Chapter 852
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Some people used words such as "deep and calm", "gentle and sad", "like the echo in the late night" to describe the characteristics of saxophone. The emotion contained in the music of the most familiar stranger seems to be flattened and stretched under the performance of saxophone, which is like a thread that entangles people's hearts!
Although Yang Yi began to play saxophone, teased his son, but he still can't bear to profane the music, playing affectionately.
Especially when he blows to the sentence "respective sorrow", he blows the raised tone like an electric current with a long and continuous trill, as if it can pierce people's souls!
Murphy closed her eyes and indulged in the sad music of saxophone, but even if she closed her eyes, her emotion could not be suppressed. Two lines of clear tears spread from her eyes.
Yang Yigang has just blown her body up and just turned back to see this scene.
What's the situation? Why did you cry?
Yang Yi quickly stopped talking, saxophone's voice suddenly stopped, instead he asked with concern: "wife, what's the matter with you? Why do you cry all of a sudden
"Can't I be moved by the music I played?" Yang Yi also joked, "do I sound so good? I'm not very good at it
Murphy rubbed her eyes and looked at the man who didn't understand the amorous feelings. She sat there sullently, with frowning moth eyebrows, wrinkled delicate nose, and slightly puffed pink cheeks, with the words "I'm very sad, waiting for comfort"!
Of course, Yang Yi can probably guess the source of Murphy's emotion. He puts down his saxophone and sits on the coffee table in front of Murphy. He looks at her with his eyes, and says with a gentle smile: "I told you that these songs are all based on my imagination. Don't you think about them? It expresses not my true feelings, but the emotions I have constructed out of thin air in order to write sad songs. "
Why doesn't Murphy understand this? If Yang Yi has changed her mind, Murphy doesn't know. However, she is a woman who needs a sense of security in her heart, and she can't help thinking wildly in her head.
She pursed her mouth, with a little nasal sound, and said stiffly, "I know That is, after reading these lyrics, I can't help but think of a lot of messy things
"What a mess?" Yang Yi asked.
"It's like you fell in love with others, just like you wrote in this song. If you don't know when to start, you don't love me..." Murphy said, her heart began to ache and her eyes turned red again.
Yang Yi looked distressed. She simply sat down beside Murphy and took her in her arms. She straddled on his lap. They were facing each other in this way, getting closer to each other.
Murphy was made a big red face by Yang Yi, and she didn't know where to go, not to mention the uncomfortable mood just now. Now she still turned her head to look at the small cot in one side of the crib. She was watching the movement with her big eyes. Although her vision was blocked by the armrest of the sofa, Murphy was still a little shy.
"My son is watching." Murphy said shyly.
"Leave him alone!" Yang Yi reached out and pinched Murphy's nose and said with a smile, "look at you, you can make yourself so embarrassed by your wishful thinking! Is that a fool? Say it yourself
"You still bully me!" Murphy found that she could not resist Yang Yi. She simply ignored everything, revealed her nature, and called out wrongly.
"Where are you bullied?" Yang Yi said with a smile.
"You twist my nose!" Murphy said angrily.
"It's not hard. If you pinch it gently, it's also called twisting."
"I don't care. When you love me, you kiss me. How can you pinch me Well... " Murphy was speechless.
After a while, she was released. Her lips were ruddy and crystal, and her face was as red as snow. Although she was still staring at Yang Yi angrily, her eyes, which seemed like joy or anger, seemed to be coming out of the water!
"Don't think about it, we're all right." Yang Yi held Murphy in her arms, let her head rest on her chest, and her lips warmed between her temples for a while, then she said slowly and leisurely.
"And after that?" Murphy, in fact, is still affected by the imagination just now, murmuring in a low voice.
"Of course, it's going to be better all the time! Writing songs is just writing songs. Does it have anything to do with reality? " Yang Yirou said.
After getting the answer that he wanted, Murphy's head rubbed against Yang Yi's chest and said nothing.
"I'll read you a poem. Do you remember the last time I said to you, 'to write new words, to say sorrow' Yang Yi asked with a smile.
"I don't remember." Murphy responds in a low voice.
"This is a poem written by a man named Xin Qiji in ancient times. The full text is like this: young people don't know what to worry about and fall in love with stories. Fall in love with the story, for the Fu new words strong say sad Yang Yi read with cadence.
"Well, you seem to have read one more sentence." Murphy sat up straight and said suspiciously.
