House Dad’s Literary Life

When he was learning piano with his father, Murphy took him to the second floor in order to prevent Xiaoxiao from disturbing his sister’s practice. He also played games with the little guys to learn the pronunciation of the pictures. Speak, but in the way of games, Xiao Yan still likes it!

It is worth mentioning that although the sound insulation of the room is good, but because the location of the porch is just above the bedroom of Murphy and Yang Lan, there are occasionally some "magic sounds" that are played by the pipa. Come up.

I don't know how long it took, Murphy changed a new card, but couldn't help but listen.

"Watermelon, it's a watermelon..." Xiao Yan said with great interest.

But my mother doesn't seem to be moving?

Xiao Yan looked at her mother in confusion, and the small body flew forward. The small arm of the flesh sticked out, and the palm pressed against the card in the mother's hand, pointing at the red tomato, saying in his tender voice. : "It's watermelon! Ma Ma, watermelon!"

Murphy returned to God. She put the cards away, then smiled and licked the head of Xiao Xiao, and said, "Let's wait and play again. It seems like playing the piano. Let's listen to the piano, right? it is good?"

There was a faint piano sound from the downstairs, the rhythm was light, the melody was beautiful, and the connection was seamless. Obviously, this beginner can pop up!

When Murphy first recognized it, he still felt very strange. Why did Yang Hao play the piano himself? Not practicing now?

But Murphy is a person who likes music. After listening carefully for a while, she left her question aside and couldn't help but listen carefully to Yang's song.

Xiao Yan didn't feel that he was neglected. He listened to his mother saying that he would go downstairs, and immediately grabbed the sheets happily, slipped out of bed, and stretched his hand to his mother. He couldn't wait to go downstairs with his mother.

Yang Lan has finished the story. He is playing "Alice in the air" with his fingers flying. He hears the movement behind him in his ear. He blindly plays and looks back.

Murphy and Yang Lan looked at each other and the warm smiles of the two men reflected each other.

They don't know too much about each other's personality and preferences. Yang Lan doesn't need to speak, and doesn't need to make any arrangements. He just plays the piano more vigorously because he knows that Murphy likes to listen to him playing new ones. song.

Murphy also stood quietly, not thinking about taking a chair to sit down, because she was reluctant to make a little noise, to disturb Yang Lan playing a wonderful piano piece she had never heard before!

However, I saw that my brother had come over. She couldn’t continue to listen with humility like her mother. Instead, she smiled and waved with her brother and shouted: "Brother, come here!"

Xiao Yan was pulled down by her sister and pulled into her own chair. Although the pants were pulled down by the chair, she showed a white buttock, but Xiao Xiao only grabbed it and did not pull the pants at all. I looked at my sister with a smile.

There is not much left in "To Alice", and Yang Lan will soon be finished. He gently retracted his hand and then smiled and asked: "Do you want to continue?"

Some of the squats were stunned. She held her brother’s shoulder with one arm to prevent him from falling, and said to her mother slyly: "Ma Ma, I told you, oh, play with me." There is a very magical story..."

Murphy was a bit strict. She erected a finger and slammed it. She interrupted the sly story and said softly: "You can't talk when you give you a class!"

Hey, a little depressed, pouted a small mouth.

When Yang Hao saw it, he smiled and pulled a low-pitched mood. He said, "Learning the piano, sometimes it is not just a pure music piece that plays the piano. We also use the piano to accompany it, just like the previous mother opened a concert. That way, Dad will also go on stage to play with his mother! Or you can sing and sing, which is also very interesting! Now there is still some time from five o'clock, hey, Dad will show you a song again, okay?"

After rubbing her eyes, she suddenly came to the spirit. She nodded with her father with interest and said, "Okay! I want to hear and sing!"

"That's coming! This song is called "Snail". It is the singer who wants to learn piano too!" Yang Lan almost learned the tone of the previous week's public announcement and said it was a melon cow. Nod, then the right hand is pressed on the keys first, and the prelude is gently bounced.

Although there is no chord matching, but Yang Hao’s treatment shows a clear and gentle melody to 曦曦 and Murphy. Just like a clean sky, there is a bird in the heart that starts to fly in the melody and begins to Dancing under the blue sky.

After the prelude, Yang Lan’s left hand began to bounce the chords, but the **** was soft and the piano sounded slower. He sang softly: “There should be a heavy shell, looking for a blue sky, with light The light wind is gently floating, and the wounds do not feel pain..."

Dad started to sing, and he began to listen carefully.

However, Xiao Xiao estimated that the **** was exposed a little outside, a little uncomfortable, and started to move a little, but he did not have the strength of his sister, and he held him firmly in his arms, not letting him disturb his father singing. I can’t move it...

Yang Lan turned his head and his fingers were still playing precisely, and the **** of the force was also pushing the melody of the piano to the peak. He gently gestured to the squat, his brow gently picking up, and sang gently with a smile: "I have to climb up step by step, waiting for the sun to quietly look at its face, a small day. There are big dreams, heavy shells wrapped in lightly looking up..."

This song, originally a piano accompaniment, Yang Lan deliberately took it out, of course, because the lyrics of this song are very suitable for the mood of this time, although Yang Lan will not continue to talk a lot about the boring theory. But all his expectations are contained in this simple lyric.

You should be able to understand, because the little girl’s eyes are very focused on watching Dad, and she can listen to it seriously! Of course, regardless of whether you can understand it, Yang Lan saw the little girl gently shook his head and listened, and the little face was filled with a happy smile.

In the music, she can experience happiness in listening to songs with her father, mother, and brother. I think I will like music more in the future. Is there any motivation for interest?

Yang Lan sang over and over again, singing to the back, Murphy can laugh and sing with Yang Lan!

However, at this time, the doorbell in the living room suddenly rang! The buns that had just been on the side did not know when they ran to the door and shook their tails to look outside.

Don't guess, Yang Lan knows that Lan Xin is coming! She is waiting outside the yard to open the door!

"I am going to open the door to Xiner!" He still couldn't sit still. She giggled and left Xiaoxiao in the chair. She squatted down and walked lightly, as if she had run out like a gust of wind.

In fact, the iron gate to open the yard does not need to run out, the remote control can be, but he still greeted.

Yang Lan’s playing couldn’t help but stagnate. He and Murphy looked at each other. The two couldn’t help but smile and shook their heads.

Outside, there was a voice of dialogue between Lan and Lan Xin.

"I am playing songs for me! Then I am numb and my brother is also..." He said happily to Lan Xin.

"What is a sugar pigeon? Is it delicious?" Lan Xin asked inexplicably.

"Oh, no, it's playing the piano, then I will sing too!" He explained quickly.

Without waiting for Lan Xin to open, he smiled happily and said: "Hey, Xiner, I told you, I will sing soon! You listen!"

"I have to climb up step by step, hehe, hehe... Hey, I have forgotten the lyrics!" The little girl really sang, but behind her, she was naughty.

Lan Xin’s voice has appeared at the door of the villa: “But, but Yang’s father didn’t cook for dinner? What about our dinner?”