House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 149: What is your favorite song (2/3)

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The coffee is still beautiful? Murphy was unheard of, and when she finished, she stood up from the stool.

"This cup of coffee is specially made for you." Yang Yi, holding the tray in his hand, pointed to the coffee that had been placed on the small table and smiled slightly.

When Murphy looked at it, the light brown coffee in the white smooth coffee cup was about to overflow, and the more eye-catching thing was the milk foam floating on it, layered on top of it, like the waves of the lake, but it turned out Condensed a beautiful heart!

A big heart, almost stuffing the coffee cup!

"How did this come about!" Murphy was the first time he saw coffee and could still play like this, as if no one in the world really thought about using milk foam to play on coffee!

"It's just milk froth, and ..." Yang Yi explained, and gestured with both hands. He didn't know that Murphy actually didn't care about the production process, she just asked in surprise.

However, Xi Xi is very popular. The little girl forgot to drink with her baby bottle in her hands. She looked at her dad with two big eyes and could n’t help but marvel: “It ’s amazing!”

Murphy pursed her lips and looked at Yang Yi seriously, rejoicing in her heart but unwilling to admit it, secretly whispering, "There are so many patterns, and I don't think it's too nasty! Hey, I'm still not a little bit in front of Xi Xi I feel embarrassed! "

"I really want to drink it, Baba, can you give Xixi a little more? Just drink a little!" Xixi looked at such a beautiful coffee and moved again. She thought it was because she looked good and forgot The bitterness of drinking coffee before!

"Ask your mother! This cup of coffee belongs to your mother!" Yang Yi smiled and raised her eyebrows at her daughter.

Murphy is actually quite reluctant to give up, that heart is like a piece of art, where can I be willing to destroy it?

"I haven't had a sip yet!" Murphy whispered, only Yang Yi could hear it.

But where is Murphy's selfish mother? I saw that she hesitated, but still couldn't bear her daughter's pitiful little eyes, and the small appearance of begging at the small table, she reached out and moved the coffee cup to her daughter.

"Okay, you can only taste it! Children can't drink coffee," Murphy said.

"Hee hee, then try it!" Xi Xi smiled and smiled, she stretched out her slender index finger and gestured playfully.

However, Xi Xi leaned over her small mouth and took a sip at the edge of the cup. Suddenly, the little girl's brow furrowed.

"Bah ... not good! Bitter ..." Xi Xi's mouth was still covered with milk foam, as if she had a white beard, it was funny, especially with a small face, the girl was pitiful Yang Yi and Murphy should be amused by the funny look.

This cup of cappuccino is actually not particularly bitter. After all, Yang Yi added milk and sugar, and adjusted it to Murphy's taste! But who made Xixi have the painful experience of drinking plain coffee before? The bitter taste of this tongue has awakened the memories of the time ...

Xi Xi kept the distance away from this coffee, and when Dad wiped her mouth with a tissue, she also said to her dad: "I don't drink coffee anymore, Baba is really bad, lie to Xi Xi! Hum!"

"It's obviously what you want to drink!" Yang Yi wanted to squeeze the nose of this little girl who gave her father the debt, and she shunned her dexterously, and then smirked while drinking her sweet milk Laughing.

Xixi stopped drinking coffee, but she took a sip, but it destroyed the shape of the original milk foam, her heart was crooked, and there was another point that became sharp.

Murphy looked helpless, but he could n’t complain about his daughter!

However, the coffee is still delicious. Murphy took a sip, and the thick milky flavor diluted the bitterness of the coffee. The aftertaste seemed to be a bit sweet.

Xi Xi went to play by herself, Yang Yi turned her head, looked at Murphy, and asked with a smile: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Murphy did not deliberately debase her deliberately, she nodded her head gently, and said, "It tastes good, and it tastes better after adding milk."

"Then I will add milk to you next time!" Yang Yi took a small note in her heart.

......

"Among these twelve songs, which one do you like best?"

Most of the two people can still chat with music. Yang Yi stood on the side of the shelf and listened to Murphy playing the piano comfortably. The two also chatted one after another.

"Which song do you like best?" Murphy asked back.

Yang Yi scratched her head, pretending not to care much and said, "«You Exist in My Song»."

Of course, I like this song the most, which is too in line with his experience with Murphy!

"Actually this one! Guess which one I like the most?" Murphy then asked.

"Well ... «You Exist in My Song»?" Yang Yi said expectantly.

"I said that it actually happened, do you still think I like this song the most?" Murphy snorted, then turned to look at Yang Yi's eyes as if to say: Are you an idiot?

Because he knew it was a song written by "Mu Zi Ang" for the person he liked, Murphy didn't even apply the story of himself and Yang Yi.

Yang Yi is still a little lost. He also hopes that Murphy likes the songs he deliberately picked out for her!

"My favorite is «Xiao Yao Sighs»!" Murphy gave Yang Yi an unexpected answer. (Note 1)

"«Xiao Yao Sighs»? Do you actually like this song? Isn't this song a bit challenging for you?" Yang Yi asked in surprise.

Yeah, this song is basically similar to a poem. Long lyrics, rhythmical sentences, and smooth, simple and clear melody, even those who do n’t understand the singing skills, can also use this song. Sing very well!

"Because the lyrics of this song are well written!" Murphy said with emotion, "I have never seen such antique lyrics, yes, you told me what Chinese style was before!"

"Look at this sentence 'Self-deprecating and endlessly grievous, heroic, grievous, and sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful. "Sigh." Murphy said crepitly.

It makes sense to say so!

The reason why Yang Yi likes this song is that he also writes its lyrics well. He seems to be able to see the fluttering snow and the love between the rivers and lakes, but he is overwhelmed by time.

"I still prefer this melodic song to the song that sings emotions with skill, but the lyrics have profound meaning!" Murphy said, and she was also interested in preparing a song to sing to Yang Yi listens.

But at this moment, Xi Xi ran over and kicked, shouting: "Baba, Baba! There is a strange grandpa at the door!"

(Note 1, «Xiao Yao Sighs»'s original singing is Hu Ge, but the female version is pretty good, if you are interested, you can go to Yun Music to search for Xu Wei's version.)