Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

The scenery on the road from Dali to Lijiang keeps changing as you drive.

As Cangshan Mountain receded into the distance, farmhouses with strings of corn began to appear along the roadside.

Instead of crowding into Sifang Street in Lijiang, Qiu Yingying followed the directions of her guesthouse owner and turned into Baisha Ancient Town. The cobblestone path was uneven and made a clattering sound underfoot. Qiu Yingying walked cautiously, and Meng Yanchen naturally took her hand. "Slow down, don't twist your ankle." His palm was warm and felt reassuring in her hand. Qiu Yingying felt a little warm inside and followed his steps unsteadily.

The ancient town was truly quiet. Apart from the occasional passing tourist, there was only an old lady sitting at her door sewing shoe soles, humming an incomprehensible tune, the sun warming her skin.

I found the little restaurant recommended by the owner; it was hidden in an alley and had a very small storefront. I ordered stir-fried eggs with water hyacinth flowers. The name sounded strange, but the food was crisp and refreshing with a slightly sweet taste.

There was also Naxi roasted meat, the skin was charred and a little bitter, but it became more and more fragrant the more you chewed it. Qiu Yingying dipped it in chili powder and ate it, hissing and gasping for breath from the spiciness. Meng Yanchen was next to her, handing her water, and picked up a piece without any sauce for himself, chewing it slowly. "Don't eat too fast, no one's going to take it from you." Halfway through the meal, Qiu Yingying noticed that his bowl hadn't been touched much, and he had been putting food in her bowl, so she turned around and picked out the tenderest piece of meat for him. "You should eat too, don't just look at me."

In the afternoon, she strolled into a handmade shop. Hanging at the door was a dark green dress made of homespun cloth, with delicate silver thread embroidered on the neckline depicting lotus blossoms. It didn't look particularly striking, but the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. Qiu Yingying touched it, somewhat reluctant to put it down. The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Young lady, you have good taste. This is one my daughter embroidered over half a month. There's only one left." She decisively bought it.

Later in Shangri-La, she encountered an old lady selling Tibetan skirts. The skirts were made of deep red fabric and embroidered with large auspicious knots. When Qiu Yingying tried them on, the hem of the skirt swept to the ground, and the bells jingled. Of course, she bought them anyway. Qiu Yingying was not short of money, so buying some clothes was nothing. After her rebirth, the system always gave her clothes, and she didn't have much room to use her money.

The road to Shangri-La was quite long. Qiu Yingying slept on Meng Yanchen's shoulder the whole way. When she woke up, she found his coat covering her, while he was only wearing a thin sweater. "Aren't you cold?" she asked, quickly handing the coat back to him. He shook his head. "I'm very strong."

As they approached, Qiu Yingying looked out the window and saw the distant snow-capped mountains covered in a thick blanket, and the yaks on the grassland grazing leisurely, looking incredibly clean.

We didn't rush to see any tourist attractions in Shangri-La, just strolled around at a leisurely pace. When we went to the prayer wheel in Dukezong Ancient Town, that thing was really big. Qiu Yingying couldn't push it, so Meng Yanchen helped her. The two of them pushed it forward with all their might, and the copper bells rang far and wide. She laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

Hiking in Pudacuo, the air was filled with the scent of pine needles. The water in Shudu Lake was so clear that you could see the stones at the bottom. Qiu Yingying squatted by the lake watching the small fish, and Meng Yanchen stood next to her taking pictures of her. He took many pictures, some of her pouting as she fed the fish, and some of her hair being blown around by the wind. Every picture made her look silly, but she seemed quite happy looking at them.

She tried all sorts of food. The first time she drank butter tea, she found it too salty and hard to swallow. Meng Yanchen said that she would get used to it after drinking a few more sips. She tried it and actually found it quite fragrant.

The Tibetan pork was roasted until crispy, and when dipped in salt and pepper, it was so fragrant that you could lick the plate clean. There was also tsampa, which we learned to eat with our hands from the old lady, making our hands all over. Meng Yanchen smiled and handed her a tissue, then grabbed a handful himself, his face covered in powder.

While browsing the market, Qiu Yingying went on a shopping spree. She grabbed two large bags of rye beef jerky, saying she wanted to share it with her friends; she bought many bottles of matsutake mushroom sauce, thinking of getting a couple for her parents as well; she also picked out two rye scarves, a dark gray one for her father and a burgundy one for her mother, which felt soft and warm. Meng Yanchen followed closely behind, not objecting to anything she picked out, carrying the bags and following behind her like a follower.

Along the way, the two seemed to be developing a better understanding. As soon as Qiu Yingying mentioned what she wanted to eat, Meng Yanchen would already beckon the owner; before she could even say she was tired, he would have already found a place to rest.

When they were taking pictures, he had already pressed the shutter before she could even strike a pose. Qiu Yingying had also figured out his temperament; knowing that he didn't like crowded places, she would deliberately avoid popular tourist attractions; knowing that he didn't like his food too spicy, she would specifically tell the owner to put less chili in his order.

