House Dad’s Literary Life

Yang Lan pulled the guitar bag and took out the guitar of Lin Muan. He did not pass the consent of Lin Mu'an, but Lin Muan sat next to him and did not say anything.

This guitar is not bad, Yang Hao dialed the string, the sound quality is still very good. Of course, compared with the one that Hu Yinan’s father left for Yang Lan, it’s still much worse, but for Lin Mu’an, it should be the most expensive thing in him?

"Yangda, do you want to sing?" Guo Ziyi said with great enthusiasm.

"Well, I suddenly remembered a Cantonese song and sang it to you!" Yang Xiao smiled and he began to play the prelude. In the closed compartment, the sound is exceptionally clear and bright, despite the gentle play.

Cantonese song? Lin Muan looked at Yang Lan with a strange look. He thought that Yang Lan said that the ideal and the bread conflict were to persuade him to face the reality and give up the insistence on Cantonese songs.

The prelude is very slow, and it doesn't make you feel so amazing.

"Today, I watched the snow drifting in the cold night..." When Yang Hao opened his mouth, Lin Muan was shocked. This Cantonese accent is no worse than his native of Guangdong Province!

Is the boss a Cantonese resident?

Can't see it!

"With the cooled heart, the heart is drifting far away, the wind and rain are catching up, the fog can't distinguish the shadow... The sky is wide and you and I can change..."

Yang Lan’s voice is somewhat vicissitudes, but it is not turbid. Instead, it gives people a feeling of richness and transparency. It’s very good to listen to, and it’s better than Lin’s own.

However, compared with Yang Lan's voice, Lin Muan is more concerned about the meaning of the lyrics.

He should have never heard of this song, and he has no impression in his memory.

However, after singing three or four sentences, Lin Mu'an touched a lot. Although he drove the car carefully and carefully, he had already vaguely felt that the song the boss sang was singing his current situation.

No?

Although there was no snow tonight, the cold night wind was like a rain on his face, and it was frozen in his heart. If it wasn't for Yang Lan, his heart might really cool down!

"How many times to meet the cold eyes and ridicule, never gave up the ideals of the heart, the feeling of being lost in a moment, unconsciously has faded into love..."

Yang Lan slowly sang, and the undulating melody was like a squirming snake, gradually entwining the heart of Lin Mu'an, the helplessness reflected in the lyrics, and the sensation of the forest smother .

Singing in the bar, he sang Cantonese songs, although it was because of the boss's request, but cold eyes and ridicule, still less?

Indeed, he never gave up, but how many times, he also had doubts about himself, and if he lost something...

"Forgive me for indulging my love for freedom in my life, and I am afraid that I will fall one day..."

Lin Muan stared closely at the road ahead. Although the vehicle on the way back to the university town gradually became scarce, he also had to drive carefully and could not be affected by the waves in his heart.

"Still freely, I will always sing my songs for thousands of miles. Forgive me for not forgetting the freedom of love in my life... I will be afraid that I will fall one day...oh~no... Whoever can turn away the ideal, who will be afraid of one day Only you share me..."

This lyric is really written in the heart of Lin Mu'an. He can only bite his lower lip and endure the tears that almost rolled out of his eyes.

I really want to, as I sing in the song, I always sing his favorite Cantonese song and keep going...

No, you can't forget your dreams, even if you fall 10,000 times.

Lin Muan feels that his blood has been ignited by this song!

Also ignited with blood, there is Guo Ziyi, he can understand Cantonese, but also a dream-seeking year, how can it not be the same? However, his setbacks were much less than that of Lin Mu, and the level of excitement was not that serious.

"What does Yang Big Brother sing? What it sounds? It sounds pretty good!" The only one who couldn't understand was Ding Xiang. She couldn't help but whisper with Guo Zi, her voice was very low, and she was worried. Yang Lan.

"It must be nice, I guess it is a new song written by Big Brother Yang. The content is about ideals and persistence. I don't know if it is improvisation. This lyrics is too consistent with the situation of Lin Mu'an now!" Guo Ziyi could not help but Yang Lan Feeling, "Yang Da Ge is still Yang Big Brother, rock songs can be written, and written so well! I told you, just sneaked into the forest curtain and wiped tears."

"So powerful?" Ding Xiang is not aware of it.

In fact, Guo Ziyi said that it is still not accurate. The reason why this song touches people's hearts is not because its theme is ideal and persistence, but the struggle reflected in the lyrics!

It’s like “forgive me for indulging my love for freedom in my life, and I’m afraid I will fall one day.” The last sentence is still determined and unrestrained, showing a positive and courageous move, but the next sentence is a sharp turn, as if When it comes to reality, fear is full of heart.

The lyrics are written too realistically, perfectly depicting the repetition of Lin Mu'an's self-encouragement and self-denial.

This is the place that most touches the forest...

"Still free self...Singing my songs forever...Going through thousands of miles..." In the past life of Yang Lan, this lyric was hailed as a shout in hell.

Why is it in hell?

Because Huang Jiaxuan was deprived of his own creative freedom, his arrangement was modified beyond recognition, and in the long-term pressure and screams of his own doubts, he shouted his own freedom in the most desperate time. desire!

How is this similar to the situation of Lin Mu'an at this moment? Lin Muan also did not want to change his insistence on Cantonese songs for the commercial interests pursued by the record companies. However, he was also oppressed by material and reality. In the confusion, he needed a force to let him shout his own voice.

Perhaps this will allow him to be more determined about his musical path...

"Whoever abandoned the ideal can be anyone, but I am afraid that only one day will only share with me..." Yang Hao sang the song without any snoring, but the finger stopped on the strings and allowed the cabin to be quiet.

Guo Ziyi did not say anything. He knew that Lin Muan now needs time to think for himself.

For a long time, the car slowly entered the university town, and it was closer to Jiangcheng Communication University.

"Boss, I am sending you back to the coffee shop?" Lin Muan asked softly.

Yang Lan raised his eyes and looked at him and asked, "Where do you live?"

"Nothing, nothing, in fact, in Jiang Chuan's teacher's apartment, my girlfriend has a dormitory. Not too far, after sending you there, I will go back." Lin Muan said quickly.

In fact, I am embarrassed to say that such a big man, and still live with his girlfriend.

"That goes to the teacher's apartment, my sister also lives there, by the way, I will pick up my daughter." Yang Hao smiled.

"That's okay." Lin Muan nodded.

The car was quiet again.

"Lin Muan, what are your plans for the future?" Guo Ziyi could not help but ask.

"Well... I haven't thought about it yet... I should go to a bar to sing first, and then go to some competitions as you said..." Lin Muan still wants to stick to it.

"It's better to come to my coffee shop! Anyway, go to the bar and sing. Come to my coffee shop and sing. After that, the piano in the store will be yours. But you can't just sing Cantonese songs!" Yang Lan said suddenly.

Supporting and promoting Cantonese songs is a good idea. But only singing Cantonese songs, this is a problem, have to change.

"Ah? Boss, isn't there a pianist in your store?" Lin Muan asked in surprise and joy.

"Oh, there was no shortage in the past, now, it is missing." Yang Lan smiled slightly.