House Dad’s Literary Life

“Help!” Little fatty screamed in tears, but no one came to save him!

After a while, he stopped the fake crying, shook his head, sighed, bent down, holding a heavy sofa, no, it should be said that the heavy single sofa, step by step into the store.

Yang Yi passed over Guo Ziyi and ignored his pitiful eyes.

Immediately, Yang Yi moved a larger sofa and walked in. After putting the sofa down, Yang Yi gently kicked a little fatty alongside the dead pig.

“Get up, don’t work, have no food at noon!” Yang Yi threatened him with a thing that Guo Ziyi cares most.

Guo Ziyi quickly picked up, and he toot toot slammed Yang Yi to the outside and continued to move.

“Big Brother Yang, I am the one who wants to take the test right away. How can you bear to let me work instead of reviewing it?” His broken thoughts, like the insects in his ears, are uncomfortable.

Yang Yi didn’t look at him, and coldly said: “Are you not a genius? Still need to review?”

“Yes! Oh! To read a book, practice the performance…” Guo Ziyi pointed his head to the chicken glutinous rice.

“Oh, do you think I will believe?”

Yesterday, this guy moved over and played for a whole day. Yang Yi didn’t believe that this little fatty who likes to stroll to see the beautiful sister will have a refresher.

“Cough cough, hello, which one is Mr. Yang Yi?” A voice accented outside the door interrupted Guo Ziyi’s desire to struggle.

But Guo Ziyi was overjoyed. He took the initiative to leave his hands and greeted the winners: “He, my brother, he is Yang Yi, hello, welcome!”

Yang Yi also turned his head and looked at the past. He saw a medium-sized man standing at the door. He was dressed very well. He was wearing a mask and a hat at noon, and he was not too flustered.

However, it seems that Mo Fei likes this too? Yang Yi couldn’t help but think of the woman who had a bad temper but was very good.

“Auntie!” In a dance studio, Mo Fei, who is rehearsing the dance in the MV with the dance teacher, inexplicably sneezed. This also made Mo Xiaojuan worry for a while.

Going back to the coffee shop, Guo Ziyi, who eagerly ran up to greet the guests, first discovered that it was wrong. He looked surprised and pointed at the other side, shivering and said: “You, you, you are not Eason, Chen Yijie?”

The one who came is Chen Yijie! In order to express his sincerity, he pushed out a notice and rushed from Hong Kong to find Yang Yi.

After being recognized, Chen Yijie confidently took off his hat and mask and smiled and pointed out with Guo Ziyi: “Hello!”

Who is Chen Yijie? Yang Yi is still confused!

But Guo Ziyi was already shaking with excitement. He clutched Chen Yijie’s hand and shouted: “Eason, I am your faithful fan! You must sign me a name.”

“Well, let’s talk!” Chen Yijie was scared by the enthusiasm of this guy. Of course, there were more fanatical fans before, but it was under the protection of assistants and security. He smiled a little.

Yang Yi was on the side, and his mouth was a little pumped. He couldn’t bear to expose the cheeky guy of Guo Ziyi. I don’t know who it is. I also vowed yesterday that he is a loyal fan of Cao Fang.

Or Yang Yi gave Chen Yijie a break, then asked the other person to go upstairs to talk. As for Guo Ziyi, of course he followed the ups and downs, and finally he was relieved of labor. He almost didn’t run at the forefront.

When Yang Yi gave them coffee, Chen Yijie explained what he wanted. Yang Yi just listened faintly, but Guo Ziyi took the initiative to talk.

“Hey, it was originally introduced by Professor Hu!”

“The son of Professor Hu is your boss? Is it so powerful?”

“My brother will still write songs? Really fake?”

Guo Ziyi happily picked up Chen Yijie’s cell phone and let him play the song for himself. Yang Yi concentrated on brewing coffee, listening to his ears, but not making comments.

“I came, your city…” Yang Yi’s song finally came out with the guitar accompaniment and the murmur of the silk. Although it was somewhat distorted, it was indeed Yang Yi’s voice.

Guo Ziyi looked at Chen Yijie slyly, Chen Yijie understood what he meant, and smiled bitterly: “This is the source of the download from the Copyright Society, which is non-destructive.”

Don’t talk about Guo Ziyi. When he was in Hong Kong, he listened to Grandfather Hu and heard a toothache.

But no way, who made this song so good? Just as gold mixed in the sand will be different. After listening, Chen Yijie decided to come and visit Yang Yi personally.

Of course, when I saw Yang Yi, Chen Yijie finally understood that Grandfather Hu would smile at him and see Yang Yi. Don’t be surprised.

Because Yang Yi is not like a lyricist, it is more like a brick–just right, Yang Yi is just moving things.

However, after coming to the second floor, Yang Yi’s indifferent look and the elegance between his gestures made Chen Yijie a big change.

Guo Ziyi finally listened to the song, and finally couldn’t help it. He asked the scorpion: “Brother, when you recorded this song, it would not be recorded with cell phone?”

Yang Yi came over with coffee. He calmly asked, “Well, what happened?”

Any questions? Yang Yi didn’t feel any problem at all. He couldn’t find a recording studio in the former Shantytown. He simply recorded a sound source with the high-end smart machine that Mo Fei gave him, and he found an Internet cafe to upload it.

“My big sister!” Guo Ziyi, this genius boy actually came up with a Cantonese. “You are too violent, so good songs, you have been recorded… recorded noise, you know? Can’t forgive !”

Yang Yi ignored him and just signaled Chen Yijie to drink coffee.

Chen Yijie took the cup and took a sip. He was also a regular drinker. He suddenly drew a different feeling: “Mr. Yang’s coffee is a good drink! No wonder you want to open a coffee shop.”

“My brother, he is cooking more!” Guo Ziyi interjected.

After a while, Chen Yijie finally said what he wanted. He wanted to buy the song Yang Yi and make a title song for his new album.

Guo Ziyi screamed excitedly: “Really? Eason, are you going to make a new album? When is it out? I want to take my brother’s song as a new album? Wow, it’s developed!”

A long list of questions, Chen Yijie asked, but fortunately, Yang Yi sighed and pushed Guo Ziyi’s fat face away: “Sorry, don’t care about him.”

The matter is still to be discussed. Yang Yi is the first to sell songs. He is curious and said: “Eason, what kind of price do you want to buy my song? I don’t know much about the market.”

I have never done business in my life. Now, at the beginning of the negotiations, Yang Yi stupidly exposed her weakness.

Guo Ziyi was anxious for him. He pulled hard and let Yang Yi go to him and whispered: “Brother, it’s not like this. And, if you don’t understand the market, you can ask me! I understand. !”