121 Yang Yi Plays a Monkey Show (2/3)

Chapter 121 Yang Yi's Monkey Show (23)

Murphy's character is so stubborn, what she believes, ten cows can't pull back!

There was no way, Mo Xiaojuan could only helplessly watch Murphy go to her computer, then started to open the email to reply, and typed on the keyboard.

Murphy told Mu Ziang in the email that although she was very grateful for the song Mu Ziang wrote for her, she was sorry that she couldn't accept it, "because I already have someone I like", and didn't want to give him the illusion and waste his time. !

"Sister, you can't write like this, it's too upright!" Mo Xiaojuan shouted to stop the hand that Murphy wanted to send.

Murphy looked at Mo Xiaojuan puzzled and asked, "Where can't it be?"

"You can't tell him that you have someone you like!" Mo Xiaojuan said with a headache, "What if he gets angry and reveals this letter to the media?"

Murphy frowned. If it was Murphy who had just debuted, he would definitely say "impossible, how can people be so despicable", but now, Murphy still knows the sinister nature of human nature.

"Then how do you think it should be written?" Murphy gave up his position, or left professional things to professional people.

"It's just because of personal reasons, I can't do it..." Mo Xiaojuan skillfully revised, not only this sentence, but the entire email was revised by her, with more appropriate words and a more tactful tone, of course , the meaning is still the same.

Mo Xiaojuan finally looked at Murphy and asked, "Sister, do you really want to release it? You have to think about it! After you release it, you may have to say goodbye to these good songs! And your new album also needs to be released. It's soaked in soup!"

"Fa!" Murphy said firmly and unwaveringly.

Well, Mo Xiaojuan clicked the send button. Watching the email go out, Murphy breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that some of the things he had been carrying just now were put down.

However, when she returned to the sofa and sat down, Murphy looked at the sheet music that was somewhat messy on the coffee table. She collected it, folded it carefully, and put it in a folder.

Maybe she will use it to practice in the future, but these songs no longer belong to her... There is a hint of sadness in Murphy's delicate eyes.

"Can't you bear it?" Mo Xiaojuan went up, massaged her cousin's shoulders, and smiled, "I said so firmly just now!"

Murphy rolled her eyes at her and said angrily, "What can't you bear? Am I the kind of person who can't afford to put it down? Hurry up and book a ticket for me to come back the day after tomorrow!"

In the afternoon, Murphy was going to Beijing to participate in the recording of a two-day variety show, but according to Murphy's own assumption, after returning from this business trip, he would take half a month's leave to accompany his daughter.

Although Niu Meiling has become more and more snobbish in recent years, she has no intention of breaking up with Murphy, and she still approves Murphy's long vacation very gently. You know, some newcomers in the company, or trainees in the practice room, don't have such good treatment at all! Where's the word for vacation?

After Murphy told Mo Xiaojuan, she was relieved. She looked back at the computer where she had just sent the email, and thought to herself, "Maybe this is the best way! Don't think about taking shortcuts, what is yours is yours after all. , it's not yours, Murphy, you can't have it!"

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Yang Yi, the initiator of all this, didn't know about it yet. After he sent the email, he threw the computer aside, just like Qiangzi couldn't contact Yang Yi without making a phone call. This guy will only board if he needs it. SNS or email.

When will Yang Yi see Murphy's email? This is still unknown, now Yang Yi is teasing her daughter in the coffee shop!

"Speaking of which, Wukong, who wanted a handy weapon, went to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. Does Xixi know the sea?" Yang Yi gestured, "It's very big, very blue, and it's full of water!"

After listening to a story about Journey to the West yesterday, the little guy became fascinated by the monkey that jumped out of the stone. He pestered his father all day to continue to tell the story of the monkey, not even her favorite cartoon. It's over!

It was all right. It was almost noon, and there were no customers visiting the coffee shop, so Yang Yi told his daughter another paragraph.

"I've seen the sea! It's so big!" Xixi raised her hands and said seriously, "It will take a long time to go back to my grandmother's house! Then there is the sea below, and Mama said there are big fish in it!"

"Yes, Sun Wukong just ran into the sea and asked the Dragon King to ask for a weapon!" Yang Yi said.

Xixi was very puzzled. She asked, "Why can you go to the sea? Mama said the sea is scary! Xixi can't play in the sea."

"Of course Xixi can't play in the sea, because Xixi hasn't learned to swim yet, but Sun Wukong can!" Yang Yi explained with a smile.

"Oh! I have to learn to swim!" Xixi nodded her head with a vague understanding.

After a while, Yang Yi finally mentioned that after Sun Wukong made a lot of trouble in the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, he got the Dragon Palace's treasure, the Dinghai Shenzhen!

"It's a big and thick stick, but Sun Wukong can make it smaller, it's about the size of the stick in Dad's hand!" Yang Yi said excitedly, and dismantled the mop, leaving the grip in his hand. .

Xixi ran over excitedly and asked her father to play with her. Of course, Xixi could grab it with both hands, but she couldn't swing the long handle, after all, she was still too young.

"This golden hoop weighs 13,500 catties! Even if it gets smaller, the weight doesn't change! It's almost as heavy as my father's two or three cars!" Yang Yi said, "But Sun Wukong just weighed his hand. Holding it in his hand, he was a wild dance."

Xixi was still thinking about the weight of two or three cars at first, but soon, the little girl's attention was completely attracted by her father's performance.

I saw Yang Yi mopping the stick in his hand, and gestured a standing stick on the spot to look at the moon on tiptoe, then took a step back, and slapped the stick to the ground with his right hand, but the volley hooked it like a football with his heel, just right to balance in the air!

Immediately, Yang Yi's toes flipped, and the stick bounced into the air. He turned his left hand to hold the middle of the stick, but with the movements of his fingers and wrists, the stick spun like a windmill.

"Woooooo!" The hollow stick made an afterimage, and also made a whistling sound of wind!

"Wow!" Xixi exclaimed again and again, she saw her big eyes without blinking, and raised her two small hands in the air, as if she also had a stick in her hand, and was writhing unconsciously.

Of course, Yang Yi has never learned monkey opera before, but he has always been a die-hard fan of Liu Xiaolingtong, so he has watched many videos of his performances. With his skills, he can't do it as vividly as Liu Xiaolingtong, but if he imitates a little and fools his daughter, there is no problem!

"That's it, Sun Wukong got his favorite weapon, and the Dragon King, Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals of the East China Sea Dragon Palace also happily sent this troublemaker away!" Yang Yi danced "golden hoop stick" for a while before stopping. Finish the story.

But at this moment, the little girl no longer cares about listening to the story. Her eyes are full of little stars, and she praises admiringly: "Baba is amazing!"