House Dad’s Literary Life

"Help!" The little fat man screamed in tears, but no one came to save him!

After a while, he stopped the fake crying, shook his head, sighed, bent down, holding a heavy sofa, no, it should be said that the heavy single sofa, step by step into the store.

Yang Lan went over in front of Guo Ziyi and ignored his pitiful eyes.

Immediately, Yang Lan moved a larger sofa and walked in. After putting the sofa down, Yang Lan gently kicked a little fat man next to him like a dead pig.

"Get up, don't work, no food at noon!" Yang Lan threatened him with a thing that Guo Ziyi most cares about.

Guo Ziyi quickly picked up, and he whispered to Yang Lan to go outside and continue to carry.

"Yang Da Ge, I am the person who wants to take the test immediately. How can you bear to let me work instead of reviewing it?" His broken thoughts, like the insects in his ears, are uncomfortable.

Yang Lan didn't look at him, and he said coldly: "Are you not a genius? Still need to review?"

"Yes! Yes! To read a book, practice the performance..." Guo Ziyi ordered his head to be the same as the chicken.

"Oh, do you think I will believe?"

Yesterday, this guy moved over and played for a whole day. Yang Lan did not believe that this little fat man who likes to stroll to see the beautiful sister will have a thoughtful review.

"Cough, hello, which one is Mr. Yang Lan?" A voice accented outside the door interrupted the idea that Guo Ziyi wanted to struggle.

But Guo Ziyi was overjoyed. He took the initiative to leave his hands and greeted him: "He, my brother, he is Yang Lan, hello, welcome!"

Yang Lan also turned his head and looked at the past. He saw a man of medium build standing at the door. He was dressed very well. He was wearing a mask and a hat at noon, and he was not too flustered.

However, it seems that Murphy likes this too? Yang Lan couldn't help but think of the woman who had a bad temper but was very good.

"Auntie!" In a dance studio, Murphy, who is rehearsing the dance in the MV with the dance teacher, inexplicably sneezed. This also made Mo Xiaojuan worry for a while.

Back to the coffee shop, Guo Ziyi, who eagerly ran up to greet the guests, first discovered that it was wrong. He looked surprised and pointed at the other side. He shook his voice and said, "You, you, are you not Eason, Chen Yujie?"

Come here is Chen Yujie! In order to express his sincerity, he pushed down a notice and came over from Hong Kong to find Yang Lan.

After being recognized, Chen Yujie took off his hat and mask and smiled and nodded with Guo Ziyi: "Hello!"

Who is Chen Yujie? Yang Lan is still confused!

But Guo Ziyi was already shaking with excitement. He clutched Chen Yujie’s hand and shouted: “Eason, I am your loyal fan! You must sign my name.”

"Well, let's talk!" Chen Yujie was scared by the enthusiasm of this guy. Of course, there were more fanatic fans before, but it was under the protection of assistants and security. He smiled a little.

Yang Lan is on one side, and his mouth is a little pumped. He can't bear to expose the cheeky guy of Guo Ziyi. I don't know who it is. I also vowed yesterday that he is a loyal fan of Cao Fang.

Or Yang Lan gave Chen Yujie a break, then asked the other party to go upstairs to talk. As for Guo Ziyi, of course he was up and down, and finally he was relieved of labor. He almost didn't run at the forefront.

When Yang Lan gave them coffee, Chen Yujie explained what he wanted. Yang Lan just listened faintly, but Guo Ziyi actively talked.

"Hey, it was originally introduced by Professor Hu!"

"Professor Hu's son is your boss? Is it so powerful?"

"My brother will still write songs? Really fake?"

Guo Ziyi happily picked up Chen Yujie's mobile phone and let him play the song for himself. Yang Lan concentrated on brewing coffee, listening to his ears, but not making speeches.

"I came, your city..." With the accompaniment of the guitar and the murmur of the silk, Yang Lan’s voice finally came out. Although it was somewhat distorted, it was indeed the voice of Yang Lan.

Guo Zi was eager to look at Chen Yujie, Chen Yujie understood what he meant, and smiled bitterly: "This is the source of the download from the Copyright Society, which is non-destructive."

Don't say Guo Ziyi, when he was in Hong Kong, he listened to his father, and he heard a toothache.

But no way, who made this song so good? Just like gold mixed in the sand will be different. After listening to it, Chen Yujie decided to come and visit Yang Lan personally.

Of course, when I saw Yang Lan’s real life, Chen Yujie finally understood that he would laugh at him and see Yang Lan, don’t be surprised.

Because Yang Shuo's figure is not like a lyricist, it is more like a brick--just right, Yang Hao is just moving things.

However, after coming to the second floor, the embarrassing look of Yang Lan and the elegance between his gestures made Chen Haojie greatly improved.

Guo Ziyi was not easy to listen to the song, and finally couldn’t help himself. He asked the scorpion: "Brother, when you recorded this song, it would not be recorded on your mobile phone?"

Yang Lan came over with coffee. He calmly asked: "Well, what happened?"

Any questions? Yang Lan didn't feel any problem at all. He couldn't find a recording studio in the village in the city. He simply recorded a sound source with the high-end smart machine that Murphy gave him, and he found an Internet cafe to upload it.

"My big sister!" Guo Ziyi, a genius boy, actually uttered a Cantonese sentence. "You are too violent, so good songs, you have been recorded... Recorded as noise, you know? Don't forgive! ”

Yang Lan ignored him and only told Chen Jiejie to drink coffee.

Chen Yujie took the cup and took a sip. He was also a person who often drank coffee. He suddenly drew a different feeling: "Yang Sheng's coffee is a good drink! No wonder you want to open a coffee shop."

"My brother, he is cooking more powerful!" Guo Ziyi interjected.

After a while, Chen Yujie finally said what he wanted. He wanted to buy Yang Lan’s song and make a song for his new album.

Guo Ziyi screamed excitedly: "Really? Eason, are you going to release a new album? When is it out? I want to take my brother's song as a new album? Wow, it's developed!"

A lot of questions have been slammed by Chen Yujie. Fortunately, Yang Lan’s palms went up and pushed Guo Ziyi’s fat face away: “Sorry, don’t care about him.”

The matter is still to be discussed. Yang Lan is selling the song for the first time. He is curious and said: "Eason, what kind of price do you want to buy my song? I don't know much about the market."

I have never done business in my life. Now, at the beginning of the negotiations, Yang Lan stupidly exposed his weakness.

Guo Ziyi was anxious for him. He pulled hard and let Yang Lan go to him and whispered: "Brother, it is not like this. Moreover, if you don't understand the market, you can ask me! I understand! ”