House Dad’s Literary Life

At the end of August, Murphy still has to go.

Packing up the luggage in the bedroom, Yang Lan helped Murphy stack the clothes, neatly coded in the trunk, both of them just bury their heads and work hard, no sound.

"Ma Ma, when are you coming back?" He reluctantly followed his mother, as if he was just like a follower.

"Ma Ma will go back to deal with some things, will come back later, I must send it to kindergarten to go to school!" Murphy turned around with a distressed heart, holding her daughter.

This time, I mainly want to explain the new album with Ling sister. They have prepared 12 songs. Ling sister is also the time to fulfill her promise and put Murphy’s new album preparation to the highest priority.

If you start to prepare for a new album, Murphy does not need to travel around the city, reducing the number of commercial performances and announcements, and preparing for the new album.

"When you come back, you don't want to leave, okay? You don't want to go." The little girl snorted and grievously said. When I think that my mother is not around, I feel very uncomfortable, and my big eyes begin to fill with tears.

Murphy glanced at Yang Lan subconsciously, and the wood was still bowing her head to help her pack her bags. She licked her mouth and continued to turn her head and comforted her.

Do not give up, still have to separate.

Mo Xiaojuan’s car came downstairs so early, Murphy was holding a donkey, and Yang’s suitcase was behind him. The two were silent, as if they had returned to the past.

But in fact, there is no, because when looking at each other, the eyes of each other are not indifferent to the past, but they will not hide, just want the other party to see their own strength.

"Sister husband, is not a life and death parting, Ann, I will take care of my sister!" Mo Xiaojuan opened the trunk, said with a smile.

Murphy and her daughter are just like the parting couples. Reluctantly, goodbye is very difficult. Murphy has made countless guarantees, and finally will be good.

Before finally getting on the bus, Murphy couldn't help it. She smacked her mouth and walked to Yang Lan in front of her. She gently kicked Yang's toe: "Hey, big wood, you have nothing." Want to tell me?"

Yang Lan scratched his head and sank, but said: "Take care of yourself, don't be too tired."

These concerns have made Murphy warm, but still feel not enough.

Of course, Murphy still understands Yang Lan’s personality and does not force him. I saw that Murphy reached out and pulled out the collar that Yang Hao had not spread out today, and folded it gently.

"Then I am leaving!" Murphy said, but still couldn't help but swear. "If you want to take care of your family at home, you should also bathe the cats more. Feed them cat food and water on time. Don't forget. It!"

Yang Hao nodded.

In the driver's seat, Mo Xiaojuan opened the window and looked at the two guys with gusto, with a smile in his eyes.

"And! Don't touch the flowers, keep a distance from the little girls!" Murphy gently bit his lower lip and bowed his head.

After that, she felt embarrassed and wanted to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, her hand was pulled and she was caught by a warm, rough hand.

Yang Lan grabbed Murphy and looked at her. For a few seconds, he took an envelope from his trouser pocket and gently placed it on Murphy's hand.

"What is this?" Murphy felt that his head was a little oxygen-deficient at that moment.

Yang Lan let go of his hand, a little unwilling to scratch his head: "A letter, this, you go back and see it!"

......

Murphy had forgotten how he got into the car and forgot whether he had to say goodbye to Yang Lan and, finally, in the passenger seat, she sat dumbly, looking at the envelope in her hand. .

"No? Sister, are you so useless? The brother-in-law is happy to write a love letter for you? Have you not received a love letter before?" Mo Xiaojuan’s jokes made Murphy return to God.

"Who said that I didn't? You Xiao Nizi, open your car!" Murphy blushes and screams.

She has been beautiful since she was a peek. She did receive a lot of love letters before, but she was out of school at a very young age, and there were not many days in school. The love letter she received was basically cleared by the agent at that time...

Besides, can someone else’s love letter be compared with Yang Lan’s?

While waiting for the traffic lights, Mo Xiaojuan also eagerly explored his head and said: "Look, sister, see what the brother-in-law wrote!"

Murphy quickly retracted the envelope in his hand: "Why don't you show it!"

"Is it so mysterious?" Mo Xiaojuan snorted and snorted. "But I can't stand you anymore. One is better than the other, obviously likes each other, and is not willing to take the initiative!"

"Where is it!" Murphy subconsciously retorted, and she immediately lowered her voice and said, "Which woman has opened it first!"

"I don't think my brother-in-law will speak, his character!" Mo Xiaojuan couldn't help but shake his head. "I really can't stand it. It's more wood than wood. How can I have a romantic romance? It's nice to write love songs! I can guarantee that. The letter that my brother-in-law wrote to you, there is absolutely nothing to be numb!"

"Wood also has the benefits of wood. What do you want to do with it? And..." Murphy couldn’t help but want to refute Yang Lan. She wanted to tell Mo Xiaojuan that Yang Hao said that she wanted to pursue herself and made a series of numbness. The thing of the dead.

But Murphy is afraid that it is exactly the same as what Mo Xiaojuan said. What if Yang Lan said in the letter is only a sparse and ordinary thing, then what should I do? Isn't it very shameful?

Murphy still couldn't help but take the letter apart and wanted to see what was inside.

But after taking out the white letter inside, after opening it, Murphy couldn’t help but stunned and stared for a long time.

"What did you write?" Mo Xiaojuan met a traffic light again. She stopped and asked.

Murphy's face was red, she hesitated, or handed the letter to Mo Xiaojuan, a little smug in her heart, although trying to cover up, but slightly tilted mouth is still revealed.

Mo Xiaojuan took it over and saw: "Hey, or poetry! Brother-in-law will write poetry?"

She read it out casually: "As long as you love each other once...

If you have never met

Maybe the mood will never be heavy

If it really misses

I am afraid that life will not be easy.

One look

It is enough to let the sea pass the hurricane

On barren land

Deeper understanding of the scenery

One trip

It is enough to marry a weak heart

Every look at the autumn water

I can’t wait for tears

How can you not die?

How can love be indifferent?

Just love each other once

It is a life without regrets. ”

This song, "Only Loved One Another," was written by Wang Guozhen, a famous poet and painter of Yang Lan. However, Yang Lan did not copy all of the latter half, but excerpted the positive side.

Mo Xiaojuan’s poetry is like a boiled water, plain and tasteless, and it does not reflect the charm of this poem. But it is no problem, on the letterhead, Yang Hao's simple and elegant pen and small characters have already reflected the delicate emotions in the poem.

"My God, my brother-in-law really wrote a love letter, and it is still a love poem!" Mo Xiaojuan finished reading and exclaimed.

Murphy wants to laugh, but she doesn't want to be too smug. She snorted and pretended not to care. "I just wrote a poem. What a strange thing! I was not so easy to be a poem." Deceived!"

"On a poem? Hey! You are now letting the boys who will only send flowers and talk about the numbness, see who has my brother-in-law?" Mo Xiaojuan has turned down.

"As long as you love each other once, there is no regrets in life." Mo Xiaojuan repeated the last sentence, and couldn't help but grin. "Oh, I took back the words, my brother-in-law is not a wood man, he is dead!"

"Okay, okay! Don't watch, it's driving!" Murphy grabbed the letter back, carefully folded it, put it back in the envelope, and carefully put it in his bag, for fear of folding, "breakfast Have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, I will call Zhu Xi and let her prepare you for porridge."

"Don't eat." Mo Xiaojuan drove the car and said with anger, "I was fed by your dog food!"