Chapter 728

Outside the window, there are already many ferries carrying passengers to visit the beautiful scenery of the Huangpu River. By the river, all kinds of street lights light up people's way and provide them with a way to find their way home.

On the spacious road, a senior black car was driving slowly. The driver in the car was Lancang. He finished his shift and drove home.

Lancang's face is full of calm expression. He quietly watches the road conditions in front and behind the car to prevent traffic accidents.

At this time, Lancang looked at the clock on his wrist, which showed exactly ten o'clock. Evening radio programs are playing in the car, which is Lancang's habit, that is, listening to evening radio programs.

The radio station is broadcasting content about love. For Lancang, he does not exclude himself from doing such things. Under his cold face and seemingly indifferent heart, what is hidden is perhaps the softest part of him.

The clean and beautiful voice of a woman in the radio is slowly ringing, which is one of the reasons why Lancang likes to listen to this radio station.

"In the vast sea of people, we often want to find the person who is really suitable for us. Maybe he or she is right beside us. At a certain moment, when we meet that rainbow like person, everything else will become the past

Listening to the radio host said these words, I don't know why, Lancang's face appeared a subtle smile, the corners of his mouth raised a slight radian, the cold eyes in his eyes seemed to be softened by the radio host.

Next is the part of the audience's call. At this time, due to the red light, Lancang's car temporarily stopped at a junction on the way back to the huge villa. He seemed to listen carefully to the call from the audience.

"Next, we'll connect Ms. Liu who was chosen by us." After a short beep, the connected person seems to be connected, "Hello, Ms. Liu, this is..."

The last thing Lancang wants to hear every time is the boring part of the audience calls, because he doesn't like to pay attention to other people's lives, and living his own life is Lancang's motto.

Boring audience call link is not over, and the red light of this intersection is very long compared with other intersections.

Lancang's face gradually appeared a trace of impatience. It seemed that he was a little anxious and didn't pay much attention to the content of the radio station.

"Hello, Ms. Fang. We... " It sounds like the radio audience is next.

"Ms. Fang?" Hearing these three words, the impatient expression on Lancang's face immediately disappeared, and then the curious expression filled his whole handsome and cold face.

Lancang immediately became interested in listening to the radio again. This lady Fang strongly attracted his attention. In Lancang's heart, people similar to Nie Jingjing would be noticed.

"Ms. Fang, what questions do you want to ask our radio station, or what do you want to communicate with us or our audience friends?"

"What I want to ask is, do you have any experience in how to keep love fresh?" Through the radio, the voice of a husky woman comes to Lancang's ears. At this moment, he seems to think of something.

This lady's voice is so familiar that it's impossible. I remember Nie Jingjing didn't have the habit of listening to the radio late at night.

"As for Ms. Fang, in fact, love is a matter of two people. When one party's enthusiasm for the love between two people becomes weak, then it's time to carry out timely remedy. If we wait until... "

The voice in the radio station is ringing in Lancang's ear one after another, but it seems that he can't hear it. All this has become almost nothingness in his eyes.

Why do you suddenly think of her? Maybe it's the end that should be cut off between the two people. There are still remnants of the end.

It's often said that it's hard to forget someone. If you can't, you should always remember those unforgettable things. This may be a good way to forget memories. Gradually, those things you remember will be forgotten.

The most painful thing in the world is the destruction of the warmth of the soul like "I love you, but I can't say". Love a person, but I can't say it. How heartbreaking and painful it is.

Thinking, Lancang conveniently turned off the radio. At this time, the red light turned to green, and then he sped up.

I don't know why, this evening, the audience of the radio station called the program for such a long time that when Lancang was about to drive his car to such a big villa, what he heard was still about the audience's call.

About ten minutes later, a private car came to a stop at the gate of the villa, which was the one that Lancang was driving.

It's strange that uncle Qin didn't come out to meet Lancang and his private car today. Lancang sat in his car and quietly listened to the audience's call program on the radio.

"Ms. Fang, have you ever loved someone deeply?" The voice of the host came slowly from the radio station.For Lancang, listening to the radio is a good enjoyment, even more than the pleasure of indulging in work. Lancang thinks that listening to the radio is not because it can reveal to him how many useful things, what really fascinates him is that the atmosphere inside the radio makes him feel a beautiful sense of quiet.

There was a short silence in the radio station. It seemed that the audience there didn't answer the radio host's question for a moment.

About ten seconds later, a human voice came back from the radio.

"Yes, I once really loved someone deeply, but..." The audience's tone is full of calm, but it seems to contain a little regret.

The radio host didn't seem to notice the regret in the audience's words, but Lancang felt it. A small change appeared on his cold face, as if he had heard something that touched his heart.

"It seems that Ms. fang had an unforgettable love experience."

Lancang's heart can't help but clattering for a while, unforgettable love story, she has, then I have? Lancang asked himself silently in his heart.

In his more than 20 years of life, Lancang may have forgotten the love experience he once had, which he thought was worth cherishing.

A subtle smile appeared in the corner of Lancang's mouth, and the echo of the past seemed to ring in his mind. Maybe it was yesterday, maybe it was many years ago.

Time in the shallow walk, the past is all nearly naked from the bottom of my heart, the deepest surface, exposed in the mind.