"No, this is the name plate of this word. There is another sentence below: now that you know all about it, you still need to say it. If you want to say it's still off, but it's a cool autumn! " Yang Yi said, shaking her head.Murphy couldn't help but smile: "it's a cool autumn. It sounds so casual! It's like talking. "
"That's right. What this word means is that when I was young, I didn't know what sorrow was. I liked to go to high buildings and look at the distance, as if I could understand the taste of sorrow. And those who are far sighted and do not know how to worry are reluctant to say that they are worried in order to write a good work. Now, I've tasted all the sorrow. I can't say it. I can only say that it's a cool autumn Just like saying ordinary words, there is no rhyme at all. "
Yang Yi read a lot of them, then looked at Murphy's eyes with a smile, and said softly, "now these songs that I write are used to describe this kind of sad emotion, but just like what is said in this word, if people really come to this sad time, I'm afraid they can't write any works to express this emotion."
"I understand. I just, I was just a little bit affected by the mood of these songs, and suddenly I felt sad." Murphy took Yang Yi's hand, lowered her head and said, "but now I'm by your side, I know I haven't lost you, and I'm very happy. I know there's nothing like that!"
"Dangdangdang!" Yang Yi and Murphy's thoughts were interrupted by the movement nearby, and they turned to look at it.
At the crib, Xiaozhuo might have seen his father and mother ignore him. He was too lazy to continue to look at it. The little guy grabbed the toy in the crib and knocked up the guardrail of the crib rhythmically with his favorite plastic forklift.
It's like a prison break!
Yang Yi and Murphy take back their sight and look at each other with a smile. Murphy also comes down from Yang Yi's leg and takes care of her little son in the past.
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Some people used words such as "deep and calm", "gentle and sad", "like the echo in the late night" to describe the characteristics of saxophone. The emotion contained in the music of the most familiar stranger seems to be flattened and stretched under the performance of saxophone, which is like a thread that entangles people's hearts!
Although Yang Yi began to play saxophone, teased his son, but he still can't bear to profane the music, playing affectionately.
Especially when he blows to the sentence "respective sorrow", he blows the raised tone like an electric current with a long and continuous trill, as if it can pierce people's souls!
Murphy closed her eyes and indulged in the sad music of saxophone, but even if she closed her eyes, her emotion could not be suppressed. Two lines of clear tears spread from her eyes.
Yang Yigang has just blown her body up and just turned back to see this scene.
What's the situation? Why did you cry?
Yang Yi quickly stopped talking, saxophone's voice suddenly stopped, instead he asked with concern: "wife, what's the matter with you? Why do you cry all of a sudden
"Can't I be moved by the music I played?" Yang Yi also joked, "do I sound so good? I'm not very good at it
Murphy rubbed her eyes and looked at the man who didn't understand the amorous feelings. She sat there sullently, with frowning moth eyebrows, wrinkled delicate nose, and slightly puffed pink cheeks, with the words "I'm very sad, waiting for comfort"!
Of course, Yang Yi can probably guess the source of Murphy's emotion. He puts down his saxophone and sits on the coffee table in front of Murphy. He looks at her with his eyes, and says with a gentle smile: "I told you that these songs are all based on my imagination. Don't you think about them? It expresses not my true feelings, but the emotions I have constructed out of thin air in order to write sad songs. "
Why doesn't Murphy understand this? If Yang Yi has changed her mind, Murphy doesn't know. However, she is a woman who needs a sense of security in her heart, and she can't help thinking wildly in her head.
She pursed her mouth, with a little nasal sound, and said stiffly, "I know That is, after reading these lyrics, I can't help but think of a lot of messy things
"What a mess?" Yang Yi asked.
"It's like you fell in love with others, just like you wrote in this song. If you don't know when to start, you don't love me..." Murphy said, her heart began to ache and her eyes turned red again.
Yang Yi looked distressed. She simply sat down beside Murphy and took her in her arms. She straddled on his lap. They were facing each other in this way, getting closer to each other.
Murphy was made a big red face by Yang Yi, and she didn't know where to go, not to mention the uncomfortable mood just now. Now she still turned her head to look at the small cot in one side of the crib. She was watching the movement with her big eyes. Although her vision was blocked by the armrest of the sofa, Murphy was still a little shy.
"My son is watching." Murphy said shyly.
"Leave him alone!" Yang Yi reached out and pinched Murphy's nose and said with a smile, "look at you, you can make yourself so embarrassed by your wishful thinking! Is that a fool? Say it yourself
"You still bully me!" Murphy found that she could not resist Yang Yi. She simply ignored everything, revealed her nature, and called out wrongly.
