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Chapter 162 Wang Tianfeng travels to the modern era 21

Wang Tianfeng followed Chu Hua, his steps gradually becoming brisker and stronger. The heaviness in his heart seemed to be released by her bright smile and the brightly lit night scene ahead.

Wang Tianfeng looked at the towering Oriental Pearl Tower in front of him, the dazzling lights, and the cruise ships of all sizes shuttling across the Huangpu River. For a moment, he couldn't help but sigh that the place where he once struggled has become so prosperous.

Blowing the comfortable river breeze, his worries were temporarily relieved at this moment.

Chu Hua quietly took out the black suit jacket she had prepared in advance from her bag and draped it over Wang Tianfeng's shoulders.

"It's a little chilly at night. I'm afraid you might catch a cold."

"Thank you, but why are you wearing so little?" Wang Tianfeng tightened his suit jacket a little to block some of the river wind from Chu Hua.

"I'm fine, let's go."

Having said that, Chu Huan took Wang Tianfeng to a chair nearby and sat down.

Wang Tianfeng hesitated for a few seconds, then casually spread his suit jacket on the chair, wiped it carefully with his sleeves, and then let Chu Hua sit down.

This action warmed her heart, and she felt that her liking for him had increased a lot.

Wang Tianfeng pointed at the brightly lit Oriental Pearl Tower in the distance, his eyes revealing great interest.

"what is that?"

Chu Huan followed his gaze and explained with a smile.

"That's the Oriental Pearl Tower, one of Shanghai's iconic buildings. Standing 468 meters high, it's one of the best places to see the panoramic view of Shanghai. Whether it's day or night, it's like a shining pearl, emitting charming light."

Wang Tianfeng's eyes were filled with amazement. "This is incredible. Electric lights were not even popular back then, but now this city already has such tall buildings that reach the sky."

He continued to gaze at the huge structure that symbolized modernization, feeling deeply the rapid changes of the times, his heart filled with complex emotions.

Chu Hua noticed his emotion and comforted him softly, "Uncle, although the world is changing rapidly, the essence of freedom and peace that humans pursue will never change. The struggles and sacrifices of your era paved the way for today's peace and prosperity."

Chu Huan and Wang Tianfeng walked leisurely along the bank of the Huangpu River.

Their destination, the Peace Hotel, was just around the corner. This was the surprise Chu Hua gave Wang Tianfeng.

He was born in that era and must be familiar with the Peace Hotel. Chu Hua knew that Wang Tianfeng missed those years very much. In this era, Chu Hua could only use this clumsy method to make Wang Tianfeng happier.

This hotel has gone through a century of vicissitudes and witnessed the transformation of Shanghai from a small fishing village to an international metropolis. For people like Wang Tianfeng, Peace Hotel is not just a restaurant, but also a symbol of an era.

He didn't expect Chu Hua to bring him to such a symbolic place.

For him, the Peace Hotel not only carries historical memories, but is also a part of his past.

His eyes were slightly moist, and even though he was a spy skilled at concealing his emotions, he still found it difficult to suppress the surge of emotion in his heart for this unexpected warmth and nostalgia.

Chu Hua observed Wang Tianfeng's reaction with a smile, then took him into the hotel's door.

The moment Chu Hua and Wang Tianfeng walked into the Peace Hotel, the atmosphere of history and reality intertwined with each other hit them.

The ground under your feet is paved with retro tiles. The decoration inside the hotel is gorgeous yet solemn. The exquisite chandeliers emit a soft yellow light, which is projected in every corner, reflecting the traces of the passage of time.

“Here, it seems like nothing has changed.”

Wang Tianfeng was immersed in memories of the past. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and was not in a hurry to open them, allowing his senses to capture the surrounding atmosphere.

There was a melodious piano sound in his ears. It came from the black piano in the corner of the hotel, gracefully playing a classic old song. It was a melody he was familiar with, and also an echo of his years.

Chu Huan gently took his hand and looked at his slightly trembling yet nostalgic expression, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

She knew that Wang Tianfeng must be emotionally moved at the moment, and she hoped so. She brought him here not only to give him a surprise, but also to give him some comfort and company.

Chu Hua held Wang Tianfeng's hand and gently led him through a secret door at the corner of the hotel into a private room with retro decoration. The interior of the room was decorated in the style of old Shanghai, with black and white photos hanging on the light gray walls, each of which recorded a story.

"What is this?" Wang Tianfeng's voice was filled with surprise.

"A little surprise." There was a hint of cunning in Chu Hua's eyes. She pulled out a chair and sat down, motioning Wang Tianfeng to sit down as well.

I ordered a pot of jasmine tea and the fragrance gradually spread.

Wang Tianfeng looked at an old photo of Shanghai in the 1930s on the wall. It was the predecessor of the Peace Hotel. The photo was full of people, including women, children and merchants, and it was a prosperous scene.

His eyes lost their direction unconsciously, as if he had traveled through time and space in an instant.

Chu Hua noticed his change and whispered, "Uncle, there are still many things here that have been passed down from your time. Although time has changed their appearance, their souls will never change."

Listening to Chu Hua's words, Wang Tianfeng nodded gently, clasping his hands across his chest, as if trying hard to suppress the complex emotions in his heart.

The song playing in the restaurant was a classic melody of old Shanghai - "Night Shanghai". The graceful music and Chu Hua's words made him feel an indescribable nostalgia and warmth.

The dining table was set with exquisite silver tableware and crystal clear wine glasses, and everything was arranged in an orderly and impeccable manner.

They sat down opposite each other, a smile flashed in Chu Hua's eyes, she reached out and took out the menu: "Uncle, the dishes here retain a lot of the flavor of old Shanghai, take a look and see what you want to eat."

Wang Tianfeng took the menu and glanced at the familiar and nostalgic names of the dishes, and he felt even more emotional.

After a long time, the dishes were served one after another. Silver steam filled the air, carrying an enticing aroma that penetrated into the nostrils of the two and aroused their appetite.

The presentation of each dish is extremely exquisite, demonstrating the skills of the master chef.

Wang Tianfeng picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. The taste immediately exploded on his taste buds. The long-lost taste made him close his eyes and savor it carefully.

The nostalgia in his heart turned into a unique feeling. At this moment and in this place, he seemed to have traveled back to his own era, back to that era filled with gunpowder.

Chu Huan gently uncorked the wine bottle and poured out a glass of deep ruby ​​liquid. The aroma of Bordeaux immediately filled the air.