House Dad’s Literary Life

Yang Yi took the guitar, then moved to the chair and sat in front of the TV, padding her right leg against the guitar, facing Mo Fei sitting on the sofa.

Next to Xixi is still trying to bury her head against her big cake, her mouth keeps squatting, but the big girl’s big eyes are looking over and looking at her father curiously.

“You really wrote a song for me?” Seeing Yang Yi posing, Mo Fei reacted dizzyly, and she couldn’t help but wonder.

“Of course! I Want To Sing About Myself For You.” Looking at Mo Fei’s confused expression, Yang Yi smiled. “It’s the song’s name!”

“Hey! I Want To Sing About Myself For You, tch tch!” Mo Xiaojuan topped Mo Fei with his elbow and glanced at her with a sullen look.

“Don’t make trouble, listen carefully.” Mo Fei was a little embarrassed, shouted.

Yang Yi smiled and started playing.

The prelude was relatively gentle at the beginning, and the guitar’s slightly heavy but pleasing sound slowly opened the curtain. But for a short while, Yang Yi gently tapped the fingerboard a few times, and when he plucked the strings again, it seemed to suddenly change from a slow walk to a hundred meters, and the rhythm suddenly became faster…

Mo Fei was a little surprised. She looked at Yang Yi strangely. The song he wrote before seems to have not changed so much like this!

But Mo Fei was still sinking to listen carefully, because the melody was still very beautiful, and for the first time she wanted to carefully examine the emotions expressed by the melody.

There seems to be some joy and some joy?

Yang Yi paused and sang: “I Want To Sing About Myself For You…”

The melody will start again, just become gentle and won’t take the lead.

Mo Xiaojuan was the first time she listened to Yang Yi singing. He just spoke up, and the thick magneticity in the sound line suddenly made her scalp numb.

Too nice to hear!

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

“…while we are young like flowers , May the flowers bloom to their hearts’ content , adorning your life and my branches . ” The lyrics are indeed in line with the female voice, but Mo Fei did not respond, she and Yang Yi Look and feel the love in his eyes.

Thick, like a flower.

“Who can take your place?, Take advantage of youth and love as passionately as you want, My dearest, dearest love, the journey is long-let’s be together…” The lyrics are almost sweet.

Mo Xiaojuan, who was listening to it, was a bit distracted. After all, she was not as passionate about music as Mo Fei. She listened and suddenly realized that the song seemed to have nothing to do with her…

Then, she glanced at her cousin and looked at her and Yang Yi. You looked at me with a sly look. I suddenly felt that I shouldn’t sit here, and I still looked at Mo Fei, just like a tens of thousands of watts of light bulbs… …and it is the kind of bright but still neglected.

“I am going, why should I make that suggestion?” Mo Xiaojuan regretted it. “Is this not a public display of affection?”

“I sing about myself for you , Please give me your pure and innocent smile ……” Yang Yi suddenly raised the rhythm and sound, and the joy in the voice seemed to rise like the samba.

He suddenly stopped and extended his left hand.

No rehearsal, Mo Fei understood Yang Yi’s meaning, her face filled with happiness, walked over and pulled Yang Yi’s hand.

“Come together.” Yang Yi retracted her hand, still clasped on the string, and looked at her with encouragement.

Mo Fei was a little surprised, but nodded.

The melody starts again, and Yang Yi sings softly: “I sing about myself for you.”

“I sing about myself for you.” Mo Fei also followed, but her talent is very high, she changed the accent part, sang a taste that is not the same as Yang Yi, like the harmony.

“Let me move you with my passionate love, ok ?The years of our lives are the coy, nostalgic, shy red face…” Yang Yi didn’t stop again, he continued to sing, and Mo Fei was gently Swinging, followed by a soft humming.

“Who can take your place??” Yang Yi sang and looked up at Mo Fei’s eyes, regardless of the years, this is the best confession.

The woman is also looking down at him, sing and laugh as she sings.

Mo Xiaojuan is also watching them, especially Mo Fei, the coquettish smile on the cousin’s blushing face, as if the peony is blooming.

Mo Xiaojuan knows Mo Fei too much. How can she laugh like this? I laughed out of the flowers!

This is not only happiness, but also joy from the heart. There is no love hidden in the eyebrows!

Understanding friends, the so-called “husband and wife living in harmony”, a happily married couple, probably about Yang Yi and Mo Fei?

“The journey is long-let’s be together ……” Mo Xiaojuan came back to God and found out that Yang Yi’s song has been sung, and Mo Fei has not learned yet, but he also sang to the end. .

“nice to hear! Good nice to hear!” Mo Xiaojuan waved his arms in a vent, then patted the palm of his hand. “Sister, how do you sing so nice to hear? I don’t know!”

Xixi didn’t know when she had finished eating the cake. Little girl thought that Aunt Mo Xiaojuan was questioning her father, and suddenly stood up unwillingly, with a bulging belly, proudly said: “My Papa has been very powerful! He will still Sing let_it_go, let_ it_go!”

Later, although Yang Yi was afraid that her daughter would sing to Xixi, she rarely remembered it, but the little girl still remembered it very clearly.

“What?” Mo Xiaojuan asked strangely.

“let_it_go!” Mo Fei looked at Yang Yi beautifully, “Yang Yi, you haven’t sang this song yet, listen to Xixi, this is the English song you sing.”

Debunking Yang Yi’s That night was too crazy, Mo Fei forgot to ask this, and now Xixi will remember it.

“Wow, my brother-in-law will still have an English song? Wouldn’t it be what you wrote?” Mo Xiaojuan was really surprised.

“He still has a lot of foreign languages, and there is something strange about English,” Mo Fei explained, but she still looked at Yang Yi.

“I wrote it. I used to tell Xixi about the fairy tale of «Frozen». I suddenly wrote a song. It was originally written in Chinese, called «Let It Go», but then I felt that the Chinese version was a little worse. Try to change to English lyrics, so it is called “let_ it_ go”.” Yang Yi smiled and said.

“Fast, fast, sing to listen!” Mo Xiaojuan stunned his hand. “Listen to Chinese and listen to English.”

“In fact, this song Mo Fei is better to sing, the Chinese version will be next time, I teach Mo Fei to sing. Now I will sing the English version for you to listen to.” Yang Yi gently bounced the guitar.

The familiar melody suddenly made Xixi excited, and the little girl got to the side of Dad.

“let_it_go…” Yang Yi sang at the beginning, and Xixi immediately sang along, Yang Yi pressed the voice down, letting the little girl’s simple, tender but sweet voice sing in the living room, he just took a little belt.

Of course, Xixi will be like this, but if you can sing these two sentences, Xixi will be very happy, little girl ran over with a smile and plunged into the arms of her mother.

Yang Yi only raised the volume, then sang it, no false sounds, naturally no singer, but Yang Yi bite clearly, let Mo Fei see his English level.