House Dad’s Literary Life

In the earphones, an afternoon music accompaniment was played completely, and Yang Hao was nodded with satisfaction. He took off the headset and inserted the u disk into the console of the center console to copy the accompaniment.

While unplugging the u disk and shutting down, Yang Lan looked at the watch while he was just around the corner. He also managed to pick up the shackles that had already gone to school in kindergarten.

From the studio, Yang Lan bumped into Xiao Ai, and now Xiao Ai, who has already held a key position in the studio, is also a spirited man, dressed like a white-collar elite.

"Boss, are you busy?" Xiao Ai is not like Yang Xiaojuan, but she does not dare to say hello.

Yang Lan is the accompaniment recorded in the studio's recording studio. Although the accompaniment is only available, the recording studio near the school can also be recorded. However, Yang Lan thinks that such a big thing must be done perfectly, so he chose his own studio. This is a top-class, luxurious recording studio.

But doing this in the studio, there is a risk of exposure, so Yang Lan only informed Xiao Ai, he still has some uneasy to say: "Well, it is done. However, you have to remember, you must keep confidential. Can't tell the second person!"

Xiao Ai nodded quickly, but she looked at Yang Lan’s back and thought with some doubts: “Can’t tell the second person, but Xiao Juan’s sister didn’t know it? No, I can’t tell the second person, Xiao Juan’s sister is informed. The first one, others can't say it again!"

Xiao Ai suddenly realized that she finally understood the meaning of Yang Bo.

Regardless of Xiao Ai’s bite and chewing, Yang Lan will pick it up from the kindergarten. After dinner and packing it, Yang Lan will call it to the front.

"Hey, Dad has a big plan tomorrow, I need you to help!" Yang Lan kneeled on the ground with one knee on his knees and said with his hands on his daughter's shoulders.

I can't understand Dad's seriousness a little. She curiously glared at her big eyes. Two small hands crossed her and asked, "What big chicken flower? Is it so big?"

Yang Yu’s words are stuffed, and he laughs and laughs for a while. “It’s not a chicken flower, it’s a plan. Isn’t your mother coming back tomorrow? Dad is going to marry her!”

"What is a marriage proposal?" This is a correct match, but she still can't understand it.

"Proposal is a step before marriage. Didn't Dad tell you a lot about the marriage of a prince and a princess? But before getting married and holding a wedding, there is a step to propose a marriage. Dad wants to ask her mother, would you like to marry? Me?" Yang Lan patiently introduced to him.

"Is the marriage proposal a kiss?" When she blinked, she thought of many cases. For example, Snow White was kissed by the prince, and the two were married. For example, the sleeping beauty was also kissed by the prince, and the two were married. .

"No, you can't kiss before you get married!" Yang Lan was serious. Although he said that he was funny, but as a "strict father," he must correct his wrong ideas so as not to be small. When the girl kissed her, she thought that she would set a lifelong...

This "strict father" not only kissed the mother of the family before marriage, but also...

Cough, back to the topic, Yang Lan spent a lot of effort, only to explain clearly what he wants to do tomorrow, he finally said: "So, Dad's proposal for tomorrow, you need to cooperate with you. Hey, can you do that?"

"Yes!" The little girl cried shoutingly, and she was excited and looked very funny.

"But tonight, my mother called you, can you tell my mother! This is a surprise to my mother. It is not fun to say in advance." Yang Lan did not trust her daughter.

Nodded, she licked her mouth and smiled and bent. The voice said with a sigh: "I won't tell Ma Ma!"

"Then let's exercise first today!" Yang said with a fist.

Everything must be arranged first, and curiously follow Dad’s ass, like a penguin, step by step, looking at his neck and watching him play with those things.

Finally, Yang Lan held a large basket of rose petals and began to sprinkle on the stairs, the living room and the passage of the room, and finally sprinkled a large heart shape on the floor of the living room.

Yang Lan stepped back two steps and wanted to see the effect. As a result, he almost stepped on the shackle. He turned his head and glanced at the little girl with big eyes and sparkling crystals. Even if she couldn’t understand it, she smiled and explained: "These are temporarily used. If you are doing exercises, you will have to pick them up. Let's buy fresh rose petals tomorrow!"

He really didn't understand. She blinked and said, "But, but I think it looks good!"

Arranged, Yang Hao gave his violin before taking it out of the study, and while pulling, he walked out.

Sitting on the sofa, the two small legs hang down and looked at Dad with a sway, watching his face with a smile, accompanied by beautiful string sounds, slowly moving toward himself.

Yang Yula's violin singing is melodious, not the rhythm of "he's_a_pirate" is very fast, but the rhythm is very slow, just like people's love, do not need to be vigorous, in the slow melodies to express emotions.

The long bowstring was swayed by Yang Lan's arm and pulled on the delicate classical violin. The fingers of the left hand pressed on the four strings, and each movement was natural. At this moment, his burly figure and tough face seem to be soft, tender and exciting at this moment.

Yang Lan was in front of her daughter, while she was pulling her eyes, but she closed her eyes and carefully felt the love that was brought in the song. The corner of her mouth couldn’t help but smile.

At the end of the song, he slowly lowered the violin, then put the bow and the piano upside down.

"How? Hey, nice?" Yang Lan and her daughter smiled slightly.

Now, there is more and more qualified music appreciator. When Dad played, she didn’t send any movement until Dad asked, and she turned from the quiet, happy to squat in front of her father. Said: "Super nice!"

"Hey is also super cool, I like it!" The little girl held her hand and said sincerely.

Yang Xiao smiled and reached out and beat his daughter with a high-five, laughing: "That's good, tomorrow, I decided to use this song!"

"Right, then, Dad will do this kind of action, and then sing a song!" Yang Hao made a big stroke, then took out a small box and screamed, "You, hide in tomorrow. In Dad’s study, when Dad sings the song, he wears your most beautiful dress, comes out of the study, holds the flower, and hands it to Dad! Ok?"

"Good!" Yan Xinxi nodded. She now has a task, not on the sidelines, and is very motivated.

In order to let her daughter strengthen her memory, Yang Lan took her to the scene: "Let's take a walk, Dad is here, finish the violin, then click on it and start singing..."

"Well, Dad sang the song!" Yang Hao turned to the direction of the study and screamed, "You have to come out on your own initiative! Dad will not remind you when you arrive!"

"Hey! I know!" The little girl opened her door with her feet open, and then ran out happily with a small box.

"No, slow down, like a lady..."

......

At noon the next day, when Yang Lan was still making the final arrangement, the spy in front of the spy, Mr. Mo Xiaojuan sent a text message: "Brother, we boarded the plane, and got home for up to two hours, be prepared!"

Seeing this text message, Yang Lan’s heart couldn’t help but jump up.