House Dad’s Literary Life

"Drips..."

On this day, from the morning, it was dark clouds, sheltering the sky, and the heavy rain in the morning. In the afternoon, it stopped for a little while, but not long after, it was raining and pattering outside. Like a crystal bead curtain hanging from the eaves of a coffee shop, and dripping on the dark green lawn.

Contrary to the pale rain in the heavens and the earth, the coffee shop is very warm, a chandelier exudes a pale yellow warm light, and the original cool, lonely air is very warm.

I like the rain very much, and she squats on the deck of the window, staring at the big eyes, watching the rain outside the autumn wind, and it is very fascinating.

From the back, the long hair that is smooth and soft like a satin hangs over the thin waist, and the little girl holding the chin seems to be thinking about the narrow version of the goddess of thought. She looks out the window and always makes the man care for her. What kind of distance is she thinking about?

Of course, the little girl just likes to watch the rain!

Dad didn't allow her to wear a rain boots and step on the water outside. He could only watch it quietly inside.

Yang Lan took back his sight from his daughter. He looked at Ding Xiang, who was opening a coffee can to check if the coffee beans in the container were damp: "Well? What did you just tell me?"

Ding Xiang had just checked the coffee beans and spoke to Yang Lan, but Yang Xiaoguang looked at his daughter, and he was also fascinated by the words of Ding Xiang.

"Yang Da Ge, I mean, Murphy sister seems to be very hot recently! The roommates in our dormitory are discussing her." Ding Xiang smiled. "But I didn't dare to tell them that I want to keep Murphy sister secret!"

Yang Lan took a note paper and a ballpoint pen on the bar, wrote with interest a sentence that she had just thought of, and asked casually: "Yes? What is it about?"

"You sit by the window and watch the rain, and the people who watch the rain look at you in the back. The moon has decorated your window, and you have lighted the lives of others." Yang Lan wrote it and looked at it quite comfortably.

This is a poem that he changed according to this situation. The original is called, and of course it is also very famous. There is no need to introduce more. However, Yang Lan wanted to name the poem he changed.

Obviously, the new name is far worse than the original name, so Yang Lan did not write it. He just appreciated the four lines he wrote and smashed it into a trash can next to it.

"I’m talking about Murphy’s new song! They said that Murphy’s sister used to be very good. Then, it’s not going to work. Murphy’s sister is very difficult. Then there are new songs. They think that Murphy’s sister has hope and fires. !" Ding Xiang said.

"Your roommate, they also watched TV?" Yang Lan raised interest.

"No, they just read some reports on the Internet, and then said, but some students in our class watched the replay, and they also went to learn the songs of Murphy's sister. They all said that it was written by Muzi, that is not Yang. Big brother, are you?" Ding Xiang said.

Yang Hao nodded and Ding Xiang knew his other identity. There is no need to hide it.

"I think that the first one is very nice. I don't know when Murphy's sister will release a new album. When Yang Da Ge, you will definitely get the dish? Then I can put this song in the store, the guests. I will definitely like it." Ding Xiang said that he was excited and he sipped a few words.

Although most of the time, the audio equipment in the store is used by Yang Lan, but if Yang Lan is not in the store, Ding Xiang is also going to give the guests some soothing music, so gradually, Ding Xiang also learned to enjoy the music.

However, she will sing and run, and it is the bizarre running of funny video...

Listening to Ding Xiang’s runaway, Yang Hao’s forehead appeared a few black lines.

"Cough!" Yang Yu transferred the topic, "Ding Xiang, there are not a few guests today, you should not be here, hurry and go back to rest!"

When it wasn't raining, there were still a few students coming over to drink coffee and study. The coffee shop had a good environment and was warmer than the library. But now it is raining again, where are the guests?

"No, I don't have to go to class this weekend. I can read books at the coffee shop, and I can help you with Yang Da Ge, who are suddenly coming to the door." Ding Xiang smiled.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao!

On a rainy day, there were really guests who came to the door in the rain. Ding Xiang had a mouthful, and Yang Xiaocai saw a slightly embarrassing figure outside the door, gradually clearing in the rain.

Leaving the umbrella, the man pushed open the glass door and walked in.

Although the door opened quickly and closed, but the cold wind of the moment came in, so that the curfew sitting next to it could not help but chill.

“Hello! Welcome!” Ding Xiang greeted the guests with due diligence.

The man was a middle-aged man in a neat woolen suit. He was nearly fifty years old when he was in his fifties. After picking up the jazz hat, he showed most of the white hair, but the wrinkles on his face were not obvious. The face is very good.

"Hello." He gently nodded to Ding Xiang, and then began to ask the menu for coffee.

I was not very interested in the things of the grown-ups. After seeing people curiously, I turned back to the head and continued to look out the window with relish. However, I don't know if it was just blown away by the wind that opened the door. The little girl sneezed softly.

"Auntie..." The voice is not big. Yang Lan is watching the coming person. The ear is also the dialogue between Ding Xiang and the other party. He did not pay attention to it, and he also licked his nose and didn't care.

"Then click on this St. Doss, the trouble is a little warm, the weather is a bit too cold." The whispered to Ding Xiang, his accent is obviously not a local, but there are many foreigners in the university town. Yang Lan did not ask the bottom.

Ding Xiang nodded quickly, she took out the coffee beans from the coffee pot, shaken the hand mill, and began to grind the coffee beans.

During the waiting process, the people looked at Yang Lan next to him. Perhaps they thought of Yang Lan as the same guest as himself. They also nodded at the friendly location of Yang Lan.

However, when he curiously looked at the decoration in the store, he did not accidentally see the piano placed next to him, and his eyes burst into the eyes.

"This is, this is Theodore?" It seems a little unbelievable. A worthy Theodore grand piano will be placed in a seemingly inconspicuous coffee shop, and can't help but walk up and look carefully. I also took off my gloves and reached out to touch the logo on the piano. It seemed to identify the authenticity of the piano.

After recognizing that it was really Theodore, he looked around at the coffee shop and seemed to be evaluating the environment as a bit bad.

Yang Hao did not care, he looked at the other side, he took his eyes back.

Feel free to touch, anyway, such a heavy piano, it is impossible to get rid of under his own eyes, of course, the other party should also look like a thief.