House Dad’s Literary Life

Yang Yi took the guitar, then moved a chair and sat in front of the TV, propped up the guitar with his right leg, and faced Murphy and the others sitting on the sofa.

Xixi next to her was still working hard to deal with her big cake, her mouth kept chirping, but the little girl's big eyes stared at her father curiously.

Did you really write a song for me? Seeing Yang Yi posing, Murphy reacted in a daze, she couldn't help being surprised and asked.

Of course! I want to sing to you. Looking at Murphy and the others' confused expressions, Yang Yi smiled, It's the title of this song!

Yo! I want to sing to you, tsk tsk! Mo Xiaojuan nudged Murphy with her elbow and winked at her ambiguous.

Don't make trouble, listen carefully. Murphy said a little embarrassedly.

Yang Yi smiled slightly and started to play.

The prelude starts off relatively mildly, with the slightly heavy but pleasant sound of the guitar, which slowly kicks off. But it was only a short paragraph. Yang Yi tapped the fingerboard a few times, and when he plucked the strings again, it was as if he suddenly changed from walking slowly to running for 100 meters, and the rhythm suddenly became faster...

Murphy was a little surprised. She looked at Yang Yi in surprise. The songs he wrote before seemed to have not changed so much in rhythm!

But Murphy calmed down and listened carefully, because the melody was still very beautiful, and for the first time she listened to it and wanted to carefully try to figure out the emotions expressed by the melody.

There seems to be some joy, some joy?

Yang Yi stopped for a while and started to sing: I want to sing me to you...

The melody resumes, but it becomes gentle, not overwhelming.

It was the first time for Mo Xiaojuan to hear Yang Yi sing. He just opened his mouth, and the strong magnetism in his voice made her scalp tingle.

sounds amazing!

In the original song, the beginning of this part is the female voice, but Yang Yi did not show off his skills for the sake of showing off his skills. He lowered the pitch and changed it to the tune of all male voices.

... While you are still young, let the flowers bloom to your heart's content, and decorate my branches and buds in your years. The lyrics were indeed in line with the female voice, but Murphy didn't react. She and Yang Yi looked at each other. Feel the love in his eyes.

Thick, as fragrant as a flower.

Who can replace you, love to your heart's content while you are young, dearest person, let's be together after a long journey... The lyrics are almost sweet.

Mo Xiaojuan, who was listening on the side, was actually a little distracted. After all, she was not as fascinated by music as Murphy. She listened to it and suddenly realized that this song seemed to have nothing to do with her...

Then, she glanced at her cousin, looked at her and Yang Yi looking at each other, and suddenly felt that she shouldn't be sitting here, next to Murphy, like a big light bulb of tens of thousands of watts... And it is the kind that is blind but still ignored.

I'm going, why am I making that suggestion? Mo Xiaojuan regretted a little, Isn't this the lack of full dog food?

I'll sing me to you, and give me your innocent smile... Yang Yi suddenly raised the rhythm and voice, and the joy in his voice seemed to rise like Saguzi.

He stopped suddenly and stretched out his left hand.

She didn't practice, but Murphy understood what Yang Yi meant. Her face was filled with happiness, she walked over and took Yang Yi's hand.

Come together. Yang Yi withdrew his hand, still buckled on the string, and looked at her encouragingly.

Murphy was a little surprised, but nodded anyway.

The melody resumed, and Yang Yi hummed softly: I'll sing me to you.

I'll sing me to you. Murphy hummed along, but her talent was very high, so she changed the accent part and sang a different flavor from Yang Yi, like a harmony.

Will you touch you with my hot feelings? Time is worth remembering, nostalgic, shy red face... Yang Yi didn't stop, he continued to sing, while Murphy swayed gently beside him, Sing along softly.

Who can replace you? Yang Yi raised his head and looked at Murphy's eyes while singing. It has nothing to do with the years. This is the best confession.

The woman also lowered her head and looked at him tenderly, humming and smiling.

Mo Xiaojuan was also looking at them, especially Murphy, her cousin smiled sweetly on her blushing face, as if a peony was blooming.

Mo Xiaojuan knows Murphy too well. How can she laugh like this before? They all laughed out loud!

This is not only happiness, but also joy from the heart. There is love that can't be hidden, and there is no need to hide it!

When high mountains and flowing water meet bosom friend, the so-called harmony between Qin and Se, Luanfeng and Ming, probably mean Yang Yi and Murphy?

The journey is long, let's be together... When Mo Xiaojuan came back to her senses, she realized that Yang Yi had finished singing this song before she knew it. Although Murphy hadn't learned it yet, she hummed to the end.

It sounds good! It sounds good! Mo Xiaojuan waved her arms in vent, and then clapped her palms, Brother-in-law, why do you sing so well? I don't know!

Xixi didn't know when she finished eating the cake, the little girl felt that Aunt Mo Xiaojuan was questioning her father, so she stood up reluctantly, and said proudly with her bulging belly: My Baba has always been great! He also sings let_ it_ go, let_ it_ go!

Later, although Yang Yi seldom sang to Xixi for fear that her daughter would reveal the secret, the little girl still remembered it very clearly.

What? Mo Xiaojuan asked in surprise.

Let_ it_ go! Murphy looked at Yang Yi with beautiful eyes, Yang Yi, you haven't sung this song to me yet. I heard Xixi say that this is an English song you sang.

The night when Yang Yi was exposed was so crazy that Murphy forgot to ask about it, and now Xixi remembers it.

Wow, brother-in-law can also sing in English? Didn't you write it too? Mo Xiaojuan was really surprised.

He can speak a lot of foreign languages, so it's not surprising that he can speak English. Murphy explained, but she still looked at Yang Yi.

It was written by me. I was telling Xixi about the fairy tale of Frozen, and suddenly I wrote the song. It was originally a Chinese version, called Let It Go, but later I felt that the Chinese version was sung in a bad mood. I tried to change it into English lyrics, so it is called Let_ it_ go. Yang Yi said with a slight smile.

Quick, quick, sing and listen! Mo Xiaojuan excitedly clapped her hands, Listen to Chinese first and then English.

Actually, this song is better for Murphy to sing. I'll teach Murphy to sing the Chinese version next time. Now I'll sing the English version for you guys. Yang Yi played the guitar gently.

The familiar melody immediately excited Xixi, and the little girl came to her father's side.

Let_ it_ go... Yang Yi sang a sentence at the beginning, Xixi immediately sang along, Yang Yi lowered her voice, and let the little girl's simple, tender but very sweet singing sound in the living room, he just took a little bit.

Of course, Xixi can also say these two sentences, but being able to sing these two sentences makes Xixi extremely happy, and the little girl ran over with a smile and plunged into her mother's arms.

Yang Yicai raised the volume and continued to sing, without falsetto, naturally not as high-pitched as the original singing, but Yang Yi's articulation was clear, allowing Murphy and the others to see his English level.