House Dad’s Literary Life

It was dark at night, and although the street was brightly lit, it was still a cold wind, and it was so flustered.

The car is warmer, Guo Ziyi and Ding Xiang are sitting in the back seat, waiting for Yang Lan, but I don't know when to start, the two people's solitude seems a bit embarrassing.

"Cough, this, Ding Xiangjie! The man who sings, do you know?" Guo Ziyi suddenly asked, slightly breaking the stiff atmosphere.

"Well, I used to work here and listened to him singing a lot of songs." Ding Xiang nodded. "Later, he and his girlfriend also came to Yang's shop, so I know it."

"Hey, I thought it was the boy you like, haha, people have a girlfriend at home!" Guo Ziyi said with a flutter, he also put his elbow on top Ding Xiang.

Ding Xiang stunned a bit, did not sigh a bit of Guo Ziyi, pushed him away: "Go and go, don't move the foot, guess what? His girlfriend is our school counselor."

There was a slap in the air. Suddenly, the door was opened and Yang Lan came in from the front driver's seat.

"Yang Da Ge, have all the things solved?" Guo Ziyi asked curiously.

"Well, I solved it." Yang Hao nodded. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. He did not hurry to start the car. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the bar door.

"Then, that Lin Muan, Yang Da Ge, have you rescued him?"

Yang Lan glanced at him in the rearview mirror and said faintly: "Reassure, no one will be embarrassed again."

"Da Yang, why are we still not going?" Ding Xiang asked inexplicably.

"Because you can't drive, I have a drink with Yang, and I can't drive while drinking. Have you heard of it?" Guo Ziyi tweeted Ding Xiang.

"Ah? What can I do?" Ding Xiang looked at Guo Ziyi in a stupid way.

"Don't listen to him nonsense, I will drink something, don't get in the way. Now I'm waiting for someone, just leave!" Yang Lan still looked at the bar door and said no to his head. "But, then, Ding Xiang, You have to learn to drive, you can come back at the Spring Festival, I will give you a class, go to learn, there is something you need to drive in the future, you can also help."

"Okay..." Ding Xiangyu nodded.

"What class is it to report? It is better for me to teach her!" Guo Ziyi said with a smile.

"Who wants you to teach..."

......

It’s so cold this day!

When Lin Muan came out of the bar, he couldn't help but wrap the windbreaker wrapped around his body, but the cold wind in the night still couldn't stop pouring into his neck, and the frozen person was as cold as the heart.

He looked back at the bar that was faintly noisy, and his eyes were dark, still carrying his guitar and walking towards the loop.

There was an empty taxi slowly passing by him. In order to attract passengers, he also rang his horn.

There was some intention in the peace of the forest, but he gently patted the hundreds of dollars that had just been smashed into his pocket, hesitated, or went on, and then walked two more streets, you can take it directly. Going home to the bus stop.

Not long after, it was a horn, but it was no longer a taxi, but a big pickup truck with muscles.

When the forest was quiet, the window was pressed, and the familiar face appeared in front of him: "Go home? Where do you live?"

Lin Mu said quietly: "University City..."

"That's the way! Come on! Give you a trip!" Yang Xiao smiled. "Hey, wait, can you drive?"

"Well, will..."

After a while, Lin Muan sat in the driver's seat and slowly started the bully, while Yang Lan sat in the passenger seat, enjoying the leisurely enjoyment, and Guo Ziyi and Ding Xiang looked at them curiously.

"That, boss, just in the bar, thank you for your help!" Lin Muan still does not know Yang Hao's name, he whispered.

"Nothing." Yang Lan underestimated the previous things. "Oh, yes, later, your boss, Lei, is not embarrassing you?"

"No, Lei Ge is still taking care of me." Lin Muan gently smiled. "However, I thought for a long time, decided not to succumb to Ray, so I decided to resign, boss, don't blame Ray."

Yang Yan took a look at Lin Muan and knew that he was lying, but Yang Lan did not say anything.

