Time rewinds to noon, in the exhibition hall of the Convention and Exhibition Center, fate arranged a shocking reunion for Peng Jiangming and Zhang Xiaoyue.

Zhang Xiaoyue is in her thirties, at the age when women are the most amorous and attractive, her facial features are handsome and beautiful, her dark eyes are bright and clear, her eyebrows are slender and neat, her fair and round face is covered with light professional makeup, and her slightly curly long hair is neatly coiled behind her head, combed into a standard ball head for working women.

She is tall and moderate, wearing a well-fitting navy blue professional dress, looking capable and elegant, her body seems to have an irresistible temperament and charm, at the exhibition site, she skillfully talks with foreign businessmen about business, and from time to time gives some work guidance to the two assistants.

Sally and Andy are Zhang Xiaoyue's two assistants, and during the lunch break, she asked the two assistants to rest at the booth, and she went to Restaurant A to buy a boxed lunch.

There were many Chinese and foreign merchants dining in Restaurant A, which seemed quite crowded, Zhang Xiaoyue lined up at the back of a line and slowly moved towards the window of the restaurant.

For her, this is just an ordinary exhibition day, and the most common scene in the restaurant is also the most common scene, the Nangang waiters are busy and compact, and the service level is orderly, as well as all kinds of skin, blue eyes, high noses from all over the world.

Zhang Xiaoyue's mood was as calm as ever, there was nothing abnormal, and she didn't have any special premonitions on this day.

She stood quietly at the back of the line, and the front of the line was constantly being cooked and passing by her, and she was greeted by unfamiliar faces and familiar scenes, all of which did not stir up any waves in her heart.

After a while, a man about thirty-seven or eight years old, wearing glasses, a professional suit, and an exhibitor's sign around his neck, walked from the front of the line with a lunch box.

At first, Zhang Xiaoyue didn't feel anything unusual, she just waited quietly.

When the man passed by her, she subconsciously glanced at him, and suddenly, she felt as if something had pierced her eyes, her brain was a little dizzy, and her heartbeat was noticeably faster, and this unexpected discovery made her almost cry out.

"Oh my God!"

Fortunately, reason brought her to her senses quickly, and she quickly covered her mouth, and watched in surprise and dazedness as the man walked towards the back of the line.

"Wouldn't it? How could it be him?"

This sudden discovery was like a boulder suddenly thrown into Zhang Xiaoyue's calm heart, striking a wave of feverish wind, and her mind could no longer calm down.

"How did you meet him here?

Zhang Xiaoyue asked herself over and over again in her heart, half doubtful and half surprised.

The reason why I was suspicious was because it was too sudden, when Wuzhou said goodbye, he had not heard from him for more than ten years, but now he suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she felt as magical as in a dream.

The reason for the surprise is because in the depths of her memory, the identity of the man is very special, in addition to being her high school classmate, he also has an important identity, he is the "man she fell in love with at first sight" in her life, her first love boyfriend Peng Jiangming.

In Zhang Xiaoyue's memory, they haven't seen each other for fifteen years, fifteen years is not a short time, it can turn Canghai into a mulberry field, and it can also make a young man in his prime grow into a calm middle-aged man, no matter how the years change, Peng Jiangming's appearance in Zhang Xiaoyue's memory will never change.

For the elderly, five or fifteen years are the same, but for young people, five years can change a relationship, and fifteen years can change the fate of many people.

In the past fifteen years, Zhang Xiaoyue's memory often hovers the appearance of a teenager, he has a tall and thin body, with a pair of thick myopic glasses, a gentle smile on his youthful and sunny face, and when he reads, his magnetic, rich and beautiful voice is deeply engraved into her memory.

Once upon a time, in the dictionary of her youth, Peng Jiangming was her "brightest star in her dreams", and she was his "most gorgeous moon in the night sky".

Zhang Xiaoyue's heart was tumbling with violent waves, she was eager to come forward to recognize him, she was anxiously queuing up, and kept looking at Peng Jiangming, fortunately he did not leave the restaurant, but walked to a table near the window with a lunch box.

Just when she was restless, the waiter's shout brought her back to her senses: "Miss, it's your turn!"

"Oh, okay. Zhang Xiaoyue hurriedly handed over the money and made three quick meals: "Thank you!"

After the fast food was served, she called Sally: "Sally, you hurry up to the restaurant and get a box lunch, I have something to deal with." ”

"Okay, Sister Xiaoyue, I'll come over right away. ”

Without waiting for Sally to come to the restaurant, Zhang Xiaoyue couldn't wait to come to Peng Jiangming's table with a boxed lunch.