House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 135: It ’s still not hot (3/3, add more blueberry sauce for Allied God)


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Murphy stood on the balcony, looking at the Grand Canal with only a few lights on the shore. The night wind blew her hair out, but she did n’t care, just thinking silently. Worry.

Suddenly, a weight came over her shoulders, and a coat draped over her shoulders, which was blown a little by Jiang Feng. Murphy looked back and saw Yang Yi's angular face.

Although carrying light, he is still so familiar and handsome.

"Why don't you rest?" Yang Yi walked to Murphy's side, also leaning on the railing and leaning leisurely.

"Can't sleep, maybe you have a great time playing the piano today?" Murphy smiled slightly and said.

Two people are together, and it is easy to appear cold. Yang Yi is not a person who is good at chatting with others, but rather good at listening. And Murphy was also an out-of-group person, both of whom were dull, said, and suddenly calmed down, and the atmosphere was awkward.

After a while, Murphy seemed to have made up his mind and said to Yang Yi: "Do you know about my new album?"

Yang Yi hesitated for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

New album? Which new album? Was it the previous comeback album? Or is it the new album you are preparing now?

If it is the latter, Yang Yi feels that if he is not Mu Ziang, it is difficult to get the news that Murphy is going to prepare a new album.

"The situation is bad?" Yang Yi hesitated and chose the former.

Murphy nodded, his expression still calm, but there was bitterness deep in his voice: "It's the worst selling album since my debut ..."

Yang Yi was silent for a while before saying: "It can be seen that you have been under a lot of pressure in the past two months."

However, Murphy did n’t want to complain to him. She had long been accustomed to a person to bear, and then carried forward with weight. I saw Murphy calmly said to Yang Yi: "Now there is a chance, my fans wrote me a song, which is very good. If I don't say his name, you might be hard to guess who he is!"

"..."

Yang Yi's appearance is not fluctuating, but she is crying and laughing: "It's me! Am I still guessing?"

However, Murphy looked at the expressionless Yang Yi, but she was upset. She had been worried about this question before: "Are you angry?"

"Ah?" Murphy asked the question dumbly, and Yang Yi was confused.

Murphy pursed her lips and whispered, "You are angry!"

"What?" Yang Yi is now a question mark on his head, just like being dragged by a line, he goes out in a row.

Murphy felt wronged. She didn't show it, but whispered: "Don't care so much! Although he is a male fan, he said that he just wrote me because he likes my voice. Song! Moreover, he is also the songwriter of the song "You haven't seen it for a long time" sung by Chen Yijie you like, Muzi Ang! "

"Muzi Ang?" Yang Yi pretended to be surprised, and then smiled, "How can I care if he writes a song for you? This is a good thing!"

Yang Yi is also worried about Murphy thinking, "help" to persuade Murphy: "Mu Ziang wrote a good song, such a powerful person writes a song for you, you should be happy! Your next album must be You can sell platinum like Chen Yijie! "

Murphy was a little confused by her own thoughts and Yang Yi's reaction.

Not right! Shouldn't Yang Yi care?

Murphy remembers that shortly after telling Yang Yi that she was coming back, she participated in a show and sang a song with other male singers. As a result, she sent Xi Xi to play with her father on the weekend, and Yang Yi was black. His face is more fierce than his usual stiff face!

"The song he wrote to me, the lyrics may be a bit ambiguous!" Murphy hesitated and said it very honestly.

Murphy said that, and Yang Yi had to follow her words and asked, "How ambiguous?"

"I sing to you, but please do n’t care, he said that these songs were not written for me, but for the woman he loves, just because it suits me to sing, so I hope I can It sings well! "Murphy beat the drum and gave Yang Yi a vaccination first.

Yang Yi nodded her head lightly, he was still looking forward to it, wondering how Murphy would sing the song he prepared for her.

"As I was defenseless, And quite careless ..."

In the gentle night breeze, Murphy's ethereal voice gently rose, like the nightingale in Chekhov's pen:

"... When the singer lifted Ying Ying's beak and whispered, making the whole wood resound with its crisp and sweet singing voice, even the accompaniment band was so excited that they forgot to play, and they all held their breath. Listen. The power and tenderness in the singing of Nightingale ... "

Yang Yi listened with almost breathlessness. Her eyes fell on Murphy's face, but she didn't seem to have the focus, and she seemed so focused that Murphy was a little nervous.