However, Guo Ziyi asked very curiously: "Then you sing a Cantonese song for you? I see you sang a few songs!"

"I heard that the boss likes to listen to Cantonese songs, so he invited him to sing." Ding Xiang whispered.

Lin Muan curiously glanced at Ding Xiang in the rearview mirror. He did not recognize Ding Xianglai and explained: "There are two reasons. On the one hand, it is indeed what the girl said, on the other hand, it is me. I like Cantonese songs because I am a Cantonese native. I have listened to these songs since I was young."

"Cantonese song market is in Guangdong Province. In Hong Kong City, how good is your development back to your hometown?" Guo Zi said inexplicably.

"When I graduated, I really wanted to go back to my hometown, but my girlfriend stayed in school as a counselor, so I stayed in Jiangcheng and wanted to be with her." Lin Muan said.

Yang Lan quite appreciates Lin Mu'an's remarks, so he asked: "Your nephew, all aspects of the conditions are still good, why not go to some record companies, brokerage companies to try?"

"I have tried many times, and I have not been able to do it. Maybe it is because I will sing Cantonese songs?" Lin Mu said with a smile. He still has a musical dream, but he has touched too many walls.

"What will sing Cantonese songs? You can't speak Mandarin!" Yang Yan frowned.

"No, I mean, I am best at singing Cantonese songs, so when I sing, I basically sing Cantonese songs. Sorry, my mouth is stupid and I can’t make it clear." Said.

"Because you sing Cantonese songs, have they eliminated you?" Guo Zi did not believe.

"Possibly...because I told them, I want to sing Cantonese songs..." Lin Mu said with a sigh of relief. "They let me sing Chinese songs, I can sing, but I don't like them saying that I will want to Singing can only sing Chinese songs, so I don't want to sing to them."

It’s really a straight boy. Because I don’t want to give up Cantonese songs, I don’t show my ability to speak Chinese songs...

"Hey, how do you insist on Cantonese songs?" Guo Ziyi asked.

"Because it is really good, don't look at the Cantonese song market. It has not been comparable to the Chinese song market. But it used to be a glory that has never been matched by Chinese songs. It can even be said that our nation and country have been glorified. I think When everyone sings Chinese songs, some people still need to insist that they can't continue to fall!"

Lin Muan felt that he was too radical and quickly explained: "I don't mean that I must sing Cantonese songs. I also like Chinese songs. I just don't want to give up Cantonese songs. It is best to have both. I can also do my best to promote Cantonese songs."

"Understood, you mean to sing Chinese songs, but it is best to have a few Cantonese songs on the record! I think it is ok, I also like to listen to Cantonese songs." Guo Ziyi nodded.

"Well, but I am in Jiangcheng, and even went to the magic capital, I feel that everyone will have some prejudice against Cantonese songs." Lin Muan sighed.

"That is because they don't understand, they don't want to listen." Guo Ziyi said sharply.

He still seriously advised the forest curtain: "I think, your music dreams still have to go on, the record company is biased against your ideas, then you can go to some competitions, score achievements, and then go back to them. talk!"

"What do you insist on dreaming? He has no work now. Is it up to his girlfriend to raise it?" Yang Lan suddenly inserted a sentence.

Lin Mu is safe, he does not know what to say.

Guo Ziyi scratched his head, and his young master thought that dreams and bread sometimes could not be taken care of.

Reality is often the biggest gap in the face of dreams.

Lin Mu'an is also the same, although he has always supported him to take the music path, but Lin Muan himself is very upset, because he has never seen hope, he has no way to give the greatest promise...

"Don't I insist on the idea of ​​Cantonese songs, is it wrong?" Lin Fan opened the car and silenced for a while before he couldn't help but say.

Guo Ziyi didn't know what to say at the moment. He couldn't think of it, but it didn't mean he didn't understand.

"Take me the guitar of Lin Muan!" Yang Lan suddenly turned to Ding Xiang and said.