It was a complete accident that Song Mingcheng and Tang Liyun were able to appear on the Bund today. Today, Song Mingcheng's colleague's son got married. After drinking the wedding at the Xinjing Hotel, not far from the Bund, they were about three kilometers away, and they were just taking a walk after dinner to eat.

Starting from the Bar Street at Shiliupu Wharf, heading north, there are many pedestrians on the road and laughter, which makes the sleeping Huangpu River more peaceful and sweet.

The Jinmao Building in the distance and the newly-capped Global Financial Center are like two tall giants. Song Mingcheng couldn't help but admire the rapid development of the city. This largest city in China is like young people constantly traveling on the road, exuding its vitality and vitality. This makes us feel proud of being one of the 20 million residents of this city.

Today belongs to young people, and also to anyone who has love in their hearts.

Song Mingcheng did not let the young man compete. When Tang Liyun was passing by the little girl selling flowers, he spent ten yuan to buy a red rose and gave it to his wife, who looked rosy because of drinking. Song Mingcheng held Tang Liyun's hands, but it was still as soft as he remembered.

"You are so beautiful today." Song Mingcheng looked at Tang Liyun and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Silly." Tang Liyun pulled her hand back, touched her slightly hot cheek and sighed: "I'm still old, and in a blink of an eye, Ranran is about to graduate from college this year."

As the saying goes, a young couple is accompanied in old age, and they meet each other in a tiny way. Until now, Song Mingcheng still remembers the first time he saw her, he was wearing a white quilted shirt, a red and white square long skirt, and two braids hanging down from his ears. At that time, he was just looking at her stupidly, but she took the initiative to say the first sentence to herself, "Silly".

Unexpectedly, the two have been holding hands for more than 20 years. Although there have been quarrels and cold wars, they are more sweet and mutual support. Their relationship is no longer just love, but a kind of plain harmony. Song Mingcheng bent his arms, Tang Liyun naturally held them, and then leaned against Song Mingcheng slightly. This is already a habit, a normal life, and there is no need for passion, but a need for holding hands and growing old together.

Although he is a civil servant of the tax bureau, he usually receives people from all walks of life seriously. Song Mingcheng also has his own literary and artistic hobbies. Among them, Xiangjiang's beyond band is his favorite, and such a song that made him extremely familiar with was heard among the group of people in front.

"I like you, those eyes are moving..."

Although he was unable to squeeze into the inner circle, Song Mingcheng, who was standing in the outer circle, could also follow the crowd and echoed. The five-tone was not enough to hide his love for this song. After the song ended, he also shouted with the people around him: Let's have another song.

Unexpectedly, what came from inside was a new song, one that had never heard of the tune but was like this. With the melodious and melodious guitar sound, Song Mingcheng found that this song was really good. Although the accompaniment of this song was only guitar, the singer could clearly convey the lyrics to the ears of every live audience.

"Are two people enough to capture the lens of love, close their eyes and remember your smile, and happily emptiate their souls, enjoy a minute of touching."

When we fell in love with someone, it might be just an illusion formed by the secretion of dopamine, which is a throbbing. However, turning this love into happiness, hidden deep in our souls, and enjoying every minute and every second of our feelings is to support each other, and this is a feeling of obsession.

This song is not only Song Mingcheng, but also Tang Liyun is very interested in the singer of this song because she didn't know who called "Qin Yu" when she heard it.

During this period, she has been paying attention to the name Qin Yu. Even she has watched the Shanghai Spring Festival Gala repeatedly. She has rarely paid attention to entertainment news and often has no introduction to Qin Yu.

After a period of understanding, she gradually outlined the general outline of Qin Yu's personality in her mind. She is quite handsome and should have some background. Otherwise, how could she have taken on so many popular films and TV series just over a year after her debut? And her grades should be good. On the official website of the Central Academy of Drama, Tang Liyun also found that his graduation thesis was commended by the school and included in the school library. She is also quite dedicated to filming. Even in the interview with Li Youbin, she specially praised Qin Yu in "Art Life".

However, these are not what Tang Liyun wants to know. What Tang Liyun wants to know most now is how good his character is? How well did he have a girlfriend? How much did the two date? Are they serious about Song Ran? Even at the wedding banquet today, Tang Liyun was thinking about whether the one standing next to her would be this kid standing next to her. So when the people in the circle called the name "Qin Yu", Tang Liyun wanted to squeeze in, but Song Mingcheng couldn't even hold it.

"I just said it was Qin Yu, probably I heard it wrong." After the crowd dispersed, Tang Liyun didn't see Qin Yu, and said to himself to Song Mingcheng with a somewhat unstable expression.

Only Song Mingcheng knew that his wife was not wrong. The one who was pulled away by Song Ran just now was Qin Yu. But how could these two children come to Shanghai? Why didn’t they go home when they arrived in Shanghai?

This question continued until I returned home. Song Mingcheng sat on the sofa and wandered for a while, but still couldn't help but say to Tang Liyun: "I seemed to see Ranran in Chen Yi Square just now."

"What?" Tang Liyun, who had just finished washing up, screamed in surprise when she heard Song Mingcheng's words: "Did you see Ranran? Isn't this girl in school? You can't read it wrong."

"It's right. The boy who left with her should be Qin Yu. The singing we heard in the square should be him."

"This girl is becoming more and more disobedient now. When she comes back to Shanghai, she doesn't even enter the house and spends the night with other men. No, I want to call her to ask her."

After hearing Song Mingcheng's words, Tang Liyun reached out and picked up the phone on the coffee table and was about to call Song Ran, but Song Mingcheng held it down: "What are you doing? It's not appropriate to call now."

"Why is it not suitable? She is becoming more and more arrogant now. She just stays outside at night and doesn't even say anything to her home. Should she ignore her? "

When Song Mingcheng heard his wife's words, he felt a little irritated, but then his reason suppressed this anxiety: "Ranran is already twenty-three years old this year and is already an adult. We must respect her choice."

"But she is a girl, shouldn't she be more respectful?" Tang Liyun looked at the phone being held down and reached out to take her cell phone.

"Stop, stop." Song Mingcheng looked at Tang Liyun, who was about to get angry again, pulled her to sit on the sofa, reached out and pressed her down, allowing her to calm her mind: "Although I am not very comfortable, my daughter seems to have grown up overnight and is about to leave us. But do you remember what we communicated before, and we have no right to interfere with or obstruct Ranran's love."

"We can not interfere, but at least we should give some advice, at least we should give her some advice."

Song Mingcheng said: "Ranran should have seen me. If she made a decision, she would contact us instead of thinking that I didn't see it. So we have to believe in our daughter, she has grown up. And today is Valentine's Day. If we destroy her love today, we are afraid that she will hold a grudge against us."

"But I'm afraid she will be hurt." Tang Liyun put her phone back on the coffee table and leaned against the back of the sofa. Even the whimpering sound of the ball at her feet was unreasonable.

"Oh, why am I?" Song Mingcheng sighed: "For Ranran, love is rare, and life is also the child's own. She has to taste the ups and downs of the past and downs by herself before she can know the taste. If we all arranged it for her, what's the point? Who can say that her own choice would be wrong?"

"Oh, the girl has grown up."

The two of them sat on the sofa and were struggling for a long time. The phone rang and it was Song Ran called: "Dad, mom, I will take Qin Yu home for dinner tomorrow night... I will sign a contract with the World Expo organizing committee tomorrow morning, afraid that there will be too late..."
Chapter completed!