"Where are you bullied?" Yang Yi said with a smile.
"You twist my nose!" Murphy said angrily.
"It's not hard. If you pinch it gently, it's also called twisting."
"I don't care. When you love me, you kiss me. How can you pinch me Well... " Murphy was speechless.
After a while, she was released. Her lips were ruddy and crystal, and her face was as red as snow. Although she was still staring at Yang Yi angrily, her eyes, which seemed like joy or anger, seemed to be coming out of the water!
"Don't think about it, we're all right." Yang Yi held Murphy in her arms, let her head rest on her chest, and her lips warmed between her temples for a while, then she said slowly and leisurely.
"And after that?" Murphy, in fact, is still affected by the imagination just now, murmuring in a low voice.
"Of course, it's going to be better all the time! Writing songs is just writing songs. Does it have anything to do with reality? " Yang Yirou said.
After getting the answer that he wanted, Murphy's head rubbed against Yang Yi's chest and said nothing.
"I'll read you a poem. Do you remember the last time I said to you, 'to write new words, to say sorrow' Yang Yi asked with a smile.
"I don't remember." Murphy responds in a low voice.
"This is a poem written by a man named Xin Qiji in ancient times. The full text is like this: young people don't know what to worry about and fall in love with stories. Fall in love with the story, for the Fu new words strong say sad Yang Yi read with cadence.
"Well, you seem to have read one more sentence." Murphy sat up straight and said suspiciously.
"No, this is the name plate of this word. There is another sentence below: now that you know all about it, you still need to say it. If you want to say it's still off, but it's a cool autumn! " Yang Yi said, shaking her head.Murphy couldn't help but smile: "it's a cool autumn. It sounds so casual! It's like talking. "
"That's right. What this word means is that when I was young, I didn't know what sorrow was. I liked to go to high buildings and look at the distance, as if I could understand the taste of sorrow. And those who are far sighted and do not know how to worry are reluctant to say that they are worried in order to write a good work. Now, I've tasted all the sorrow. I can't say it. I can only say that it's a cool autumn Just like saying ordinary words, there is no rhyme at all. "
Yang Yi read a lot of them, then looked at Murphy's eyes with a smile, and said softly, "now these songs that I write are used to describe this kind of sad emotion, but just like what is said in this word, if people really come to this sad time, I'm afraid they can't write any works to express this emotion."
"I understand. I just, I was just a little bit affected by the mood of these songs, and suddenly I felt sad." Murphy took Yang Yi's hand, lowered her head and said, "but now I'm by your side, I know I haven't lost you, and I'm very happy. I know there's nothing like that!"
"Dangdangdang!" Yang Yi and Murphy's thoughts were interrupted by the movement nearby, and they turned to look at it.
At the crib, Xiaozhuo might have seen his father and mother ignore him. He was too lazy to continue to look at it. The little guy grabbed the toy in the crib and knocked up the guardrail of the crib rhythmically with his favorite plastic forklift.
It's like a prison break!
Yang Yi and Murphy take back their sight and look at each other with a smile. Murphy also comes down from Yang Yi's leg and takes care of her little son in the past.
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Some people used words such as "deep and calm", "gentle and sad", "like the echo in the late night" to describe the characteristics of saxophone. The emotion contained in the music of the most familiar stranger seems to be flattened and stretched under the performance of saxophone, which is like a thread that entangles people's hearts! Although Yang Yi began to play saxophone, teased his son, but he still can't bear to profane the music, playing affectionately. Especially when he blows to the sentence "respective sorrow", he blows the raised tone like an electric current with a long and continuous trill, as if it can pierce people's souls! Murphy closed her eyes and indulged in the sad music of saxophone, but even if she closed her eyes, her emotion could not be suppressed. Two lines of clear tears spread from her eyes. Yang Yigang has just blown her body up and just turned back to see this scene. What's the situation? Why did you cry? Yang Yi quickly stopped talking, saxophone's voice suddenly stopped, instead he asked with concern: "wife, what's the matter with you? Why do you cry all of a sudden "Can't I be moved by the music I played?" Yang Yi also joked, "do I sound so good? I'm not very good at it Murphy rubbed her eyes and looked at the man who didn't understand the amorous feelings. She sat there sullently, with frowning moth eyebrows, wrinkled delicate nose, and slightly puffed pink cheeks, with the words "I'm very sad, waiting for comfort"! Of course, Yang Yi can probably guess the source of Murphy's emotion. He puts down his saxophone and sits on the coffee table in front of Murphy. He looks at her with his eyes, and says with a gentle smile: "I told you that