House Dad’s Literary Life

In the New Year's Eve, it is natural to have a mutual telephone greeting between friends and relatives. In this respect, Yang Lan and Murphy are not very active. They just call their parents, and the rest are greetings from friends. But even so, the phone was ringing for a night, and the phone was in constant stream.

Last year, because there was no signal in the country, I escaped a catastrophe. This year, Yang Lan is not so lucky!

Not only friends, but also a lot of work partners, especially the stalls of Yang Lan’s various businesses last year, and the top executives of various companies have also called the bosses, such as Xiao Ai, Lu Benjie, and even far away. Yangcheng, Li Long, the head of the Sahara Express, and so on.

Yang Lan saw that the phone was not finished, and he couldn't spend time with his family to have a New Year's Eve. In the sneer of Murphy's cover, he simply shut down the phone and threw it aside.

However, there are two phones that are worth mentioning.

One is Guo Ziyi’s call. The little fat man knows that Yang Lan has not returned to his hometown for the Spring Festival. He is excited to call and tell Yang Hao that tomorrow, that is, the New Year’s Day will host a New Year’s event at the Municipal Square in front of the Jiangcheng Government. There are various fun projects such as riddles, lion dance dragons, etc., I want to invite the Yang Lan family to play together.

Another phone call was made by Chen Yujie. After he had finished his year, he asked Yang Lan whether he had watched the Spring Festival Evening, and then mysteriously let Yang Lan at 10:20, never change channels.

"This guy is definitely invited to go to the Spring Festival!" Yang Xiao said with a smile to Murphy, "I just don't know which song he wants to sing."

"I think it should be "stable happiness"." Murphy guessed, "eason called me specially, indicating that he wants to sing your song, and the song you wrote to him has only two Mandarin songs. "Long time no see" is a bit too sad, only this song is best for the theme of the Spring Festival."

"But isn't he the record that was released at the beginning of the month?" Yang said inexplicably. "The program for the Spring Festival Gala should not be confirmed a few months ago?"

Yang Lan not only knows about the Spring Festival Evening of this world, and even the entertainment circles of this world. Of course, the media also exposed the Spring Festival Evening program, but Yang Lan and Murphy did not pay attention.

Murphy is still a bit acquainted. She explained to Yang Lan: "It is indeed necessary to confirm all the programs before mid-December, but it is not only the old songs that will be on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala. The annual program group will receive one. The New Year’s Eve songs sent in batches, several of which will be selected for the songs sung in the spring evening.”

"So when we watch the Spring Festival Gala, we will find that some songs have not been heard. Similarly, although eason's songs have not been released, his songs may also be sent to the program by Tianxiang Records when the program is screened... ”

Of course, what song is it, Yang Lan and Murphy have to wait until ten o'clock to know.

Have to say that the Spring Festival Evening of this world is still very exciting!

Due to the perfect copyright protection, the entertainment circle of this world is more competitive and cruel. The highest-rated Spring Festival Evening has certainly become the best-known opportunity. Except for Yang Lan and Murphy, I am afraid that every artist will want to climb the stage of the Spring Festival Evening.

Therefore, whether it is singing and dancing, or drama essays, every program is carefully arranged, and the highlights and laughter are endless. The program that is so careful is naturally amazing!

Although it has not yet developed to create more spectacular programs with dazzling technical effects, each show contains a lot of memorable details.

Of course, it's not just the show, but also some small tidbits in the middle of the show. This Spring Festival Evening, there is also a link between the hosts to read the audience's wonderful reply. The host's response to the whisper is also interesting.

This wonderful reply, of course, is to intercept the comments of the netizens on the program and the speeches on the Spring Festival under the micro-broadcast of the Spring Festival Evening.

"Is this microcast not your company? You advertised in the Spring Festival Evening?" Murphy asked with amazement.

"Well, yes, implant advertising." Yang Hao almost forgot about this. Three months ago, Houlang Technology's ceo asked him to approve this large advertising budget. Yang Lan also praised their thoughts.

Although there are only two big, two small and four people to spend this Spring Festival, but Yang Lan they still live very warm.

In the bright light of the living room, Murphy squats in the arms of Yang Lan. The two chat while watching the Spring Festival Evening, while the little asleep who is already asleep lies in the baby shaker, and the breathable mosquito net covers him. Lived by the changing light and the voice of the adults, the little guy slept sweetly. Also, the little girl was sitting in the middle of her father and mother, but she couldn’t sit still, and then she followed the song and dance and sang and danced. After a while she ran to play with Xiaoyan and Baozi.

