House Dad’s Literary Life

They all said that they had difficulty finding the police uncle. Now Dad said that the police uncle may also be a bad person... This is hard for me, Yang Xiaoyu!

"Oh... I don't know." He said with a small mouth, she is now caught up in the scene set by Dad, but she forgot what Dad had given herself at the beginning.

It doesn't matter, Yang Lan took the Buddha pendant and gently shook it in front of him. He smiled and said: "You can use this! Click to call Dad."

"Press two times to hang up the phone!" I remembered this, and while yawning, I followed.

"Yes! So you can talk to Dad and tell Dad where you are, Dad will come over and find you right away!" Yang Xiao smiled. "And, if you are in danger, you should not make a sound." Just press this thing twice, no need to talk on the phone, Dad can appear on your side soon!"

It happened to nod, she blinked, her spirit and body were sleepy, but the little girl listened very seriously.

"So, be sure to remember, if you have any problems, you can use this thing to summon your dad to your side. Dad will protect you!" Yang Lan put the Buddha pendant gently. In the hands of her, let her catch, so that the memory will be more profound.

I should have remembered that Yang Lan put a good bead pendant and helped her to lick the quilt. She said softly, "Okay, go to sleep, see you sleepy."

"Hey, you haven't finished the story yet!" he said reluctantly.

"Listen tomorrow, it doesn't matter." Yang Xiao smiled.

The sleepiness was like the waves, and after a while, the cockroaches couldn't help but close their eyes. The delicate little nose gently breathed and seemed to start her sleep.

Yang Lan will stay with him for a while, and wait until he is completely asleep before leaving.

Unexpectedly, for a while, he opened his confused eyes and whispered: "Hey, is Mr. Tunus a bad guy?"

She is somewhat embarrassed about this problem. Why does the sound of the good man, Mr. Tunus, be a bad guy?

"He is not a bad guy, he still has some conscience, you will know this tomorrow." Yang Lan said, "Dad can secretly tell you that Lucy will not have an accident."

This answer, the tight heartstrings finally relaxed. The little girl who is too sleepy can sleep peacefully.

......

In the ordinary apartment of Queens, New York, Metropolitan Queens, Wilson, wearing a briefcase and a suit, is coming back from the outside. When the key is opened, the door to the door of his house is opened, a young man’s The head came out.

"Hey, Wilson, I remember you are a music agent, right?" The young man’s ear was hung with earrings, and the arm of the door frame was also tattooed. Of course, it’s not the kind of gangster tattoo, just young. People show a manifestation of personality.

"Miller! Yes, brother, what's wrong?" Wilson smiled at the other side. Obviously, the door to the door was familiar to each other, although not as familiar as the "Friends" or the "Big Bang" inside the door, but After all, it is a neighbor.

Wilson is a teenager in his teens, Miller has just graduated from college, and Wilson has been in the ranks of brokers for more than a decade. However, both of them prefer basketball, so they often watch the game together.

"Then you must know music very well! That's it. I want to confess to a girl tonight, so I learned a song online. Can you help me see how I sing? Or help me guide me!" Miller raised the guitar in his hand.

"Hey, this is so serious? Miller, I guess it must be a very beautiful girl!" Wilson snarled.

"She is very beautiful, she is very hot, and she is very shy!" Miller laughed. "Brother, do you agree?"

"Why not? I am very happy to help you!" Wilson did not go back to himself, went directly to Miller's house, and listened to him singing.

"I learned this song with a singer on the Internet. He is a Chinese. Damn, it is very troublesome to buy a song on the Chinese website!" Miller explained it to Wilson.

"Do you want to sing a Chinese song? Or is your girl a Chinese? This... I have to say, I am shocked!" Wilson said in surprise.

"No, no, she is not a Chinese, and I want to sing an English song, a very good English song. I have been on the website for a while. I sing it to you. I will give you some advice later. Let's go!" Miller explained quickly.

When Dangdang, Miller bounced the guitar, the accompaniment was a bit rusty, and the score was also picked up by others. I don't know if it is right.

"A good prelude." Wilson nodded softly, thinking.

"ell_you_done_done_me..."

Yes, Miller sang Yang Hao’s "i’m_you". He estimated that it was not long before he sang, but the basic tone was still sung.

After listening to Miller singing, Wilson asked Miller to play the song on the computer.

The original sings out, the difference suddenly revealed!

"It’s very nice!" Wilson listened and secretly said, "A Chinese sings an English song, how can you sing so well?"

Wilson still enthusiastically guided Miller, although he can not be regarded as a music master, after all, he is only a small music agent, but after all, it is mixed, he used to think of being a singer, but the strength gap is too big, so Choosing to be a broker, to his level, to Miller this little rookie some guidance is still possible.

"What's the matter with your song? It seems like I haven't heard it before. Where did you get it?" When guiding the rest, Wilson and Miller chatted with beer, he asked casually.

"A Chinese singer sang, at that time in April, he was photographed and uploaded to the Internet, and then suddenly got angry. My friend showed me this video, and so on, I am looking for you!" Miller opened the video page in his own collection with great interest.

Wilson saw the video that Yang Lan sang to Murphy before. However, compared to the specially recorded music, the sound quality of this video was much worse. Wilson only paid more attention to Yang Lan.

It’s really Chinese!

This singing voice is not like a Chinese!

"Look here, there is Bruno Levin's comment below the video. Bruno Levin guessed it. This man is indeed a professional singer, and many people didn't believe that this song was written by the Chinese... Miller said.

"Wait, you said this song was written by him?" Wilson asked in surprise.

"You don't believe it?" Miller said with a smile. "But it turned out that it was written by him. Moreover, this guy is very powerful. In China, he is a very powerful singer. He has written many songs, or a Writer, I recommended "Prison Break" to you at the beginning of the year, remember?"

"Yes, "Prison Break" my favorite TV series!" Wilson said with regret. "Unfortunately, I will wait until next year. Wait, what do you say about "Prison Break" and this person?"

"Prison Break" is what he wrote, Woolf TV bought the copyright with him, I heard that the global film industry wanted it, but did not compete with Woolf." Miller said with emotion, "Hey, the more said, The more I like this guy!"

"That's impossible! He has so many achievements, he shouldn't have a reputation, I haven't heard of him!" Wilson frowned.

Miller shrugged and smiled. "Maybe because he didn't come to the country to develop? When I went to the China website to buy and download this song, my friend told me that there might be no contract with the brokerage company of the country." He, so I can work hard."

"Miller, what is your name?" Wilson flashed a glimpse of his eyes, but he still had a problem.

"He is called Yang."