Finally, she finished a sing.

Murphy couldn't help it, she asked Yang Yi: "What do you think?"

"Ah?" Yang Yi recovered, and subconsciously said, "Nice, but there are a few sentences that haven't been dealt with."

"Huh?" Murphy was also confused by Yang Yi's answer.

"For example, you sing a little bit of the phrase" from my world, there is no news ", I think it may be better to listen to a fast pace. And," Although you and I are strangers and passers-by, We could feel each other, a look, a heartbeat. Did you find it has a rhythm in this passage? You need to sing this rhythm ... "Yang Yi compared Murphy's singing with the original, there are really many difference.

Although Murphy's singing has a more bland and sentimental charm than the original singing, Murphy has not been polished many times yet in details!

Murphy was intrigued by Yang Yi. She pulled Yang Yi and asked Yang Yi to sing what she just mentioned to let her feel how the rhythm should change.

In the end, Murphy still had to be convinced by Yang Yi ’s interpretation of the original vocal. She sighed: "You are still very talented in music! It ’s a pity that your voice has problems and you have n’t opened your voice. , Will not sound correctly and breathe rhythm! "

"Start tomorrow, you have to practice with me!" Murphy said seriously, "I want to teach you to sing!"

Yang Yi understands his weaknesses. In his last life, he was ruined in his throat. The voice of his speech was like sandpaper rubbing, so he never thought of learning to sing. In this life, the predecessor was even less likely to learn these.

"Good is good, but Xixi still has to teach the sword this morning!" Yang Yi scratched her head.

"You have to wait for her to get up, we have practiced back before she got up!" Murphy said, "I want to run with you, and then practice sound!"

I finally found something that two people can do together!

Wait, Murphy realized at this time that he was off topic!

"No, I asked you, what do you think of this song?"

"Very good! Muzi Ang wrote a good song, and you sang better!" Yang Yi praised.

"I don't mean this!" Murphy stomped anxiously, and said, "Don't you think this lyrics is ambiguous? But you must not care, because Mu Ziang said all these songs for him. Written by the beloved woman, so do n’t misunderstand! If you do n’t believe me, I can show you his email ... "

Do you want to see it? This is all written by us!

Yang Yi was crying and laughing because of this straight girl. He simply pressed Murphy's shoulders with his hands over his jacket, and pulled her body towards herself, watching her with a panicked look. Slightly smiled and said: "Listen, Comrade Murphy, I tell you, I really don't care!"

"Mu Ziang writes songs for you, I am very happy! And you sing to me, I am also more happy! I hope you can continue to work hard and sing happily on your stage! So, feel free to use it "Yang Yi looked at Murphy gently.

"Um ..." Murphy was also in his early sevens, but in front of Yang Yi, he was as petite as a bird, and was looked at by the "overbearing" of Yang Yi. She couldn't help but blush. .

Suddenly, as if it was cold again, the balcony was quiet. But the atmosphere becomes a little bit more ... ……

Yang Yi forgot to let go. Murphy's delicate and purple-white lisianthus in front of her eyes, her eyes like a deer dodge, her lips slightly like petals, which made him inevitably dry.

I was already in a hurry, but I was terrified and disturbed the lady.

"I ..."

"You ..."

For a long time, the two spoke out almost simultaneously.

"You speak first." Yang Yi said.

"I want to go back to bed, so sleepy!" Murphy's voice was silky, she lowered her head, not daring to look at Yang Yi's burning eyes.

"Well, I mean the same thing." Although Yang Yi was a little lost, she immediately released her hand and said softly, "It's not early, you should rest, and you still want to get up tomorrow."

Murphy lowered her head a little bit shyly and went to the living room, but stopped again and turned her head. She looked at Yang Yi and bit her lower lip: "Thank you tonight!"

I do n’t know if she said thank you Yang Yi for the coat she wore, or thank you Yang Yi for her understanding?


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