That evening at the guesthouse, sitting in the courtyard, Qiu Yingying chattered on and on about Ode to Joy, how Qu Xiaoxiao teased people, how Fan Shengmei took care of everyone, how Guan Juer was so serious, and how amazing Sister Andy was. Meng Yanchen listened, occasionally interjecting with a few words, talking about the places he had been on business trips and funny stories from his childhood. As they talked, Qiu Yingying would laugh and lean on his shoulder, feeling like they could talk forever.

It was the second-to-last day of the holiday, time to go back to Shanghai. Qiu Yingying was a little reluctant to leave. Sitting on the plane, she kept scrolling through the photos on her phone, looking at each one with a heavy heart, unwilling to delete any of them. Meng Yanchen sat next to her, watching her giggle foolishly while holding her phone, and reached out to ruffle her hair.

It was already evening when they returned to Shanghai. Meng Yanchen escorted her to the Joyful Song building, helped her carry several large boxes to the elevator, and repeatedly told her, "Don't unpack when you get back, rest first. It's not worth getting yourself exhausted." Qiu Yingying nodded in agreement, watched his car drive away, and then turned and went into 2202.

As soon as she pushed open the door, she heard Qu Xiaoxiao's loud voice: "Qiu Yingying! You're finally back!" Inside, Fan Shengmei and Guan Juer were both there, with fruit and snacks laid out on the coffee table, clearly waiting for her. "My goodness, did you bring all of Yunnan back with you?" Qu Xiaoxiao rushed over, her eyes wide as she stared at the bags in her hands. Fan Shengmei smiled and pulled her to sit down, "You must be exhausted from the journey, have some water first." Guan Juer also handed her a glass of warm water, "Yingying, did you have a good trip?"

Qiu Yingying took a sip of water, smiled, and started unpacking, stuffing the flower cakes and beef jerky into their hands: "Try them quickly, these flower cakes are freshly baked, still warm, and super fragrant! And this beef jerky, it won't get stuck in your teeth."

She then took out the gifts she had prepared for everyone: "Xiaoxiao, this Naxi bell, hang it on your bag and it will jingle as you walk, how stylish! Shengmei, this is a hand-woven silk handkerchief, the color suits you; Guanguan, this Dongba bookmark has 'Peace' on it, you can use it when you read; Andy's is here, it's high mountain snow tea, she likes to drink something light."

The sisters were all quite happy with their gifts. Qu Xiaoxiao, ringing a bell, suddenly raised an eyebrow at her: "Seriously, did your trip with President Meng work out? You're so smug, you can't hide it." Qiu Yingying blushed, didn't deny it, nodded, and couldn't help but smile. "Wow! Congratulations, Yingying!" Guan Juer said with a smile. Fan Shengmei was also happy for her: "That's great, seeing you happy makes us feel relieved."

As she spoke, Qu Xiaoxiao took out a small box from her bag. "Here, a gift for getting out of singlehood! I specially picked this out for you, a couple's bracelet, gold, so it's less likely to cause allergies." Fan Shengmei also took out an exquisitely packaged box. "I prepared a silk scarf for you, made of mulberry silk. You can wear it to work or on dates, and it goes perfectly with your new dress." Guan Juer handed over a small hand-woven bag. "Yingying, this is a peace knot I made myself, with a Hetian jade clasp. Hang it on your keys, and it will bless you and President Meng with a smooth and successful relationship."

Looking at the gift in her hand, Qiu Yingying felt a warm glow in her heart, and her eyes even welled up with tears. "Thank you," she sniffed, "You're all so kind." "Don't be so polite," Qu Xiaoxiao patted her shoulder, "Bring President Meng over next time, let us meet him and give you our opinion." Fan Shengmei nodded in agreement, "Yes, let us see what kind of person he is, making our Yingying so happy."

After chatting for a while, Qiu Yingying remembered what she wanted to bring for her parents. Carrying tea and a scarf, she said, "I'm going to visit my parents in the neighborhood across the street. I'll tell you all about the trip later." "Go ahead," her friends waved, "Remember to say hello to us for us."

When we arrived at my parents' house, my mother greeted us as soon as the door opened. "Yingying's back! Are you tired?" My father also came out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand. "Come in quickly, the food will be ready soon."

Qiu Yingying put the things on the table. "Mom, I brought you a wool scarf, it's so soft to the touch; Dad, this is ancient tree Yunnan black tea from Shangri-La, try some." Her mother took the scarf and touched it again and again, "It's so comfortable, my daughter really thinks of me."

At the dinner table, the chicken soup was steaming. Her father placed a chicken leg on her plate, saying, "Eat more, you've lost weight." Qiu Yingying ate her rice, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke up: "Dad, Mom, I have a boyfriend." Her parents paused, exchanged a glance, and her mother quickly asked, "Really? What kind of boy is he? Is he good to you?"

"He's a really nice person, very considerate. He took care of me the whole trip," Qiu Yingying said softly, her face slightly flushed. Her father nodded, took a sip of his drink, and said, "As long as he's good to you, that's enough. He has to be a decent person and live a down-to-earth life." Her mother took her hand, "Bring him back for dinner next time, let us meet him, and thank him for taking care of you." Qiu Yingying nodded vigorously, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart. She felt that everything was wonderful after this trip—she had a lover, family, and sisters; she was filled with happiness.