House Dad’s Literary Life

"Don't ask me when I can cross the mountains and rivers across the grasslands and come to your side... because that is today..." Lu Xiaoshu finally sang in deep affection and got applause from several guests in the coffee shop.

Yang Lan also smiled slightly and applauded them.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Lu Xiaoshu and Yan Chuan clasped their hands together and thanked the "listeners." There was still something wrong with it, and I was finally affirmed. They were a bit overjoyed, and the face of Qing Yan was filled with a happy smile.

"You sing very well!" A tender voice came in.

Lu Xiaoshu and Luan Chuan looked down and looked like a delicate little girl. The little girl in a spinning trousers with a long coat was lining people and shirts, bright and pretty. They knew that this was the boss's daughter, and they scratched their heads and smiled embarrassedly.

Can also be praised by children!

"Our family is rarely praised, indicating that your song is really well written! What is the name?" Yang Yan licked his daughter's hair with pain and raised his head and asked.

I felt that I was praised by my father in the presence of an outsider. I was happy and shy, giggling, pulling down my father’s big hand and turning away. Otaru followed the squatting step by step.

I had just curiously drilled into the bar, and the little gray ears that smashed the legs of Yang Lan’s trousers turned. It heard the movement, and quickly ran out of the calf and rushed to catch up with the friends.

"This song is called "I miss her in the winter in the north", written by Achuan." Lu Xiaoshu quickly replied.

"Ashu also participated in the composition. He arranged the music very strong. In the past, the company wanted him to make arrangements." Luanchuan also praised his companions.

Yang Hao gave them a cup of coffee and smiled slightly: "Oh, is it? Why not?"

Lu Xiaoshu said with some embarrassment: "I don't want to do only the arrangement of the arranger, I still prefer to sing."

"Well, your voice conditions are very good." Yang Lan nodded and said, "It is a pity to not sing."

In fact, Yang Lan still has some envy of Lu Xiaoshu's nephew. Basically, all the folk songs can sing, and they will sing no worse than the original singer! Just like "Miss Dong", many people will like to listen to the version of Zuo Li. The clean voice of young male singers is still more attractive than Uncle Sui!

"The problem is that it looks ugly." Lu Xiaoshu said helplessly. "I used to send a sample to the record company. They asked me to try it, but when I saw the real person, I shook my head and said that this face is not suitable for being a star..."

Indeed, Lu Xiaoshu is very ordinary, not particularly ugly, but definitely not handsome. In contrast, Yang Lan can be regarded as a masculine handsome guy in the past, and Lu Xiaoshu is not handsome in any era.

Suichuan is also similar, the two are estimated to be the same disease...

Yang Lan does not like to comfort adults. He feels that adults should have their own perseverance, but they still reluctantly say: "It doesn't matter, the road of music has never been flat, stick to your dreams, go on, I believe you will succeed!"

"Thank you!" Lu Xiaoshu and Xiaochuan nodded.

Yang Lan has already completed the work at hand. He has brought out two cups of coffee that are still white and hot: "Santas, I invite you, try it!"

St. Dos is more expensive than Mocha, Lu Xiaoshu stunned, but nodded in a free and easy way, smiled and said: "Well, thank you boss!"

"Right!" Yang Lan stopped them and smiled slightly. "I have an immature little suggestion about your previous song. Of course, if you feel that it is not right, you can ignore it. That is to consider the end of the song. A long string of sci-fi suspicions have been changed. I think that the clean two or three sound cycles will have a better effect."

This suggestion suddenly made Lu Xiaoshu and Luanchuan immersed in meditation. It really is two guys who like music and are obsessed with it. They have forgotten to respond to Yang Lan, and they are holding coffee to a deck and then facing each other. Sitting with a meditation.

Yang Lan shook his head and didn't care.

Over there, for a while, Lu Xiaoshu and Luanchuan came back to God.

"Achuan, it seems that the boss is quite reasonable." Lu Xiaoshu's finger hangs on the table, as if he is playing the strings.

"Well, it's not your fault. When I wrote it, I thought about the emotions behind it, so I had a bit of rock and roll." Suichuan nodded.

"Hey, drink coffee, don't stay cold." Lu Xiaoshu also helped Shigawa open the sugar bowl and add sugar. "But I was quite surprised. I didn't expect the boss to understand music so much. I don't know if I would write songs. I want to communicate with him!"

Now the store is releasing the album, and the wrap-around HIFI-class sound reflects the beautiful melodies of this pure music. Some guests are a little intoxicated and are not willing to go!

"Should it not?" Suichuan took a sip of coffee and his eyes lit up.

St. Domus's coffee tastes very good, bitterness and acidity are moderate, and Yang Lan is the most fresh coffee beans. After drinking, the lips and teeth are fragrant, as if there is a natural fragrance of lemon, grape, apple and other fruits!

Suichuan went on to say: "People who like to listen to songs don't necessarily write songs! But I think the boss is a person with a musical dream. He just encouraged us and said it very well!"

"Yeah!" Lu Xiaoshu was busy with coffee. He still knew a little about this thing. He couldn’t attend to talk.

......

In the evening, Yang Lan drove the car and carried the cockroach to pick up Murphy.

I haven't seen it for a few days, I miss it very much.

However, when Yang Yu’s deep-hearted money was paid to Murphy, Murphy couldn’t help but smile, then smiled and squatted on the floor and couldn’t stand up.

This can make Yang Xiao laugh inexplicably, he also touched his face, did not stick to rice?

"Is it a stomachache?" He couldn't help but look at his little head and looked at his mother, asking worriedly.

Where do they know? Murphy laughed there because she remembered the comic photo that Yang Lan sent to her this morning.

Still love your shape series, but this time the white villain squats on his ass, behind the **** is a heart shape: put a fart is the shape of your love!

In the morning, she smiled with Mo Xiaojuan and leaned forward, almost no laughter!

Connected to Murphy, Yang Lan is still as easy as before, so that she looks very beautiful, but at least she will not be recognized as Murphy.

"Hey, I still don't like Ma Ma!" Hey, at the end, he said with a small mouth, "Ma Ma looks good!"

Murphy gently raised his head, and looked at Yang Lan proudly. His eyes told him: "Look, this girl is still born with beauty, it looks good!"

Yang Lan looked at Murphy's eyes and remembered something. He opened the car's storage box and pulled out a pair of fine-eyed glasses that looked like ordinary myopia glasses. He hanged on Murphy: "Okay, so no one knows." Come out! I promise, even if you don't recognize Mo Xiaojuan standing in front of you!"

"A bit ugly, this glasses." Although it is flat, Murphy can't help but pick a lot.

"It is necessary to look sparsely ordinary! If you wear your exaggerated frog mirror, I am afraid to look back at you carefully and see if you are a star more people!" Yang Lan explained seriously.

Ok, straight man...