House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 122: Yang Yi monkey play (2/3)

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Murphy ’s character is such a thing, she ca n’t pull back ten things that she believes!

No way, Mo Xiaojuan can only helplessly watch Murphy in front of her computer, and then start to reply by email, and hit the keyboard.

Murphy told Muzi Ang in an email that although she was very grateful for the song Muzi Ang wrote for her, she was still sorry that she could n’t accept it, “Because I already have someone I like”, I do n’t want to give him illusions and delays His time!

"Sister, you can't write like this, it's too honest!" Mo Xiaojuan shouted to stop Murphy's hand to send the main point.

Murphy looked at Mo Xiaojuan puzzled and asked, "Where can't it work?"

"You can't tell him that you have someone you like!" Mo Xiaojuan said with a headache. "What if he is angry and annoying to reveal this letter to the media?"

Murphy frowned, if it was Murphy who had just debuted, he would definitely say "impossible, how can a person be so despicable", but now, Murphy still knows the sinister nature of human nature.

"So how do you think it should be written?" Murphy gave up his position, or left professional things to professional people.

"It ’s because of personal reasons that Barabara ca n’t be ..." Mo Xiaojuan modified it skillfully, not only this sentence, but the entire email was revised by her, the words were more appropriate and the tone was more appropriate Tactfully, of course, the meaning is the same.

Mo Xiaojuan finally looked at Murphy and asked, "Sister, do you really want to send it? Do you think about it! After sending it, you may have to say goodbye to these good songs! And your new The album is about to be soaked up! "

"Send!" Murphy was very determined and said unwaveringly.

Okay, Mo Xiaojuan clicked the send button. Looking at the mail, Murphy breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that some of the things he had been carrying had been put down.

However, returning to the sofa and sitting down, Murphy looked at the music sheet that was messy on the coffee table. She collected it, folded it carefully, and put it in a folder.

Maybe she will practice it in the future, but these songs no longer belong to her ... Murphy's delicate eyes show a touch of sadness.

"Reluctant?" Mo Xiaojuan went up, massaging the cousin's shoulders, and laughed, "I was so firm!"

Murphy gave her a blank look and said angrily: "What can't bear it? Am I the kind of person who can't afford to put it down? Hurry up and book me a ticket for the day after tomorrow!"

In the afternoon, Murphy will go to the capital to participate in a two-day variety show recording, but according to Murphy's own assumption, after returning from this business trip, he will take a half-month leave to accompany his daughter.

Although Niu Meiling has become more and more snobbish in recent years, she did not mean to make trouble with Murphy, but she still gently approved Murphy's long vacation. You know, some newcomers in the company, or trainees in the practice room, don't have such a good treatment at all! Where is the term holiday?

After Murphy talked about Mo Xiaojuan, she relieved herself instead. She looked back at the computer she just sent the email to and thought secretly: "Maybe this is the best! Do n’t think about taking shortcuts, it ’s your end. It's yours, not yours, Murphy, you can't ask for it! "

......

Yang Yi, the initiator, didn't know about it. After sending the email, he left the computer aside, just like the usual Qiangzi can't contact Yang Yi without calling. This guy only needs him. Will be on SNS or email.

When will Yang Yi see Murphy's mail? This is still unknown. Now Yang Yi is teasing her daughter in a coffee shop!

"In other words, I want Wukong, who has a weapon at his hand, to East Sea Dragon Palace, does Xixi know the sea?" Yang Yi gestured. "It's very big, it's blue, it's all water!"

After listening to a Journey to the West story yesterday, the little guy was fascinated by the monkey that popped out of this stone, and he was entangled with his father all day to continue to tell the story of the monkey, even her favorite cartoons. Don't read it!

It ’s okay, noon, and no coffee visits from the coffee shop. Yang Yi told her daughter again.

"I've seen the sea! It's so big!" Xi Xi raised her small hands and said seriously, "I want to go back to my grandma's house and take a plane for a long time! Then there is the sea below. Fish! "

"Yes, Sun Wukong just ran into the sea and asked the Dragon King for a handy weapon!" Yang Yi said.

Xixi was puzzled. She asked: "Why can I go to the sea? Ma Ma said the sea is terrible! Xixi can't play in the sea."

"Of course, Xi Xi can't go to the sea to play, because Xi Xi hasn't learned to swim, but Sun Wukong will!" Yang Yi explained with a smile.

"Oh! Learn to swim!" Xi Xi nodded inexplicably.

After a while, Yang Yi finally said that Sun Wukong had a lot of trouble in East Sea Dragon Palace, and got the treasure of the Dragon Palace, Dinghai Shenzhen!

"That's a big and thick stick, but Sun Wukong can make it smaller, just as big as this stick in my father's hands!" In hand.

Xi Xi ran with interest, and asked her father to play with her. Of course, Xi Xi could grab it with both hands, but there was no way to wave the long grip. After all, she was still too small.

"This gold hoop stick weighs 13,500 pounds! Even if it becomes smaller, the weight does not change! It is almost as heavy as his father's two or three cars!" Yang Yi said, "but Sun Wukong is just right. Weigh his hand and hold it in his hand, he is a flurry of dancing. "

Xi Xi was thinking about how many two or three cars were at first, but soon, the little girl's attention was completely attracted by her father's performance.

I saw Yang Yi's mop stick in hand, made a standing stick to stand on the spot and looked back at the moon, then took a step back, patted the stick with his right hand to the ground, but volley again hooked with the heel to stop the football, just balance in the air properly !

Yang Yi's toes turned upside down, and the stick bounced into the air. He held his left hand on the middle of the stick, just the movement of his fingers and wrists. The stick spun like a windmill.

"Woooooooo!" The hollow stick played out the afterimage and the roaring wind!

"Wow!" Xi Xi exclaimed again and again, she couldn't see her big eyes without blinking, and her two small hands were lifted in the air, as if she had a stick in her hand, and also twisted unconsciously.

Yang Yi has certainly not studied monkey drama before, but he has always been Liu Xiao Ling Tong's die-hard fans, so I watched many videos of his performances. With his skills, it is naturally impossible to live like Liu Xiao Ling Tong, but it is no problem to imitate it a little and fool the daughter!

"That's it, Sun Wukong got his handy weapon, and East Sea Dragon Palace's dragon king, shrimp soldiers and crabs were also very happy to give this trickster away!" Yang Yi danced for a while, "Golden hoop stick", before Stop and finish the story.

But at this moment, the little girl can no longer listen to the story. She is full of little stars and admiringly admiring: "Baba is so powerful!"