House Dad’s Literary Life

Coffee is beautiful? Murphy was unheard of. After she closed her tail, she stood up from the stool.

"This cup of coffee is specially adjusted for you." Yang Lan held a tray in his hand and pointed to the coffee already on the small table, smiling slightly.

Murphy saw, in the white smooth coffee cup, the light brown coffee is about to overflow, and the more eye-catching is the foaming foam floating above, layer by layer, like the ripples of the lake, but it is condensed. Beautiful heart shape!

A big heart, almost filled the coffee cup!

"How did this come out!" Murphy was the first time she saw coffee and could play like this. It seems that no one in the world really thought about making milk bubbles to play on the coffee!

"It is the milk that makes the milk foam, and then..." Yang Lan explained, and both hands gestured. He didn't know that Murphy didn't care about the process of making it. She just asked for a surprise.

However, I was very supportive. The little girl held the bottle in her arms and forgot to drink. Two big eyes looked at Dad with admiration and couldn’t help but marvel: "It's amazing!"

Murphy snorted and looked at Yang Lan seriously, but his heart was happy but he did not want to admit it. He secretly said: "There are so many tricks, not too numb! Hey, I don’t converge in front of you, I am all too I'm sorry!"

"I want to drink too, oh, can you drink a little?" Just drink a little!" Look at such a good-looking coffee, and think carefully and move. She is because she looks good and forgets the previous drink. The bitterness of coffee!

"Ask your mother! This cup of coffee belongs to your mother!" Yang Xiao smiled and shook her daughter's eyebrows.

Murphy is actually quite unwilling, and that heart is like art, where is it to be destroyed?

"I haven't had a drink yet!" Murphy whispered, only Yang Lan could hear it.

But where is Murphy's selfish mother? I saw that she hesitated a little, but still couldn't stand the pitiful little eyes of her daughter, and the small appearance of pleading with the small table. She reached out and moved the coffee cup to her daughter.

"Well, you can only taste it! Children can't drink coffee," Murphy said.

"Hey, let's taste it!" smirked and smiled. She stretched out her slender index finger and played a playful gesture.

However, he made a small mouth and took a sip on the edge of the cup. Suddenly, the little girl’s brow smashed again.

"Oh...not good! It’s hard..." The top of his mouth was still covered with milk foam, as if he had a white beard, very funny, especially with a small face, the little girl was pitiful and funny. Look like Yang Hao and Murphy amused.

This cup of cappuccino is actually not particularly bitter. After all, Yang Lan added milk and added sugar, according to the taste of Murphy! But who made it a painful experience to drink plain coffee before? The bitter taste that bloomed on the tongue awakened the memory of the time...

曦曦 曦曦 曦曦 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和 和

"It's obviously what you want to drink!" Yang Lan wanted to pinch the nose of the little girl who had been owed to her father. She was dexterously evasive, and then smirked as she drank her sweet milk.

I didn't drink coffee, but she took a sip, but it destroyed the shape of the original milk foam, the heart was twisted, and there was a sharpening.

Murphy looked helpless, but could not complain about her daughter!

However, the coffee is still very good, Murphy took a sip, the thick milk taste dilutes the bitterness of the coffee, and the aftertaste seems to have some sweetness immersed in the heart.

When he ran to play, Yang Lan turned his head and looked at Murphy. He smiled and said, "How? Good?"

Murphy did not deliberately depreciate, she gently nodded and said: "Good, add some milk and then slumber."

"The next time I will give you milk!" Yang Lan remembered his notes in his heart.

......

"Which of these twelve songs do you like the most?"

Between the two people, it was better to talk about music. Yang Lan stood on the side of the shelf and listened to Murphy playing the piano. The two also chatted without a ride.

"Which one do you like the most?" Murphy asked.

Yang Lan scratched his head and pretended not to care very much: "My Songs."

Of course, I like this one most, which is in line with his experience with Murphy!

"It's actually this one! Then guess what I like the most?" Murphy asked.

"Hey... "My Songs"?" Yang Lan said with full expectation.

"I said that I actually did. Do you still think that I like this song most?" Murphy groaned. He turned his head and looked at Yang Lan's eyes as if to say: Are you an idiot?

Because I knew that "Mu Zi Ang" wrote songs for people he liked, Murphy didn't go to himself and Yang Lan's story.

Yang Hao himself is still somewhat lost. He also hopes that Murphy likes the song he deliberately picks out for her!

"My favorite is the "Sighing Sigh"!" Murphy gave an unexpected answer. (Note 1)

""Small sigh"? You actually like this song? Is this song not a bit challenging for you?" Yang Lan asked in surprise.

Yeah, this song is basically similar to poetry, long lyrics, rhyming sentences, and simple and clear melody. Even those who don’t know the singing skills can sing this song very much. Nice!

"Because the lyrics of this song are well written!" Murphy said with emotion. "I have never seen such antique lyrics. Yes, you told me what Chinese style!"

"Look at this sentence, 'self-deprecating ink, sorrowful grievances, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows Murphy also said in some words.

That said, it makes sense!

The reason why Yang Lan likes this song is that he feels that his lyrics are well written. Hearing as if he can see the fluttering white snow, he interprets a period of love and hatred, but he is overwhelmed by time.

"I prefer this kind of melody to the songs that sing emotionally with skill, but the lyrics are profound songs!" Murphy said, and she was also interested to prepare to play a song and sing to Yang Lan. .

But at this time, I ran over and cried, "Hey, hey! There is a strange grandfather at the door!"

(Note 1, the original sing of "Slowing Sigh" is Hu Ge, but the female version is quite nice. If you are interested, you can go to the cloud music to search the version of Xu Wei.)