these songs are all based on my imagination. Don't you think about them? It expresses not my true feelings, but the emotions I have constructed out of thin air in order to write sad songs. " Why doesn't Murphy understand this? If Yang Yi has changed her mind, Murphy doesn't know. However, she is a woman who needs a sense of security in her heart, and she can't help thinking wildly in her head. She pursed her mouth, with a little nasal sound, and said stiffly, "I know That is, after reading these lyrics, I can't help but think of a lot of messy things "What a mess?" Yang Yi asked. "It's like you fell in love with others, just like you wrote in this song. If you don't know when to start, you don't love me..." Murphy said, her heart began to ache and her eyes turned red again. Yang Yi looked distressed. She simply sat down beside Murphy and took her in her arms. She straddled on his lap. They were facing each other in this way, getting closer to each other. Murphy was made a big red face by Yang Yi, and she didn't know where to go, not to mention the uncomfortable mood just now. Now she still turned her head to look at the small cot in one side of the crib. She was watching the movement with her big eyes. Although her vision was blocked by the armrest of the sofa, Murphy was still a little shy. "My son is watching." Murphy said shyly. "Leave him alone!" Yang Yi reached out and pinched Murphy's nose and said with a smile, "look at you, you can make yourself so embarrassed by your wishful thinking! Is that a fool? Say it yourself "You still bully me!" Murphy found that she could not resist Yang Yi. She simply ignored everything, revealed her nature, and called out wrongly. "Where are you bullied?" Yang Yi said with a smile. "You twist my nose!" Murphy said angrily. "It's not hard. If you pinch it gently, it's also called twisting." "I don't care. When you love me, you kiss me. How can you pinch me Well... " Murphy was speechless. After a while, she was released. Her lips were ruddy and crystal, and her face was as red as snow. Although she was still staring at Yang Yi angrily, her eyes, which seemed like joy or anger, seemed to be coming out of the water! "Don't think about it, we're all right." Yang Yi held Murphy in her arms, let her head rest on her chest, and her lips warmed between her temples for a while, then she said slowly and leisurely. "And after that?" Murphy, in fact, is still affected by the imagination just now, murmuring in a low voice. "Of course, it's going to be better all the time! Writing songs is just writing songs. Does it have anything to do with reality? " Yang Yirou said. After getting the answer that he wanted, Murphy's head rubbed against Yang Yi's chest and said nothing. "I'll read you a poem. Do you remember the last time I said to you, 'to write new words, to say sorrow' Yang Yi asked with a smile. "I don't remember." Murphy responds in a low voice. "This is a poem written by a man named Xin Qiji in ancient times. The full text is like this: young people don't know what to worry about and fall in love with stories. Fall in love with the story, for the Fu new words strong say sad Yang Yi read with cadence. "Well, you seem to have read one more sentence." Murphy sat up straight and said suspiciously. "No, this is the name plate of this word. There is another sentence below: now that you know all about it, you still need to say it. If you want to say it's still off, but it's a cool autumn! " Yang Yi said, shaking her head.Murphy couldn't help but smile: "it's a cool autumn. It sounds so casual! It's like talking. " "That's right. What this word means is that when I was young, I didn't know what sorrow was. I liked to go to high buildings and look at the distance, as if I could understand the taste of sorrow. And those who are far sighted and do not know how to worry are reluctant to say that they are worried in order to write a good work. Now, I've tasted all the sorrow. I can't say it. I can only say that it's a cool autumn Just like saying ordinary words, there is no rhyme at all. " Yang Yi read a lot of them, then looked at Murphy's eyes with a smile, and said softly, "now these songs that I write are used to describe this kind of sad emotion, but just like what is said in this word, if people really come to this sad time, I'm afraid they can't write any works to express this emotion." "I understand. I just, I was just a little bit affected by the mood of these songs, and suddenly I felt sad." Murphy took Yang Yi's hand, lowered her head and said, "but now I'm by your side, I know I haven't lost you, and I'm very happy. I know there's nothing like that!" "Dangdangdang!" Yang Yi and Murphy's thoughts were interrupted by the movement nearby, and they turned to look at it. At the crib, Xiaozhuo might have seen his father and mother ignore him. He was too lazy to continue to look at it. The little guy grabbed the toy in the crib and knocked up the guardrail of the crib rhythmically with his favorite plastic forklift. It's like a prison break! Yang Yi and Murphy take back their sight and look at each other with a smile. Murphy also comes down from Yang Yi's leg and takes care of her little son in the past. www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
