250 Raids: There's a girl next door

It's not cold when you get in the car.

The airport is more than an hour's drive away from the city, and Xiao Niannian was tired, so she fell asleep on Cheng Ningyou's lap as soon as she boarded the car.

Looking at the familiar land in City A, Cheng Ningyou felt lost, and there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

On the way, Cheng Yanke opened the CD, and the moving melody sounded.

A song by Rene Liu, 'Happiness is not a love song'.

At this moment you may feel like a knife is piercing your heart

Fortunately, no matter how painful it is, it will always heal

If it’s not too much love, how can we go deep

Fortunately, the setbacks in life are rewarded

All that you have sincerely paid will be worth it

But can't stop, only leave all the happiness

The fact that he was your choice alone is hard to come by.

No matter how reluctant you are, at least you tried your best

Happiness is not a love song, it is not a lesson

Sometimes there are endless tears and unexpected bitterness

Happiness is not a love song, it is not an occasional guest, it cannot be predicted

It's real and warms you every moment

I have also experienced your hesitation and pull

You are not an island, someone smiles at you

Some frequencies don't fit but also stay true to each other's personalities

How grateful are you for being together?

Happiness is not a love song, it is not a lesson

Sometimes there are endless tears and unexpected bitterness

Happiness is not a love song, it is not an occasional guest, it cannot be predicted

It's real and warms you every moment

The lyrics are over, but the melody continues, preparing for the second time.

Cheng Ningyou looked out of the window, and white street lamps flashed in front of his eyes.

Everything that has been paid is worthwhile. Fortunately, there is something to be gained if you give up.

Looking down at the little guy lying on his lap, if you give up, you get something. Few people can get the fish and the bear's paw together.

Happiness is really not a love song...

Jacky Cheung had a 'love song' long ago.

But love is not a few tears, a few love letters!

It still has a lot to do and can't.

This song is over, and the next one is Rene Liu's.

Her songs can always touch people's hearts, as if the lyrics are about yourself.

Withdrawing his thoughts, his eyes turned to Cheng Yanke, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he asked, "When did you like listening to CDs?"

In the past, apart from watching the news, he occasionally accompanied her or Lin Wei to watch movies at home, so he had no other hobbies.

Music, rarely listen to him.

Even the ringtone of his mobile phone is an old-fashioned song, and it has been used for a year or two, and she changed it for him.

Not seeing each other for five years, he really has changed a lot.

Cheng Yanke replied casually, "Anchor Pei left it in my car that day and forgot to take it."

"Mianmian?" Cheng Ningyou put one hand lazily on the car window to support his forehead, his lips curved into a smile that was not a smile.

Cheng Yanke gave a "hmm" and drove seriously.

Cheng Ningyou asked amusedly, "Have you been on her show?"

It seems that Pei Ruomian swore that he must be on the show.

After so many years, it should be successful.

Cheng Yanke shook his head, saying no.

In the past few years, he has done several magazine interviews, but he will not consider TV shows.

Keep a low profile so you don't get too tired.

Cheng Ningyou looked at Cheng Changke with admiration, "You are better than Pei Mochen."

Cheng Yanke looked back at Cheng Ningyou in surprise, "Huh?"

"It's nothing." Cheng Ningyou shook his head and looked out the window.

The winter night in City A seems to be extraordinarily beautiful.

In a high-end western restaurant, the lights are bright, and the seats are separated by transparent bead curtains.