Tang Shuang let out a miserable scream, and the beaten chickens and dogs jumped.

Tang Zhen stood in the center of the living room with trekking poles in her hand, and said to Tang Shuang, who was cowering in the corner: "Tang is three years old! ”

Tang Shuang's two lines of old tears flowed out, and said pitifully: "I know~"

Tang Hao put down the murder weapon at this time, Tang Shuang put her mind at ease, and seemed to have to sit next to Tang Zhen to please her.

"Sister, were you tired when you hit me just now? I'll give you a massage. ”

said that without waiting for Tang Hao's consent, he rubbed his shoulders and back diligently, this dog's legs!

Tang Hao was about to have a seizure, Tang Shuang said quickly: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, sister, I'll tell you the truth, in fact, the songs you wrote are very good, I have read all the manuscript paper on your desk in the past few days, the words are very good, the songs are of different levels, but they are all okay, it should be enough to be a second- or third-rate independent musician." ”

Second- and third-rate independent musicians? Tang Zhen endured it, but she didn't know whether it was a boast or a loss.

It should be praised, Tang Hao has no confidence in her works at all, let alone the second- or third-rate level, in her heart, she can't get on the stage at all.

To say that Tang Hao doesn't care about her own works must be a lie, otherwise she wouldn't have persevered for so many years and written hundreds of songs.

Nowadays, some people say that her work is actually very good, and they can't help but ask, "Really?"

Tang Shuang smiled in her heart, remained silent on the surface, patted her chest and said: "Of course it's true, you are my sister, do I need to be polite to you?" Sister, have you found that you are very talented, especially in writing lyrics, you really look like a great poet, how about our sister and brother combine their swords in the future, you write lyrics, I compose music, and compose a good story in the music world." ”

Tang Zhen said unconfidently: "I wrote it all blindly. ”

Tang Shuang: "There is no such thing as writing nonsense, if you want to say this, I also write words blindly, and words from the heart are precious." ”

Seeing that Tang Hao still had no confidence, Tang Shuang said, "You wait." ”

He picked up the guitar in the corner, tried playing it twice, and said to Tang Zhen, "Listen." ”

Tang Hao's big eyes didn't blink, and she watched curiously as Tang Shuang came to her with a guitar in her arms, and the two sat on their knees.

After Tang Shuang lowered her head and played with the guitar twice, she coughed, took the teacup and moistened her throat.

Does he still want to play and sing at the same time?" Tang Hao thought to herself.

As for Tang Shuang's broken gong voice, as soon as he made a sound, he ruined the atmosphere.

Tang Shuang looked up at Tang Hao, and saw that she was listening very seriously, so he continued to lower his head, and his toes touched the bottom rhythmically, which was playing the beat and finding the rhythm, and then, instead of plucking the guitar, he blew a melodic whistle......

Tang Zhen looked at him in amazement, listening to this whistling melody that he had never heard before, Tang Shuang couldn't sing, but whistling had nothing to do with his voice, he was still very confident.

The whistle is melodious, the melody is beautiful, and the cheerful tone seems to run with playfulness and impatience.

This whistle lasted for about thirty seconds, and then the guitar sounded, Tang Hao sounded a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and when he heard the second melody, he suddenly woke up!

This melody is her song "Spring Beauty"!

Tang Hao's eyes were instantly full of surprise and surprise, and on her frost-like beautiful face, she couldn't help but show a hint of a smile, like the artistic conception of this song, after the cold winter passed, the breath of spring swept the earth, revealing the surprise of spring.

It's so good~

Tang Hao hid the excitement in her heart, closed her eyes involuntarily, listened to Tang Shuang's playing, and her right hand on her knee couldn't help but shake with the music.

Sure enough, it was the song "Spring Beauty" written by her, although the melody has changed a lot, but it can still be heard.

In fact, no matter how much it changes, as long as there is still a small piece of the original melody, Tang Hao can hear it, because for countless nights, she held the guitar and sang while playing, entertaining herself, these notes were almost engraved into her heart, and she could never forget it.

After Tang Shuang's adjustment of "Spring Beauty", the melody is more varied, the rhythm is just right, in this originally super literary ballad, a lot of popular factors have been added, and it has become more catchy and done in one go, like a bend in spring, flowing along the mountain rocks, so leisurely, so clear and vivid......

Listening and listening, all kinds of distractions in Tang Hao's heart seemed to be baptized, and her heart became as pure as spring water, calm and natural, no longer angry, no longer worried, no longer irritable......

She looked at Tang Shuang, who was completely immersed in the performance, and couldn't help but look at her confused, is this still the boyish brother?

He is now publishing books and writing songs, and he has achieved very good results, which she couldn't have imagined a week ago, not long ago Tang Sanjian was complaining on the phone that Tang Shuang was not angry, and he hung up six of the twelve courses, which was embarrassing.

She is still thinking about her younger brother, what job to find him after graduation, how to help him, worried that he will suffer in society, and worried that he will not grow up to make his father angry......

However, she thought about all this too much, the younger brother in front of her didn't need her help at all, on the contrary, he was helping herself, otherwise, her dreams would have been shattered, and even her life would have to experience tragedy.

……

"Sister~Sister!Asleep?"

Tang Shuang's voice woke Tang Hao from his chaotic thoughts.

Seeing Tang Hao's eyes focused again, Tang Shuang said, "Did you hear this song?"

Tang Hao smiled and said, "Of course, it's the beauty of spring." ”

Tang Shuang: "It's good to laugh, this song is very well written, I didn't move the lyrics, I only tuned the song a little, let's try it again, I play the guitar, you sing, do you want the lyrics?"

Tang Zhen wrinkled her nose arrogantly and said, "Don't." ”

Tang Shuang: "Okay, then let's prepare, you beat the beat." ”

Tang Hao patted her hands lightly, da~da~da~da~

Tang Shuang whistled, as if this was the first warm current blowing through the mountains and valleys, with this warm current came a strong breath of spring, they were about to blow the winter snow, wake up the life in the dream, everything revived, everywhere was the sound of growth, the silent wilderness overnight, revealing full of vitality...... The sun is shining, falling on the smiling faces, spring is so beautiful!

Tang Hao's beautiful and gentle singing voice sounded, and she sang very, very seriously, as if she wanted to put all her feelings into it.

This is her song, every word, every melody, she remembers it deeply, every sentence is her mood, and what she sings is the voice she has hidden in her heart for many years.

She has sung countless songs, but there has never been a moment that makes her satisfied, infinitely proud, and that pride fills her bosom and warms her heart......

She found the joy of singing again, this joy she hadn't experienced for a long time, it didn't contain any utilitarianism, it didn't have any purpose, she just enjoyed the music purely, and enjoyed the infinite world that music brings, this world is so beautiful!

The wind and rain have passed, and the spring light shows her enchanting side.