852 If You Want To Talk About It, It's Cool And It's Autumn (2/3)

Chapter 852 If you want to talk about it, it's a good autumn (23)

Someone once used words such as "deep and calm", "soft and sad", "like an echo in the middle of the night" to describe the characteristics of the saxophone. It seems as if it has been squashed and elongated, like threads, entwining people's hearts!

Although Yang Yi teased his son when he started playing the saxophone, he still couldn't bear to desecrate this piece of music and played it affectionately.

Especially when he blew the sentence "Morning each other", he used a long vibrato to blow the raised tone like an electric current, as if it could penetrate people's souls!

Murphy closed her eyes and indulged in the sad music of the saxophone, but even if she closed her eyes, the emotions that had burst out could not be suppressed, and two lines of clear tears spread from the corners of her eyes.

Yang Yi just blew his body up and turned around when he saw this scene.

what's the situation? Why did you cry?

Yang Yi quickly stopped, and the saxophone's voice stopped abruptly. Instead, he asked with concern: "Wife, what's the matter with you? Why did you suddenly cry?"

"Could it be that I was moved by this tune I played?" Yang Yi also joked, "I play it so well? I'm not good at this thing!"

Murphy rubbed her eyes and looked angrily at this incomprehensible guy. She sat there sullenly, with frowning eyebrows, wrinkled nose, and slightly bulging cheeks, full of "I Very sad and uncomfortable, waiting for comfort!"

Of course, Yang Yi could still guess the source of Murphy's emotions. He put down the saxophone, sat on the coffee table in front of Murphy, looked at her, and smiled gently: "I didn't tell you, these Songs are all made up by me out of thin air, don’t you want to think wildly? It does not express my true feelings, but the emotions I constructed out of thin air in order to write sad songs.”

Murphy did not understand this truth? It's not that Murphy doesn't know if Yang Yi has changed his mind. It's just that she is a woman who needs a sense of security emotionally, and she can't help but think wildly in her head.

She pursed her lips and said in a nasal voice, "I know...that is, after reading these lyrics, I couldn't help but think of a lot of messy things in my mind."

"What kind of mess?" Yang Yi asked.

"It's as if you fell in love with someone, just like what you wrote in this song. I don't know when to start, and you don't love me anymore..." Murphy said, her heart ached and her eyes were also aching. turned red again.

Yang Yi looked distressed, and simply sat beside Murphy, wrapped her arms around her, and hugged her over, into his arms, and straddled his lap. near.

Murphy was made a big red face by Yang Yi, not to mention that she didn't know where the uncomfortable emotions just now went, and now she turned to look at Xiaojiao who was in the crib, who was wide-eyed. Looking at the movement here, although the armrest of the sofa blocked some vision, Murphy was still a little ashamed.

"My son is watching!" Murphy said shyly.

"Don't worry about him!" Yang Yi squeezed Murphy's nose and smiled, "Look at you, you can make yourself so embarrassed by thinking! Are you a fool? Say it yourself!"

"You're still bullying me!" Murphy found that he couldn't beat Yang Yi, so he didn't care about anything, showing his true nature and exclaimed with a look of grievance.

"Did they bully you there?" Yang Yi laughed.

"You screwed my nose!" Murphy said angrily.

"It doesn't use any force, just squeeze it lightly, is it also called twisting?"

"I don't care. When you usually feel bad for me, you always kiss me. How could you pinch me... um..." Murphy was speechless.

After a while, she was released, her lips were rosy and crystal clear, and her cheeks were as red as snow. Although she was still staring at Yang Yi angrily, those affectionate eyes that seemed to be both happy and resentful seemed to be fascinated!

"Don't think nonsense, let's be fine!" Yang Yi hugged Murphy, let her rest her head on his chest, and kept her lips warm between her temples for a while before saying slowly.

"What about after that?" Murphy murmured under the influence of those imaginations just now.

"Of course I have to keep getting better! Writing songs is just writing songs. Does it have anything to do with reality!" Yang Yi said softly.

After getting the answer he wanted, Murphy's head rubbed against Yang Yi's chest and remained silent.

"Let me read a poem to you, do you remember the last time I told you 'Forcing new words to speak sorrow'?" Yang Yi asked with a smile.

"I don't remember." Murphy replied in a low voice.

"This is a poem written by a man named Xin Qiji in ancient times. The full text is as follows: A young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he falls in love with a floor. When he falls in love with a floor, he is forced to express his sorrow for the sake of writing new words..." Yang Yi read in cadence.

"Hey, you seem to have read one more sentence." Murphy sat up and said doubtfully.

"No, the word card of this poem is like this, and there is another sentence below: Now I know all the sadness, and I want to talk.

Murphy couldn't help but chuckle: "It's a cool autumn, this sentence sounds so casual! It's like talking."

"That's right, what this poem wants to say is that when I was young, I didn't know what sorrow was, so I liked to go up high-rise buildings and look into the distance, as if I could comprehend the taste of sorrow. I wrote a good piece of work, and I reluctantly said that I was worried. Now that I have tasted all the sorrow, I can’t even say it, I can only say that the weather is cool and the autumn is good... It’s just like saying normal things, it’s not at all. There's no rhyme."

Yang Yi read a bunch of them, then looked at Murphy's eyes with a smile, and said softly, "The songs I've written now are meant to forcibly describe this kind of sadness, but just like the lyrics say, If people really come to this kind of sad time, I am afraid that they will not be able to write works that express this emotion."

"I understand, I'm just, I'm just a little bit infected by the emotions of these songs, and suddenly I feel sad." Murphy grabbed Yang Yi's hand, lowered his head and said, "But now with you, I understand that I don't I am very happy to lose you, knowing that there is no such thing!"

"Dangdangdang!" Yang Yi and Murphy's thoughts were interrupted by the movement next to them, and they turned to look.

At the crib, Xiaojiao probably saw that his father and mother ignored him, and he was too lazy to continue watching. The little guy grabbed the toy in the crib, the plastic forklift he preferred, and knocked rhythmically. Raised the guardrail of the crib.

It's like breaking out of jail!

Yang Yi and Murphy looked back and smiled at each other. Murphy also got down from Yang Yi's lap and took care of the younger son.

"The Most Familiar Stranger" has a saxophone version of the song. If you are interested, you can find it and listen to it.