House Dad’s Literary Life

Yang Lan’s request was very abrupt, and the old man looked at the bronzed muscles on Yang’s arm with a strange look.

Such a guy can play the guitar?

In the mind of the old man, there was a picture of the cows chewing a peony-like inconsistency...

"Hey, you can try it." Hu Minnan still nodded very well, and did not refuse because of his prejudice.

Yang Lan took the guitar and sat on the chair opposite the father. The guitar rested on his right foot and gently plucked the strings and tried the audition.

"Oh..." The deep, deep bass, resonated through the case, clearly conveyed.

Yang Lan’s ears moved slightly, and his expression became a bit strange. Then he tried a few notes.

"Professor Hu, your guitar, not a product!" Yang Hao finally raised his head and said to the father a little surprised.

Hu Minan was stunned. He shook his hand and pointed to a beetle-like engraving at the end of the guitar case. He asked incredibly: "You don't recognize this sign?"

"Is it still a brand name?" Yang Hao looked at it and shook his head.

Of course, he does not recognize that the predecessor's musical instrument brand does not exist in this world, and this world's musical instrument brand? Just kidding, I haven't read a few years at all, and the predecessors without music cells can still know it!

The old man almost turned his eyes and reluctantly gasped, and he calmed down this depression.

"Brown_Beetle, this is the old factory of the German country, a limited edition of the classical guitar produced in 1970!" Father told the young man with a beard and blink of an eye. "The old man, I spent the time of the boss, bought it from a businessman!" ”

Well, listening to Hu Minnan’s description, it seems to be very powerful... It feels like Steinway in the guitar world!

However, Yang Lan’s past life also likes to play folk guitars, so the classical guitar, which is known as the world’s three major instruments, is good, and Yang Lan does not have deep feelings.

Besides, compared to the guitar, Yang Lan likes the violin more, that is his favorite - pour a glass of red wine, order a candle, one person pulls the violin, and the pair becomes a double...

Pulling a bit far, Yang Lan began his performance unchangeable.

When the broken guitar strings merged into a low, melodious prelude, they looked curiously at Yang Lan’s Hu Yannan, who frowned slightly.

This melody?

He has not heard it, this is still normal. After all, Hu Minnan teaches classical music, and pop music may not be all-inclusive.

However, Yang Lan’s performance has given him a different feeling.

Very beautiful, very smooth, not like the game of the unknown generation!

I saw the father's body leaning forward slightly, and he listened carefully.

Some faint sorrowful melody lasted for more than ten seconds, and gradually opened the curtain. Yang Hao's fingers gently hooked the strings and began to sing.

"I came to your city,

Walk through the road when you came..."

Yes, it’s been a long time since Eason’s, a song that Yang Hao liked in his previous life!

Of course, Yang Lan’s voice can’t be as empty as the Eason.

However, Yang Lan’s voice is not bad. His bass is very thick and has an inexplicable influence, which spreads the sad emotion in the listener’s heart.

"Imagine the days without me,

What kind of loneliness will you be..."

The melody in front was still very dull, but the old man listened very seriously.

Finally, the mood of this song ushered in a small outbreak.

"Hold the photo you gave,

The street that is familiar,

Just missing your picture,

We can't get back to that day..."

Yang Lan sang very affectionately, unconsciously, brought the original Yang Lan, facing the complex emotions of Murphy.

However, he did not notice that the old man sitting opposite him shook his body slightly.

The lyrics of "just not have your picture", as if the memory of the old man's love, suddenly turned over.

"Would you suddenly appear,

At the corner of the coffee shop,

I will smile and wave my hand.

Sit and chat with you..."

Yang Lan finally sang the source of his coffee shop name, but this did not attract the attention of the father.

From time to time, let him touch the lyrics, sad as if the air is dyed blue melody, the father's eyes are wet.

In the hustle and bustle, he seemed to see his wife in front of the unsettled flowerbed, raised his head, waved at him and smiled at him.

"How much I want to see you,

Look at your recent changes,

No longer talking about the past, just chilling,

Say to you, just say one,

long time no see......"

In the past, Yang Lan did not understand love. The predecessor of this world did not understand it. However, I don’t know why, when he sang this song, his mind was full of Murphy’s back.

I don't know why, he sang this song to the mood, especially in the second time, he almost sang and burst into tears, almost hard to extricate himself.

NND, he didn't want to talk to anyone who said "Long time no see"!

If you want to say it, then you can barely count one, but it is not emotional!

Soon, how did you become so sentimental?

Yang Lan hangs his head and closes his eyes. He still plays the strings on his hands and plays the faint ending, but his heart is despising himself.

When Yang Lan looked up, he saw the father who was squinting and tidying his emotions.

Unlike Yang Lan, whose mood swings quickly become like nothing, the old man is not so easy to hide his sadness, but he also loves his face, perhaps because he is a teacher and is used to maintaining his dignity.

"Cough!" Hu Yan looked at Yang Lan slyly, his voice was slightly hoarse, and the influence of mood swings was still there. "This song of Xiaoyou is written in love, the melody is simple but deep, and the words are plain but affectionate. How did you not see it before?"

Father is shifting the topic, he is afraid that his vulnerability will be exposed by Yang Lan.

Yang Lan can see that he did not break, but said in the words of his father: "Because there is no such plan, this song is written for me. My first love, too many negative emotions.... .."

Yang Yu’s first love, of course, is Murphy. Although it is an excuse to cover up, it is obvious that the predecessor has a prejudice against this Murphy, but there is still a feeling in the depths of the heart, so it is written for Murphy. There is nothing wrong with it.

However, Murphy’s identity is quite special. Yang Lan feels that Murphy is not suitable for his girlfriend and wife. His ex-wife is even more involved. It is better to use the word first love to locate.

At least including the previous life, Murphy is the first woman Yang Hao likes!

However, the old man was not satisfied with Yang Lan. He said with a beard and a wink: "How can this be said to be a negative emotion? This is called deep love! You have reduced your love for the person you love." ?"

"From your song, you can hear that you have a deep feeling for your first love. Even if you emphasize it again and again, it’s just a cold, just a long time no see, but you ask yourself, do you still want her to Come back, still hope that you can start again?"

In Yang Xiaoran's expression, the old man hated the iron and criticized Yang Hao, from his concept of love, to the lyric structure of this song, hidden emotions, without stopping for half an hour!

The original intention of the old man, I still hope that Yang Lan can not regret, and bravely pursue the past love.

However, Yang Lan can only nod in a smile.

What a ghost love! This so-called first love, afraid is just unrequited love. This is really a lie that I have compiled, and I can only bear it with my scalp.

However, what is unexpected is that the appearance of Yang Hao’s “good luck” has been recognized by the father.

"I decided, I will rent my house to you." The old man took a slap in the face of Yang Lan and said, "But promise me, you must take it with you."

Hu Yinan’s eyes are a bit stunned, mixed with disappointment, but with obvious firmness.

Yang Lan did not know that his song, once sang, the father broke the decision to leave.

However, the old man finally wanted to understand, his wife is not gone, she just looked at herself from afar, waiting for her reunion after a hundred years.

Perhaps the emergence of Yang Lan is also her arrangement in the dark?

My wife still hopes that I can have a happy old age with my children and grandchildren.

Then, please ask the person designated by this wife to take good care of this small building that carries the past!

Eight years, I haven't seen you for a long time...

How many years still? Can you see me again? Maybe, not long after...