House Dad’s Literary Life

This magical song comes from a magical comedy movie...

Sitting in the deck, Yang Lan couldn't open it, so he got up with his guitar, and the others followed him, and came to the middle of the coffee shop. Yang Lan sat on the small stool in front of the piano.

Because the thousands of miles of trees often come to the store to perform, so here are also equipped with two microphones, just as the sugar can come over to help Yang Hao adjust, a microphone aimed at the guitar, a microphone pointing to Yang Hao's mouth.

“Is this going to be performed?” There are several student guests in the coffee shop, two couples and three singles. They saw this scene and looked at them curiously.

This corner of the coffee shop often has performances, I did not expect that I can also hit it once, of course, not everyone can recognize the low-key Yang Lan.

It was a girl from the classical music school who looked strangely at Hu Yunan, who was supported by Hu Yuxiang. She whispered to her boyfriend: "The old grandfather is familiar! I seem to have seen it."

Of course I have seen, in the college building, his photos and his previous tours in various countries! It’s just that the old man on the photo doesn’t look so old...

"Dad, are you sitting down?" Hu Yuxiang said with concern.

"No, I stand and listen, Xiao Yang can surprise me every time!" Hu Yannan said happily.

Yang Hao adjusted and started his own "playing". There was no nonsense. His thick and long fingers smacked on the guitar, and a series of exotic preludes like mountains and streams. Flowing out of the way.

The transition of the prelude was only a slight slowing of the bright rhythm, and Yang Lan sang.

"I haven’t come again since now..." (Note 1)

Including Murphy, who was looking forward to it, everyone stunned.

This song?

Cantonese song?

Of course, Yang Lan will write a Cantonese song, which is not a strange thing. It used to be that he wrote to Chen Yujie. He basically didn't sing. He listened to him suddenly singing Cantonese songs... He also sang a word, and there was no accent. Everyone felt a little strange.

Murphy is still fine. She knows Yang Lan’s ability. She is more interested in Yang Lan’s singing.

It is not the same as the smoothness of his usual singing of pop songs. It seems that at this moment, Yang Lan’s singing voice has some vicissitudes of life, and he also deliberately uses obvious pauses to set off the cruelty of this age...

But this is only because Murphy is more familiar with Yang Lan, can you hear this deliberate, other guests in the coffee shop can not help but indulge in the voice of Yang Qiang's strong mature man, as if it is natural, Yang Lan should have It is like this vocal!

The song is very lonely, but the lyrics are more sad...

From the first sentence of Yang Lan, Hu Yinan stopped.

The past, the present, and the past will never come back. Is this lyrics talking about yourself? I used to be an old wife who has passed away. Now, is it old-fashioned?

"Red leaves are buried in the dust..."

Such lyrics, like a gust of wind, blow open the memory buried by the old man, his hollow eyes, sullen eyes, began to overflow with tears.

Hu Yuxiang also listened with great emotions. Of course, he is in a high position and has a certain strength. He also knows how such a sad song affects people's emotions.

He once again advised: "Dad, let's sit down and listen?"

"Don't be noisy!" It's like many years ago, when Hu Yuxiang was still young, he interrupted Hu Yinan's study of music, and the old man was very impatient to swear.

In front of the music, the old man seems to have changed a person, picky, harsh...

Murphy noticed, she looked around and patted her shoulders and whispered, "Hey, go there, move a stool to Grandpa."

It’s the kind of tall red plastic stools that I didn’t have. It’s just that they are used for performances, so they got two, and most of the time they will be put away, which is very unsightly...

This kind of stool is light and fluttering, and it is no problem to pick it up.

The little girl just couldn’t understand what Dad was singing. She ran off the stool and moved to the stool, but it was not one, but two stools stacked.

Although the weight is not heavy, but the stool is very high after all, squatting high in the hands, holding them, a small face on the face showed a strenuous expression.

"Grandpa, sit down!" He walked to Hu Yannan, his voice clear.

Hu Yinan is still annoyed, who is going to bother himself?

But seeing carrying a small head, big eyes filled with hope, waiting for the little girl who praised her, the father has no temper.

"Good, boy! Thank you!" The old man sat down with a smile. He didn't know that the stools under his buttocks were actually two stacks. Hu Yuxiang can only stand side by side.

"Don't thank! Hey!" ran back to his mother with satisfaction.

At this time, Yang Lan continued to sing: "I will never come again after the lover, and I will sit alone and look at the world..."

The lyrics are not only sad, but there is also a heavy attitude that seems to be free and easy, but it can't actually be put down. It is like the accompaniment of the guitar sound. It is as fast as the dance rhythm, and it is light and slow to pick up the fingering. With a strong exotic flavor, but the same, this melody is still deep and faintly sentimental, it makes people feel depressed and difficult to let go.

"While the flowers will fade, but they will open again, and the love of life will be vague, outside the clouds..."

Hearing this sentence, the young people may not have any feelings, but the grief in Hu Yinan’s heart is like a spring field, which has been plowed out.

The lyrics are wonderful, and the classic poem "Flowers have a reopening day, no one is younger."

Yes! Thank you, I will open again, and the people I love in my life "go away", but I will never come back...

Yang Lan still used his tone to imitate the original sing, singing the climax part.

"Bitter sea, turn over, can't afford love and hate..." Especially a lyric, sing the taste of life.

"It is difficult to escape the fate in the world, the blind date is inaccessible, or I should believe it is fate..."

After singing a song in a secluded manner, Hu Yinan was already in tears. Hu Xiaoxiang looked at the old father's excited appearance, and he was somewhat worried about this fierce emotion. Will there be any big problem?

Murphy also understands this song, and she has a passionate love for music. At this moment, she is deeply involved in the emotion expressed by this song, although she knows that Yang Hao sings Hu’s father and grandmother. The story, but still can not help but be moved, the mood is heavy, tears have slipped down.

Everyone listens to this song differently. Like other guests in the coffee shop, most people are confused and can't understand the meaning of the lyrics.

"What do you think of this song?" The boyfriend of the classical music school girl asked her girlfriend, "I think it sounds weird?"

"I can't understand Cantonese songs, but the man sings really well, very retro, very unique singing, and the melody is also very good." The girl's attention is here.

Not to mention them, after Yang Lan sang, there was no action, he was waiting.

Hu Yinan was evoked by the song with many memories and emotions. After half a sigh, he slowly returned to God. After all, the old man was a weather-stricken person. Although he was still sad in his heart, he did not indulge in it, but slowly pulled himself back.

I saw my father wiped his tears and smiled and said: "Let you laugh. Xiao Yang, you sang this song, and I remembered her again! Hey, this person is old, listening to songs is easy to touch the song!"

Yang Hao swept the guitar string and asked, "Grandpa Hu, or else, I will sing you again, "I haven't seen you for a long time?"

"No, just that song is enough! Say, I only want to think about her once a day, and think about it when I go to find her later!" Hu Minan's mentality adjusted very well, and also made a joke.

Hu Yuxiang asked curiously: "Xiao Yang, is this your new song? What is the name?"

Yang Wei smiled slightly: "Love in a lifetime!"