House Dad’s Literary Life

Some people used the words "deep and calm", "soft and sad", "such as echoes in the middle of the night" to describe the characteristics of the saxophone. The emotions contained in the songs of "The Most Familiar Strangers" are played under the saxophone. It seems as if it has been squashed and stretched, and it is as silky as it is, entangled in people's hearts!

Although Yang Lan began to blow the saxophone, he teased his son, but he still couldn't bear the music and played it affectionately.

Especially when it comes to the phrase "sorrowful sorrow", he uses a long vibrato to blow the raised tone like a current, as if it can penetrate the soul of people!

Murphy closed his eyes and indulged in the sadness of Saxophone. Even if he closed his eyes, the emotions that had already burst out could not be suppressed. Two lines of tears spread from her eyes.

Yang Lan just blew his body up and just turned around and saw this scene.

what's the situation? Why are you crying?

Yang Lan quickly stopped his mouth, and Sax’s voice stopped short. Instead, he asked with concern: "Wife, what happened to you? Why did you suddenly cry?"

"Isn't that being touched by the song I'm blowing?" Yang Lan also made a joke. "I'm so good to hear it? I don't know how good it is!"

Murphy blinked and looked at the incomprehensible guy with some anger. She sat there sullenly, the moths, the wrinkled nose, the slightly swelled powder, filled with "I Very sad and uncomfortable, waiting for comfort!"

Of course, Murphy’s emotional source, Yang Lan can still guess, he put down the saxophone, sat on the coffee table in front of Murphy, staring at her, gently smiled: “Not told you, these Songs, I think about it out of thin air, don't you think about it? It is not my true feelings, but the emotions that I constructed in order to write sad songs."

Does Murphy not understand this truth? Yang Lan has not changed his mind, Murphy does not know. However, she is a woman who needs a sense of security in her feelings, and she always can't help but think about it.

I saw her pouting, with a little nasal sound, said with a sullen voice: "I know... that is, after reading these lyrics, I can't help but think of a lot of messy things in my mind."

"What a mess?" asked Yang Lan.

"It’s like you like someone else, just like you wrote this song, don’t know when to start, you don’t love me...” Murphy said, his heart screamed and his eyes were It turned red again.

Yang Wei was distressed and simply sat down to Murphy's side. He took the big hand and took her over. He took it to his arms and sat on his lap. The two faced each other and were even more apart. Nearly.

Murphy was stunned by Yang Lan, and did not say that the uncomfortable emotions didn’t know where to go. Now she turned her head and looked at the little squat in the crib, Xiaoyan’s eyes were wide open. Taking advantage of the movement here, although the sofa armrest blocked some of the vision, but Murphy is still a bit shy.

"The son is watching!" Murphy said shyly.

"Don't worry about him!" Yang Hao reached out and pinched Murphy's nose and smiled. "Hey, you can make yourself so embarrassed! How big is it? You said it yourself!"

"You still bully me!" Murphy found that Yang Hao, but he did not care, and revealed his nature, and he cried out with a grievance.

"Where are you bullying?" Yang Xiao smiled.

"You screw my nose!" Murphy said violently.

"There is no effort, just pinch it, also called screw?"

"I don't care, when you usually feel bad about me, they are all kiss me, how can you pinch me... oh..." Murphy couldn't speak.

After a while, she was released, her lips were ruddy and her face was red and snowy. Although she was still staring at Yang Lan, the seemingly like-minded eyes seemed to be fascinating!

"Don't think about it, let's be good!" Yang Lan took Murphy over, let her head rest on her chest, and her lips were warm in her hair for a while before she slowly said.

"After that?" Murphy was actually influenced by the imaginations of the moment, whispering.

"Of course, it is always going to be good! Writing songs is just about writing songs, and it has nothing to do with reality!" Yang said softly.

I got the answer I wanted. Murphy’s head snorted in Yang’s chest and didn’t say anything.

"I am going to give you a word. Do you remember the last time I said to you, "Is it strong for a new word?" Yang asked with a smile.

"I don't remember." Murphy whispered.

"This is a word written by a person named Xin Qiji in ancient times. The full text is like this: the youngster does not know the taste, falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, say strong words for the new words..." Yang Lan slammed and frustrated.

"Hey, you seem to read more." Murphy sat up straight and said in confusion.

"No, the word card of this first word is like this. There is another sentence below: Now I know what I want to say, I want to say it still. I want to say that I still have a rest, but it’s a cool autumn!" Yang Lan shook his head and said

Murphy couldn't help but smile lightly: "It's a good autumn, this sentence sounds so casual! Just like talking."

"Yes, what this word wants to say is that when you are young, you don't know what it is, you like to go to the high building and look into the distance. It seems that you can understand the taste of you. And you who look up, don't know what you are, for the sake of Write a good work, but also reluctantly say that you are worried. Now it’s good, now you have tasted the taste, you can’t say it, you can only say that it’s a good autumn... just like the usual words, basically There is no rhyme."

Yang Lan interpreted a bunch and smiled at Murphy's eyes. He said softly: "The songs I wrote now are originally forced to describe this sentimental emotion, but as the saying goes, If a person really gets to this sadness, I am afraid that it is impossible to write a work that expresses this emotion."

"I understand, I am just, I was only a little infected by the emotions of these songs, and suddenly my heart was upset." Murphy grabbed Yang Lan’s hand and said with a low head. "But now by your side, I understand that I have not Lose you, very happy, know that it is not the same thing!"

The movement next to "Dangdang!" interrupted the thoughts of Yang Lan and Murphy, and they turned to look at the past.

In the crib, Xiaoxiao may have seen Dad and Mom ignore him. He is too lazy to continue watching. The little guy is holding the toy of the crib, the plastic small forklift he prefers, rhythmically knocking. A guardrail for the crib.

Seems to be jailbreaking!

Yang Lan and Murphy took back their eyes and looked at each other. Murphy also came down from Yang Lan’s leg and took care of his youngest son.