The literary life of a nanny dad

Yang Yi's request was very abrupt. The old man looked at the bronze muscles on Yang Yi's arm with a strange look.

Can such a guy play the guitar?

An incongruous image of a cow chewing a peony popped up in the old man's mind...

"Uh, you can try." Hu Songnan still nodded with great discipline and did not refuse because of his own prejudice.

After Yang Yi took off the guitar, he sat generously on the chair opposite the old man. The guitar rested on his right foot, plucked the strings gently, and tried the audition.

"Hum..." The deep and thick bass was clearly conveyed through the resonance of the piano case.

Yang Yi's ears moved slightly, and his expression became a little surprised. Then, he tried a few sounds.

"Professor Hu, your guitar is extraordinary!" Yang Yi finally raised his head and said to the old man with a little surprise.

Hu Songnan was stunned. With trembling hands, he pointed to a beetle-like engraving on the end of the guitar case and asked in disbelief, "You don't recognize this logo?"

"Is it still a famous brand?" Yang Yi looked at it carefully and shook his head.

Of course he didn't recognize it, the musical instrument brand of his previous life didn't exist in this world, and the musical instrument brand of this life? Just kidding, I haven't read a few years at all, it's weird that I can still recognize the predecessor without music cells!

The old man almost rolled his eyes and gasped helplessly, only to appease the depression.

"Brown Beetle, this is an old factory in Germany, a classical guitar that was produced in limited quantities in 1970!" The old man explained to Yang Yi with a beard, "It took me a lot of effort to buy it from a merchant!"

Well, listening to Hu Songnan's description, it seems very powerful... I feel like the Steinway of the guitar world!

However, Yang Yi also liked to play folk guitar in his previous life, so the classical guitar, which is called the three major musical instruments in the world, is not deeply touched by Yang Yi.

Besides, compared to the guitar, Yang Yi prefers the violin, which is his favorite - pouring a glass of red wine, lighting a candle, playing the violin alone, and playing in pairs...

Pulling it a bit further, Yang Yi began his performance irrefutably.

When the broken guitar strings merged into a low and melodious prelude, Hu Songnan, who was looking at Yang Yi curiously, frowned slightly.

This melody?

He hadn't heard of it, which was normal. After all, Hu Songnan taught classical music, and he might not be able to cover all aspects of pop music.

However, Yang Yi's performance has given him a different feeling.

It's beautiful and smooth, not like a game made by an unknown person!

I saw the old man leaning forward slightly, and he listened carefully.

Some faint melody of sadness lasted for more than ten seconds, and gradually opened the curtain. Yang Yi gently hooked the strings with his fingers and began to sing.

"I came to your city.

Walk the way you came... "

Yes, it's Eason's long time no see, a song that Yang Yi liked very much in his previous life!

Of course, Yang Yi's voice is not like Eason's. When it is low, it can still maintain a very magnetic air.

However, the texture of Yang Yi's voice is not bad. His bass is very thick and has an inexplicable influence, which spreads the sadness in the hearts of the listeners.

"Imagine a day without me,

How lonely will you be... "

The melody in front was still very flat, but the old man listened carefully.

Finally, the mood of the song ushered in a small outburst.

"Take the photo you gave.

The familiar street,

It's just that your picture is gone.

We can't get back to that day... "

Yang Yi sang very affectionately, and unknowingly, he brought the original Yang Yi to face Murphy's complex emotions.

However, he didn't notice that the old man sitting opposite him was shaking slightly.

"It's just that there is no picture of you" This lyric, as if the memory of the old man's nostalgia, suddenly turned out.

"Will you suddenly appear?

The coffee shop on the corner,

I will smile and wave,

Sitting and chatting with you... "

Yang Yi finally sang the origin of the name of his coffee shop, but this did not attract the old man's attention.

The lyrics that touched him from time to time were as sad as a melody that dyed the air blue, and the old man's eyes were moist.

In the dimness, he seemed to see his wife in front of the flowerbed that had not yet withered, looking up, waving at him tremblingly, and smiling at him.

"How I wish I could meet you.

Look at your recent changes.

No more talking about the past, just small talk,

To you, just to say,

Long time no see... "

Yang Yi didn't understand love in his previous life, and neither did his predecessor in this life. However, for some reason, when he sang this song, his mind was full of Murphy's back.

For some reason, he sang this song so emotionally, especially the second time, he almost burst into tears, almost unable to extricate himself.

Grandma, he didn't want to say "long time no see" to anyone!

If there is, then Xi Xi is barely one, but she is not emotional!

Bastard, how did you become so sentimental?

Yang Yi lowered his head and closed his eyes, his hands were still plucking the strings, and after playing the faint ending, he despised himself fiercely in his heart.

When Yang Yi looked up, he saw the old man rubbing his eyes in a panic and sorting out his emotions.

Unlike Yang Yi, whose mood swings quickly became the same as nothing, the old man did not hide his sadness so easily, but he also loved face, perhaps because as a teacher, he used to maintain his dignity?

Hu Songnan looked at Yang Yi awkwardly, his voice slightly hoarse, and the mood swing was still affected, "Little friend's song is written with sincerity, the melody is simple but deep, the words are flat but affectionate, why didn't I see it come out before?"

The old man is changing the topic, he is afraid that his vulnerability will be exposed by Yang Yi.

Yang Yi could see that he didn't point out anything. He just followed the old man's words and said, "Because I have no plans in this regard, this song is written for me, my first love, and there are too many negative emotions..."

Yang Yi's first love was, of course, Murphy. Although it was an excuse to cover it up, it was obvious that even if his predecessor had a prejudice against Murphy, he still had feelings deep in his heart, so it was written for Murphy, and there was nothing wrong with it.

However, Murphy's identity is rather special. Yang Yi feels that it is inappropriate to say that Murphy is a girlfriend or wife, and his ex-wife is even more ridiculous. It is better to use the word first love to locate.

At least in his previous life, Murphy was the first woman Yang Yi liked!

However, the old man was not satisfied with Yang Yi. He blinked and said, "How can this be said to be a negative emotion? This is called deep love! How have you reduced your love for the person you love?"

"From your song, I can tell that you still have deep feelings for your first love. Even if you emphasize it again and again, it's just a greeting, it's just a long time no see, but ask yourself carefully, do you still hope that she can come back, or do you hope that you can start over?"

In Yang Yi's stunned expression, the old man criticized Yang Yi with hatred. From his concept of love to the lyrics of this song and the hidden emotions, he trained for half an hour without stopping!

The original intention of the old man was to hope that Yang Yi would not leave any regrets and bravely pursue his former love.

However, Yang Yi could only respond with a wry smile and nod.

What the hell! This so-called first love is probably just unrequited love. This is really a lie made up by myself, and I can only bite the bullet and agree.

However, unexpectedly, Yang Yi's "well-behaved" appearance was recognized by the old man.

"I've decided to rent my house to you." The old man patted Yang Yi's shoulder sadly and said, "But promise me, you must take it well."

Hu Songnan's eyes were a little gloomy, mixed with reluctance, but also with obvious firmness.

Yang Yi did not know that his song had once made the old man shake his decision to leave.

However, the old man finally understood that his wife was not gone, she was just looking at him from a distance, waiting for his reunion in a hundred years.

Perhaps Yang Yi's appearance was also her hidden arrangement, right?

My wife still hopes that she can live a happy old age with her children and grandchildren.

Then, please ask the person designated by this wife to take good care of this small building that carries the past!

Eight years, long time no see...

How many more years? Will we meet again? Maybe, soon...