If love could be obtained with a love poem, then there wouldn't be so many frustrated people in this world.
Unfortunately, you and I have the highest difficulty in life mode, but Yang Yi is playing the easy mode.
Murphy said, "If you write a new love poem for me on the spot, I'll agree!"
Yang Yi was overjoyed when he heard this. It was quite troublesome for him to think about how to be romantic, but to "write" a love poem? This was too easy, so he agreed. Then, he tried his best to think of the most romantic love poem to give to Murphy.
Got it!
Yang Yi stood up, holding a chopstick in his right hand as if it was a microphone. He was a little nervous. His left hand clenched and unclenched, trying his best to adjust his state.
Murphy pursed her lips. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She wondered if she was too willful and pushed Yang Yi too hard.
Perhaps a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl still had the right to act coquettishly, willfully making a man do this and that for her, willfully making a man satisfy all her requests.
But she wasn't a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl anymore! She was already thirty years old and had a child. How could she still have the right to be arrogant and willful? Although he was Xi Xi's father, would Yang Yi be impatient? Would he be angry at her willfulness?
Murphy was a little nervous. She was afraid that she had crossed Yang Yi's bottom line. What if she couldn't get out of the scene?
However, Mo Fei also wanted to experience the kind of sweet love that was described in the book! She also wanted to be like a little princess, to be doted on by a man, to be at her whim, to think of all ways to create romance for her, to give her a surprise.
It was very contradictory.
Just when Mo Fei was worrying about the gains and losses, Yang Yi coughed softly and began to recite his poem, "I love you!" (Note 1)
Huh? Murphy looked up in confusion. Was "I love you" a direct confession? Or was it the name of the poem?
"I love you, not only because of your appearance
But also because of how I am when I'm with you
I love you, not only because of what you've done for me
But also because of what I can do for you. "
It was really a poem! Murphy was stunned. The first paragraph caused her emotions to surge. She recalled the changes in Yang Yi over the past two months.
Perhaps this was his heartfelt confession?
"I love you because you can summon the truest part of me.
I love you because you pass through the wilderness of my heart as easily as the sun passes through a crystal.
My foolishness, my weakness, almost does not exist in your eyes.
But the most beautiful place in my heart is illuminated by your light. "
Murphy stared blankly at Yang Yi. At this moment, she felt that Yang Yi had spoken her mind. Yes, she felt that it was the other way around!
Although Yang Yi was confessing, Murphy felt that it was her foolishness and her weakness that almost did not exist in Yang Yi's eyes.
She was also a little ashamed because she used to be very picky. She often complained to Mo Xiaojuan about Yang Yi's stubbornness and Yang Yi's rigidity, but she did not notice his shining point, his intoxicating excellence!
Yang Yi said that she had summoned the truest part of him. Murphy felt that she really did not think as much as Yang Yi, so she was both touched and ashamed.
Yang Yi's voice was very pleasant. It was a very sexy magnetic voice. He continued to read gently and with a cadence:
"No one else has bothered to walk so far,
No one else has found it too troublesome to find,
So no one has discovered my beauty,
So no one has been here.
I love you,
Because you have turned my rotten life into a magical one. "
At this moment, Yang Yi's voice became emotional because he had integrated his true feelings. He felt that he had long been tired of the killing and loneliness of his previous life, but in this life, his ordinary world had become colorful because of Xi Xi and Murphy!
Yes, wasn't it just turning rotten into magical one?
Murphy's mood was also somewhat indescribably proud, or perhaps secretly happy.
Yang Yi was quite right. "No one has discovered my beauty." Murphy now felt that she was very lucky.
Because in the past, he had spent his youth in the military camp. Not long after he came out, he met her. Although the cause of their meeting was not good and the process was very subtle, now it seemed that the result was good. Fate had tightly tied them together and did not let other flirtatious sluts take him away.
Only in this way would she have the chance to discover Yang Yi's excellence.
This man was single-minded and had never been a womanizer.
This man took care of his family. He took care of his daughter without any complaints or regrets. He was even better at housework than a woman.
This man was brimming with talent. He could write best-selling novels, write sweet love poems, cook well, and tell interesting stories.
This man was also very romantic. Usually, he was like a big block of wood, but as long as he made up his mind to be romantic, it was really mushy.
More importantly, all of this seemed to have changed for her. He was becoming better bit by bit for her.
She was very glad, glad that Yang Yi used to hide his excellence with a rigid and nerdy mask. She was glad that she could gradually unearth his beauty.
"Because with you, my life,
Is no longer an ordinary inn,
And has become a magnificent temple,
In my work day in and day out,
No longer full of complaints,
But full of beautiful melodies! "
Yang Yi was still reciting affectionately, but Murphy could no longer suppress the rolling emotions in her heart. She covered her mouth and looked at Yang Yi affectionately with tears in her eyes.
At the end of the poem, it still began with a passionate confession:
"I love you,
Because you can make my life incomparably beautiful more than faith,
Because you can make my life full of joy more than fate.
And you have done all of this,
Without a trace of strength, a word, or a hint,
Just because you are you! "
What kind of affectionate confession was better than telling the other party: It's not because of anything else, but because of you. You made everything beautiful for me, so I love you!
Murphy understood Yang Yi's poem. She was crying. She was so touched that she couldn't speak. She didn't know what to say …
Yang Yi was a little nervous. He asked carefully, "How is it? Is this poem okay? "
Murphy nodded, shook her head, and nodded again. Yang Yi was confused.
What did this mean?
Okay or not?
However, Yang Yi thought that Murphy would only agree to him if she was satisfied! It seemed that this tearful expression couldn't be considered as satisfaction!
"It's okay if it's not okay. I still have more!" Yang Yi was determined today. Even if he had to memorize all the poems from his previous life, he would make Murphy satisfied.
He raised his chopsticks again and recited affectionately:
"How I wish there was a door
In the morning, the sun shines on the grass
We stand
Holding on to our door
The door is low, but the sun is bright
The grass is bearing its seeds
The wind is shaking its leaves
We stand and don't speak
It's very beautiful … "(Note 2)
It was another classic. Yang Yi was painting a beautiful picture, a picture of the two of them being together, a picture of happiness!
In fact, it already existed. There had been many beautiful mornings like this in the past. The grass was long and the orioles were flying. The two of them were singing on the balcony, or on the grass below. But it wasn't just the two of them, there was also a cute little girl.
These beautiful things were also what Murphy looked forward to!
She was so moved that she couldn't control herself. Tears blurred her vision and happiness blocked her voice in her throat. She could only shake her head vigorously.
"Still not okay?" Yang Yi misunderstood. He scratched his head and said seriously, "Then I'll continue."
"I said no need! I'm satisfied. I promise you! "Murphy choked and shouted, but her voice was distorted.
Yang Yi heard it vaguely. He asked doubtfully, "What did you say?"
"I said, I love you!" Murphy stamped her feet and stared. She wiped her tears and said angrily.
Yang Yi heard it clearly this time, but he couldn't believe his ears, "Ah? You, what did you say? "
"Ugh …" This time, he couldn't speak.
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