"If you don't think these songs are good, let's change them, right?

Murphy was beside the crib, bent down, tidied up Xiao Yu's clothes, and was about to take him out for a spin, Yang Yi leaned on the wall on the side and asked softly.

"Don't ......" Murphy rolled his eyes, "The song is good, why can't it?"

"Didn't you say they were too sadistic?"

"It's sadistic! These songs are so sad!"

Yang Yi smiled and said: "Since you don't like it, why do you force yourself to sing these songs? It's not that I can't give you other songs!"

Murphy winked innocently at Yang Yi and said, "Who told you I don't like these songs?"

"Do you like it?" Yang Yi was a little confused.

"Yes, I heard you play the saxophone just now, that melody is so beautiful! How could I not like such a good song!" Murphy hugged Xiao Yu out, and the little one grabbed the placket of his mother's clothes with one hand, but he was very attentive to reach out to his father with the other hand.

"Baba!" Xiao Yu shook his little hand, it seemed that at this moment he was more interested in the father who teased him just now.

Yang Yi took the little one, but he was still very confused and continued to ask Murphy: "But, you just said that it was very sadistic!"

"It's one thing to be sadistic, it's another thing to like it, although it's very uncomfortable to look at these lyrics, but I still can't help but like them, these songs should be very interesting!" Murphy laughed deliciously, saw Yang Yi's stupid appearance, and said, "Oh, you don't understand women, the more women are abused, the more they like it!"

In those years, who watched those bitter dramas in neighboring countries with a handful of snot and tears, but liked it so much?

Woman......

Yang Yi was a little speechless: "Okay, if you like it, I'm still worried that you don't like this genre, because I plan to create a sad special for you." ”

"Okay, but you teach me to sing these three songs first, and I listened to a tune from "The Most Familiar Stranger." Murphy pressed his hands on the low cabinet and said to Yang Yi with great interest.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Okay, which song do you listen to first?"

"This one! "Song of a Thousand Thousand Que", this lyric is also very sad, but compared to others, it is a little lighter, not so straightforward, we go from shallow to deep, slowly. Murphy's eyes wandered, and he muttered.

"This song is more interesting, the female voice has the female voice, and the male voice has the male voice. Yang Yi remembered several versions he had heard in his previous life, groaned, and said, "I'll sing you a male voice, and we will study the female voice when the time comes." However, for the male version, I had to play a drum kit. ”

For the male version, Yang Yi of course has to imitate Leslie Cheung's singing.

"Then I'll help you hold your son. Murphy was interested and hugged Xiao Yu over.

"Oh, Baba!" the little guy didn't want to, he hadn't even started to play with his father!

Fortunately, Yang Yi sat in front of the drum kit, knock knock, and then played a set of tricks of fingertip sticks, which immediately attracted Xiao Yu's attention.

The little guy forgot what he had just said to his mother, opened his big round eyes, looked at his father in surprise, and seemed to be shocked by his father's powerful performance, and seemed to be using his little head to try to understand what his father was doing!

Yang Yi teased his son, and then he got serious and began to sing the first few lines: "Looking back slowly, it was each other's night." Honghong is still you, give me the sun in my heart......"

It's actually a Cantonese song!

Murphy had thought that the sentence structure of these lyrics was a bit peculiar, but she hadn't studied the language too deeply, and she couldn't tell at a glance which language was in word order.

However, a classic is a classic after all, Yang Yi just sang the first few lines, and Murphy was attracted by the charm of the rhythm shown in the song, she stood aside with Xiao Yu in her arms, looked at it with her eyes, and forgot to sit down.

Leslie Cheung's singing voice can move countless people, in fact, his singing skills are not the main reason - even if his singing skills are also top-notch, being able to control his voice with love is the key, which is also something that many imitators can't do!

Supplemented by the addition of singing skills, so that he can easily display his talent and express his sincere emotions easily, such songs can naturally impress the audience!

Yang Yi can't do Leslie Cheung's level for the time being, but with the wide vocal range, solid singing skills, and hard imitation, Yang Yi can also sing a little bit of brotherhood!

"It's a pity that I'm about to be on each side, so I have to stare deeply at this moment......"

Like this sentence, the gentle pause between "this moment" and "staring", and the change of emotion, Murphy listened to it with an obsessive expression.

At this time, Yang Yi beat the drum kit, as if using the rapid drum sound of the drum kit to bring in the chorus of the high/high tide part.

"The coming day is a thousand songs, floating on my road in the distance, and the coming day is a thousand evening stars, shining brighter than the moon tonight......"

Yang Yi sang affectionately while beating the drum kit according to the rhythm.

Only he, with his strong breath and extraordinary body coordination, can sing unaffected while beating the drum kit.

But Murphy didn't think deeply about these meaningless things, she looked at Yang Yi with a confused look, and was almost intoxicated by Yang Yi's subdued singing voice at the moment!

Yang Yi was also staring at her affectionately, humming in that very seductive singing voice: "It's not as beautiful as this night, and I can't wash what I think tonight, aha...... Because you sing with me tonight!"

Murphy bit his lower lip, his cheeks flushed slightly.

No one was willing to sing only half of this song, although it was only a demonstration, Yang Yi still sang it in its entirety, and finally, in the calm, harder and harder drum sound, hummed the final epilogue.

"How is this song?, isn't it?" Yang Yi said to Murphy with a smile after singing that he still had some unfinished thoughts.

Murphy gave him a hygienic eye and snorted pretending to be unhappy.

"What are you doing?" Yang Yi asked with a smile.

"You're so bad!" Murphy sneered, "I can't even ask for such a good song, and you actually tricked me just now, saying that I will change it to another song!"

"Hey, hey, why is it called bewitchment? You used to be taught Chinese by a physical education teacher?" Yang Yi laughed, he knew that Murphy was playing with him! The sometimes noisy and noisy little couple was also a manifestation of the interest in life.

"It's just demagoguery! Your Chinese is taught by the physical education teacher!"

When the two of them were arguing, Xiao Yu became very interested in the drum kit that his father played just now, and he finally attracted his father's attention.

"What, you want to play?" Yang Yi playfully handed a drumstick to the little guy.

The drumsticks are not heavy, and Xiao Yu can hold it. Moreover, his ability to imitate was beyond the expectations of his parents, and when Murphy carried him to the drum kit, the little one waved his little arms excitedly and struck the cymbal.

"Hee-hee, hee-hee!" the little guy had a good time, and turned his head to look at his father, grinning, as if to say: Daddy, look, I'll knock too!