Chapter 153 Finale 2

Shen Lingning began to build a more complete security system and international legal rights protection network to cope with more complex challenges in the future.

In 2006, the World Food and Beverage Industry Conference was held in Shanghai.

As a representative enterprise in China's tea beverage industry, Funing Tea Talk set up a very impressive booth at the conference.

They used the most advanced holographic projection technology at the time to create a surging Han River water curtain in the center of the booth, interpreting the glorious history of the thousand-year-old Tea-Horse Road. The visual effect amazed the audience.

At the end of the demonstration, the water curtain turned into starlight, and the hostess dressed in modern cheongsam served the special milk tea made from Qinba selenium-rich tea.

The unique taste combined with profound cultural heritage has won praise from politicians and business leaders from all over the world. They have raised their glasses one after another, and the photos have instantly swept social media around the world.

At the same time, CCTV announced in its news broadcast: "According to the latest statistics, the annual output value of China's tea industry has surpassed that of coffee for the first time..."

The camera swept across the land of southern Qin, where thousands of acres of tea plantations were rolling with green waves and modern tea factory machinery was roaring.

In front of a Funing Tea Shop, a teenager held up a panda-printed milk tea cup and shouted to the camera, "When I grow up, I want to be a tea industry engineer!"

Shen Lingning stood by the window of the celebration banquet, looking at the bright lights of thousands of homes in the distance, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

It took her thirty years to go from a military factory in the mountains of Qinnan to the current "Queen of Oriental Milk Tea", leading Chinese tea culture to the world.

The hardships, wisdom, perseverance and emotions involved have all been integrated into the lingering fragrance of tea, and remain timeless.

The wheel of time rolls forward, and new challenges always exist.

But Shen Lingning knows that as long as they remain rooted in the land and stick to the spirit of pioneering and innovation, the story of Chinese tea will surely be written into an even more brilliant chapter by the next generation.

In the summer of 1996, eighteen-year-old Zhou Fubao was admitted to the Biology Department of Peking University with excellent grades.

During this long summer vacation without academic pressure, she made a decision that surprised her parents a little - to go south alone and visit the water towns of Jiangnan.

Although Shen Lingning and Zhou Weiguo were a little worried, they finally chose to support their daughter after seeing her graceful figure and determined eyes. They just repeatedly reminded her to be careful.

Fubao's destination was clear: an ancient town in Jiangnan Province that she had never been to but had lingered in her dreams countless times.

Relying on an indescribable intuition and vague fragments of memory in her mind, she finally found the old house located in a corner of the ancient town and built by the river.

The walls are white and the tiles are black, the horse-head walls are tall, and although the carvings on the lintels look old, you can still see the exquisiteness of the past.

Inside the courtyard wall, a tall old locust tree with lush branches and leaves sticks out from the top of the wall, quietly overlapping with a scene deep in Fubao's memory.

Her heart beat faster involuntarily.

However, the old house today was different from the quiet one in her dream. It was decorated with lights and bustling with people.

A big red wedding character was pasted on the wooden door, and from the yard came bursts of cheerful noise and the aroma of wine and food - a wedding was taking place.

Fubao stood at the entrance of a slightly unfamiliar alley, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

She walked closer and through the open door, she could see that the courtyard was full of guests, toasting and chatting.

The groom was wearing a brand new Zhongshan suit with a red flower on his chest, and was toasting the guests with a shy smile; the bride was wearing a red cheongsam, with gentle eyes and a face filled with happiness.

Those two young and energetic faces...

Fubao's pupils contracted slightly and her breathing stagnated - those were her father and mother in her previous life, whose memories had long been blurred but hidden deep in her soul!

It's just that they are so young now and are in the best moment of their lives.

A huge sense of dislocation in time and space instantly gripped her.

She was like a bystander who had strayed into someone else's dream, watching the past that should have existed deep in her memory and even had a hint of sadness, now being played out vividly and passionately.

Her eyes grew hot uncontrollably, warm tears quickly gathering, and her vision blurred. She bit her lower lip hard to prevent herself from sobbing.

"Girl, who are you looking for?"

A kind and gentle voice sounded beside him.

Fubao suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, and turned his head.

An energetic and kind-faced old man was looking at her with concern, holding a pipe in his hand.

It was her grandfather in her previous life!

Time has carved more wrinkles on his face, but his warm heart and smiling eyes have not changed at all.

"I...I was passing by and saw that it was quite lively here."

Fubao tried hard to make his voice sound normal.

The old man took in the beautiful girl in front of him, whose clean temperament and eyes inexplicably made him feel friendly, and said with a smile, "Oh, my eldest grandson is getting married today! A big day! Miss, you are a tourist from out of town, right? Meeting is fate. Why don't you come in and have a drink? It will add to the joy!"

Her grandfather, who loved her the most in her previous life, was now warmly inviting her to attend the wedding of his son (her father in her previous life).

This absurd and sad scene made Fubao's heart feel as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it feel sore and swollen.

She looked at her grandfather's sincere smile, then looked at the newlywed parents in the yard who were completely unaware and immersed in happiness, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions.

How she wanted to walk in and throw herself into her grandfather's arms like she did when she was a child, how she wanted to say "blessings to you" to the newlyweds...but she knew she couldn't.

She is Zhou Fubao, the daughter of Shen Lingning and Zhou Weiguo, and belongs to this time and space.

Finally, she forced out a somewhat difficult but still decent smile, shook her head, and said with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice: "Thank you, Grandpa, but it's okay.

I...I just wanted to take a look. I wish...I wish the newlyweds a long and happy marriage."

After saying that, she turned around almost as if running away and quickly left the noisy alley.

Even after walking a long way, I could still hear bursts of laughter and firecrackers coming from behind me.

She walked alone to the river outside the town, watching the gurgling water, and tears finally fell silently. This was not sadness, but a kind of relief, a testimony and farewell that transcended time and space.

She had seen them at their happiest, and that was enough. That home, that life, was now a thing of the past. Now, she was Zhou Fubao, with loving parents and a future filled with endless possibilities.

As Fu Bao calmed down by the river, she didn't notice that, beneath a nearby willow tree, a calm, middle-aged man in a plain shirt stared at her silently for a long moment. His eyes were complex, filled with inquiry and a hint of...incredible shock.

When Fubao was about to leave, the man slowly stepped forward and asked tentatively in Mandarin with a strong local accent, "Little girl, is your last name... Lin?"

This sudden question, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, caused new ripples in Fubao's heart.

Why did this strange man from Jiangnan know her last name in her previous life?