder which young man will be lucky enough to marry such a beautiful girl in the future."

Of course it’s Lu Chen!

Qin Wanqing immediately gave the answer loudly in her mind, then she came to her senses and her cheeks couldn't help but turn red.

When the neighbors saw this, they thought she was shy, so they just smiled and stopped teasing her.

Just then, a middle-aged man also walked out from the kitchen.

"I'm back. Go home first. Your mother is waiting for you at home."

"..."

Looking at the man with a kind face and some graying temples, Qin Wanqing smiled and shook her head, put the small suitcase in the corner, took the apron and sleeves from the wall and put them on with ease, then went straight into the kitchen.

"Oh, this kid."

The man smiled, his eyes showing both helplessness and relief.

Of course, the neighbors praised him again.

"Old Qin, just be content! If my daughter were half as hardworking as Qingqing, I would wake up laughing in my dreams!"

"Yes, Qingqing has been helping us since she was little. I remember she had to stand on tiptoe to serve us food when she was little!"

"Hahahaha, right, right, she was not even as tall as the table at that time!"

"What happened was that one time, it seemed like she didn't do well in the exam, and she served you the dishes while crying, it made me so sad..."

The lights were bright and the fan was creaking, bringing gusts of wind and laughter that drifted out of the store and into the night sky.

Just as everyone said, Qin Wanqing had indeed been helping in the store since she was very young.

When she was in elementary school, she had her own little desk in the corner.

Every day after school she would lie down at the table and do her homework. When there were more customers, she would act as a helper, helping to take orders and serve food, and then continue to do her homework when she was free.

Later, when she was in junior high school, the small table was a little low, so she became a "full-time waitress". After school, she would be busy in the store until eight or nine o'clock, and then go home to do her homework.

Even after going to college, Comrade Xiao Qin would still come back to help his parents during every winter and summer vacation, when his classmates were traveling around.

The only difference is that she became the "chef" and her parents became her assistants.

In short, this small restaurant has been the place where Qin Wanqing spent all of her spare time over the past decade. With the help of neighbors, it provided her with the money to buy paints, brushes, and take art classes until she was admitted to the Southwest Academy of Fine Arts.

Because of this, customers who often come here to eat are very familiar with her and know her "black history" like the back of their hand.

And at this moment, when everyone talked about these things with a smile, it seemed as if they saw again the little girl who would tiptoe to serve food, sit in the corner quietly to do homework, and wipe away tears because of not doing well in the exam.

It was as if I saw myself more than ten years ago, when I was young and full of vigor and vitality.

It’s a pity that the long river of time never stops flowing, and one day it will take away people’s memories like mud and sand.

And the people and things that carry these memories.

"Old Qin..."

The laughter gradually died down, and someone quietly pulled Qin's father aside, and asked in a low voice with a complicated expression: "Are you really going to sell it?"

"......Um."

Qin's father seemed a little reluctant, but he nodded affirmatively: "Her mother and I have saved some money over the years, and borrowed some from relatives. Selling the store will be enough."

"But didn't you say before that the success rate of the operation is less than 10%?"

The man was a little worried: "What if it doesn't work and you lose your store? What are you going to do in the future?"

"Hey, find something to do. You won't starve to death anyway."

Father Qin turned around to look at his daughter who was busy in the kitchen and smiled.

"We are parents for our children. We have finally saved enough money. No matter if she can be cured or not, we have to take her to try."

"Oh, that's right. I hope God will open his eyes."

The person who spoke sighed and said with a wry smile: "To be honest, I really can't bear to leave your little restaurant."

Qin's father joked, "I'm not saying anything bad about you, Old Sun, but after all these years, you haven't gotten tired of my dishes yet?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun curled his lips: "I think it tastes better than those big restaurants. What's more, what people say on the Internet is that I don't eat the food, but, it's..."

"Don't think about it, you are eating vegetables."

Father Qin smiled and waved his hands: "Alright, alright, I won't talk to you anymore. I'll go to the kitchen to take a look."

"Go ahead...get me a bottle of Pour-Shen."

"Oh, why are you willing to drink Pu Shen today?"

"Qingqing is back, I'm happy."

"Okay, okay..."

Dad Qin knew that the man was helping him, but he didn't say anything. He just went to the small counter and took a bottle of white Hutu Shen, then came back and put it on the table.

88 a bottle, it’s the most expensive wine he has.

"Why, some?"

The man happily unscrewed the bottle cap, looked up at Qin's father who was a little dazed, and immediately smiled and advised:

"Come on! It's been a while since I had a drink with you. Let's have one last drink together! I'll pay for whatever you drink! Just leave it as a reminder for me!"

"...I won't take advantage of you, but if you really want to drink, I'll find someone to accompany you."

Father Qin thought for a moment, then suddenly shouted to the kitchen, "Qingqing, stop busying yourself! Come out for a moment!"

"..."

In less than five seconds, Qin Wanqing came out and raised her hand to make a few gestures.

"Okay, let's clean it up later."

Father Qin smiled and waved: "Come here, toast your Uncle Sun a glass of wine."

"..."