I don’t have the same feelings as my mom and dad. In addition to the song and dance programs, the children’s dances attract a lot of attention. Other dramas and art shows don’t understand.

After all, the ancient sings like the drama "Oh," and the humor of the comic dialogues are incomprehensible.

So when Mom and Dad laughed and leaned forward, they felt a little bored. Instead, she felt that it was more interesting to throw a small ball to the buns and the little sisters to chase them.

No, the cats, the dogs, and the cheerful laughter echoed in the house. The most important happiness of the Spring Festival was also spread in laughter.

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Late at night, the tired cockroaches fell asleep, Yang Lan holding the little girl to go upstairs to sleep, then went down with Murphy to continue watching the Spring Festival Evening.

I don't know how many programs have been played. Finally, the host announces that Chen Yujie’s subtitles appear on the screen!

"Stable Happiness"

Word/曲: Yang Wei...

Sure enough, "stable happiness"!

Murphy turned his head and looked at Yang Lan. There was a small smugness in his eyes, and his mouth twitched. He smiled and said, "You see, I guess, right?"

After all, Chen Yujie is a big-name player. He is one of the few artists who can sing alone. Although the whole song can only be sung once, there is no time to repeat the second time.

"One day, I began to feel happy from the plain days, I saw the distance from the plain, the happiness I want..." The charm of Chen Yujie’s singing is that he can sing the plain music of boiled water as much as the long-planned confession. The lyrics from the martyrdom contain intoxicating rhythms and mellow, rich emotions!

It wasn't the first time I listened to this song. Murphy squatted in Yang's arms, but felt that Yang Lan's lyrics sang into his own heart.

Happiness doesn't need to be magnificent, it doesn't need to be romantic, but it's simple and simple.

How is he so powerful? Write such a beautiful melody and delicate lyrics?

It seems that some hearts have a good heart, Murphy turned his head and looked at this excellent man who was fascinated by her. Yang Lan also just felt the happiness of hard-won, and looked down at Murphy. The two men's eyes blended together.

It is like water, and it is also a matter of course.

Yang Hao had no rehearsal, he lowered his head and gently covered Murphy's soft red lips.

"Oh..." Murphy gave a lazy breath, and his hands stretched out, gently grabbing Yang Lan’s head, his fingers inserted in Yang’s hair, as if she was worried that she would fall silently. .

How long have they been so intimate?

How many months? Nearly half a year?

In order not to slap Yang Lan, who has already endured hard work, Yang Lan does not want to hurt Murphy with a small shackle. The two of them did not have such close contact for a long time.

Even an occasional kiss is just a touch of the forehead, or just a little water on the lips...

At this moment, the two people who had been stunned for a long time, under the emotion, came a long, deep French wet kiss. Finally, Murphy was a little breathless, only to smile and separate the lips.

"Sorry, I almost want to rush to eat with the cockroach." Yang Xiao softly laughed and took his left hand back from Murphy's open front.

"It doesn't matter if you grab it or not! Anyway, he can't finish it." Murphy licked his lips and kissed him with some red lips.

"I still don't want to, I am afraid that I can't remember myself!" Yang Lan deliberately used the strange Cantonese-style Mandarin to adjust his voice.

Murphy smiled, but she didn't know why, her face was flushed, her eyes waved, and with a fascinating current, she saw her biting her lip and said softly: "You pamper me, I am I know, but people say that after giving birth, it will be six weeks later. We are now two months!"

"You mean?" Yang Yan's eyes lit up, clutching Murphy's hands and giggling.

"What? I said it? What do you want? Don't you watch the Spring Festival Gala?" Murphy's mouth was hard, but his eyes were filled with smiles.

"Where are you looking good in the Spring Festival Evening?" Yang Hao had to turn off the TV all at once, clutching his collar and stretching his arms, and his shirt was smashed down, revealing a strong chest muscle and abdominal muscles.

It looked like Murphy’s face was red, and she couldn’t help but scream: “Would you like to be in the living room?”

"Then, let's go upstairs!" Yang Lan hugged a princess of Murphy and rushed upstairs.

"Hey!"

"I know, I will settle you first, then hold him again..."

On New Year's Eve, the people all over the country are waiting for the countdown, but in the bedroom of these two guys...

It was turned red, smashed, and poetry: "The screams on both sides of the strait can’t stand, the heavy artillery has passed the Wanzhong Mountain..."