House Dad’s Literary Life

"If you think these songs don't work, can we change a batch? Or sing a little more pleasant, how about?"

Murphy leaned on the crib, bent down, and arranged the clothes for the little sister. When he was ready to take him out, Yang Lan asked on the side of the wall and asked softly.

"I don't want to..." Murphy flew a white eye and said, "Why is the song good? Why can't it be?"

"Don't you say that they are too sick?"

"It's a sad heart! These songs are too sad!"

Yang Xiao smiled and said: "If you don't like it, why should you force yourself to sing these songs? I can't give you other songs!"

Murphy blinked innocently with Yang and said, "Who told you that I don't like these songs?"

"Do you like it?" Yang Lan was a little confused.

"Yeah, just listen to you blowing the saxophone, the melody is so beautiful! Such a good song, how can I not like it!" Murphy took the little cockroach out, the little guy grabbed the mother's clothes with one hand, but again Very fancy to reach out to Dad with the other hand.

"Baba!" Xiao Xiao shook his hand, it seems that at this moment he is more interested in the father who just teased him.

Yang Lan took over Xiaoyan, but he still confusedly asked Murphy: "But, you just said it is very sad!"

"Heart abuse is one thing, and it is another thing to like it. Although watching these lyrics is very uncomfortable, I can't help but like them. These songs should be very interesting!" Murphy ate and laughed. When I got up, I saw Yang Xiao’s stupid look and said, “Oh, you don’t understand women, women are more and more like you!”

is not that right? In those years, whoever looked at the neighboring country’s bitter dramas saw a nose and a tear, but they liked it very much?

Woman oh...

Yang Lan is speechless: "Well, if you like it, I am worried that you don't like this type, because I intend to create a sad special for you."

"Okay! But, these three songs, you first taught me to sing, I listened to the song of "The Most Familiar Stranger"." Murphy pressed both hands on the low cabinet and said with interest to Yang Lan. .

Yang Xiao smiled and said: "Well, which one do you listen to first?"

"This!" "Thousands of Songs", this lyric is also very sad, but compared to other, slightly lighter, not so straightforward, we are from shallow to deep, slowly." Murphy eyes flow, whisper.

"This song is more interesting. The female voice has a female voice, and the male voice has a male voice." Yang Lan remembered several versions that he had heard in previous lives. He said, "I will sing you a male voice, female voice." We are studying it at the time. However, for the male version, I have to play on the drum."

In the male version, Yang Lan must of course imitate Leslie Cheung’s singing.

"Then I will help you hold your son." Murphy came to the interest and hugged Xiao Xiao.

"Hey, Baba!" The little guy didn't want to, he hasn't started playing with Dad yet! In the arms of my mother, I whispered my mouth and made trouble.

Fortunately, Yang Lan sat in front of the drum, hey, and then played a set of tricks on the fingertips, and suddenly attracted the attention of Xiaoyan.

The little guy forgot his opinion on his mother, staring at his big round eyes, looking at his father in amazement, and seemed to be shocked by his dad’s powerful performance, and seemed to be using his little head. Try hard to understand what Dad is doing!

Yang Lan teased his son, and this was just down, and began to sing the first few words: "Suddenly look back, once belonged to each other's evening. Red is still you, give me the heart of the sun..."

It is actually a Cantonese song!

Murphy had previously felt that the sentence structure of these lyrics was a bit special, but her research on language was not too deep, and she could not see the language order of the language at first glance.

However, the classic is a classic after all. Yang Lan is only singing a few words in front of it. Murphy is attracted by the charm of the melody expressed in the song. She is holding a small squat and standing, staring at me, forgetting to sit. Come down.

The voice of Leslie Cheung, the reason why I can impress countless people, is that singing is not the main reason. Even if his singing is top-notch, it is the key to being able to listen to the sound, and many imitators can't do it!

The sound of love, refers to the thick emotions given to the sound, the rare thing is not artificial, the rare is just right! Coupled with the bonus of singing, he can easily express his talents in a freehand manner, and can easily express his sincere emotions. Such songs can naturally impress the audience!

Yang Lan can't do the same level of Leslie Cheung for the time being. However, with the wide range of sounds, the solid singing ability, and the imitation of efforts, Yang Lan can also sing a little bit of his brother's feelings!

"It’s a pity that in each side, I have to deeply gaze at this moment..."

Like this sentence, the gentle pause between "this moment" and "deep gaze", as well as the emotional changes, Murphy showed an obsessive expression on the side.

At this time, Yang Lan knocked on the drums, as if using the drums of the drums and drums, and introduced the chorus of the high/tidal part.

"There are thousands of songs in the coming days, floating on the road in the distance, coming to the sky is a thousand stars, shining through the moon tonight..."

Yang Hao sang in a rhythm as he tapped the drums in rhythm.

Only he, with his rich atmosphere, with extraordinary physical coordination, was able to sing while still playing the drums.

But Murphy will not think about these meaningless things. Her eyes are blurred and look at Yang Lan, and she is intoxicated by Yang Lan’s singing voice at this moment!

Yang Lan is also staring at her with deep affection, using the tempting aria, screaming: "I can't afford this beautiful, I can't wash my thoughts tonight, aha... because you are tonight I sing!"

Murphy bit his lip and his cheeks were slightly rosy.

This song, no one is willing to sing only half, although only a demonstration, Yang Lan still sang completely, and finally, in the calm, more and more forceful drums, the final end.

"How? This song is good to listen to?" Yang Hao sang and there are still some unsatisfactory, laughing and talking to Murphy.

Murphy flew him with a hygienic eye and pretended to snoring unhappy.

"What are you doing?" Yang Yan asked with a smile.

"You are too bad!" Murphy said. "So good songs, I can't ask for it. You just confuse me and say to me to change other songs!"

"Hey, why is it confusing? You used to be a physical education teacher?" Yang Hao laughed, he knew that Murphy was playing with him! The young couple sometimes have noisy and noisy, but also a manifestation of the taste of life.

"It's just confusing! Your language is taught by a physical education teacher!"

When the two of them were bickering, Xiao Yan had a great interest in the drum set that Dad had just played. He screamed and screamed and finally caught Dad’s attention.

"What, you want to play?" Yang Hao gave a drumstick to the little guy with a funny smile.

The drumsticks are not heavy, and the little sisters can hold them. Moreover, his ability to imitate was beyond the expectation of his father and mother. He saw Murphy holding him to the side of the drum. The little guy excitedly waved his small arm and slammed the condolences.

"Hey, hey!" The little guy had a good time. He turned his head and looked at Dad. He opened his mouth and smiled. It seemed to say: Dad is watching, I will knock it too!