It was a new day, and the "Corner Coffee Shop" sign was hung up.
Yang Yi sat in his bar again, but this time, he didn't patiently wipe the cups, but held a book and slowly read it.
Xi Xi sat in the sofa circle in front of the bar, holding her dolls and playing a very happy game alone. Only occasionally would she raise her head and see that her father was still sitting there, and she would be relieved.
The coffee shop still had few customers, but there was still a little difference from before!
There was more pleasant singing!
"You said that this road was a little dark, but you didn't want to accompany me, the so-called care was only left with indifference, I could only bear the sadness alone..."
In the four inconspicuous corners of the shop, there were newly bought stereos. Murphy's faint singing, under the contrast of the stereo sound of the high Hi-Fi equipment, was more lingering and heartbreaking.
"Actually, her song is not bad. Even if she didn't take it by force, I would still leave a place for her." Yang Yi was tired of reading. Sometimes, he raised his head and looked at the album on the work surface under the bar, secretly thinking in his heart.
This was Murphy's most successful album in the year, called "Same as the Road", and Yang Yi had just listened to Murphy's most popular song so far, the title song of the album "Same as the Road"!
At that time, Murphy's album sold platinum records, and also pushed her to the throne of the iceberg song queen. After Yang Yi listened to it, he couldn't help but praise the excellence of this album!
Moreover, the song "Same as the Road" was really good. The story told by the lyrics was heartbreaking, and Murphy's unique and cold voice interpreted this emotion to seem ordinary, but it couldn't help but be sad.
Even if he was very familiar with Murphy, after listening to this song, Yang Yi couldn't help but want to give her a hug, and wanted to understand the past described in her song.
Of course, this song was written by someone else, and it was about someone else's story …
But Murphy's voice was very special. If one had to use a reference to describe it, then her voice had Ah Mei's range, Wang Fei's coldness, and Mo Wenwei's loneliness and sorrow. If one listened carefully, Yang Yi's sharp ears would be able to detect Milk Tea's sentimentality hidden in the depths of her voice.
It was just that Mo Fei's sensibility was hidden in the corner of every lyric and hidden in her superb singing skills!
About this singing technique, Yang Yi remembered reading a background introduction about Murphy on the Internet: Many years ago, Murphy's mother was also a singer in Harbor City. But at that time, Harbor City was in its golden age, and there were many talented people. Murphy's mother couldn't even make it to the second or third-tier singers, let alone compare with Murphy's achievements now.
However, Murphy had been taught by her since she was a child, so she had a good voice and was familiar with all kinds of singing techniques. Therefore, from the moment she debuted, she was able to sing very difficult songs, which stunned many management companies and songwriters.
But why was it that as time passed, she gradually hid her emotional side? Yang Yi couldn't understand this question.
Just as he shook his head and was about to continue reading, the wind chime at the door rang. There were customers!
Yang Yi raised his head and saw two men wearing glasses standing there.
The one in the lead was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, while the young man standing slightly behind was wearing a pair of round glasses that looked a little silly. He looked a little bit like a two-dimensional character.
Of course, it was obvious that the young man with round-framed glasses was a little embarrassed. When he made eye contact with Yang Yi, he subconsciously looked away. Presumably, he wasn't very good at dealing with people.
They looked around the overly deserted coffee shop, and their expressions were a little confused and hesitant. They didn't look like customers, so they just stood still at the door!
"You two, what would you like to drink?" Yang Yi had no choice but to take the initiative to greet them.
"Boss, I'm sorry, we're looking for someone." The middle-aged man with the black-framed glasses explained with a smile.
Looking for someone? Yang Yi was confused. He usually didn't have many customers here, and he didn't cultivate any regulars. Why would someone come here to look for someone?
But the middle-aged man with the black-framed glasses turned his head and said to the young man with the round-framed glasses, "Qiang Zi, you call and ask, we're already here, did he give the wrong address?"
The young man with the round-framed glasses quickly nodded, he pulled the zipper of his laptop bag, but then he remembered something was wrong, so he took out his phone from his trouser pocket.
Wait a minute, Qiang Zi?
Yang Yi's thinking speed was still very fast, he immediately reflected where he had seen this name.
"You guys, are looking for me?" Yang Yi shook the buzzing phone in his hand, looked at the other party helplessly and said.
"You're Yang Yi?" The young man with the round-framed glasses asked in surprise.
"I'm the real deal, do you want to see my ID?"
…
Finally, they confirmed each other's identity. The two people who came were Hu Da, the editor-in-chief of Qiyue Chinese Network, and Qiang Zi, the editor in charge of Yang Yi.
"Yang Yi, you used to be a soldier?" When Hu Da got closer, he saw Yang Yi's height and figure. He asked in surprise.
"Yes." Yang Yi nodded.
Hu Da suddenly realized, he said, "No wonder the military novels you wrote resonated with so many readers! It's too realistic, it can't be related to your experience, right? "
Yang Yi was speechless, "Novels are just artistic creations."
"I understand, I understand!" Hu Da laughed.
Qiang Zi was diligent in asking questions on the Internet, but in reality, he was a little embarrassed and embarrassed to speak, except for shaking hands with Yang Yi at the beginning.
He even sat a little reserved, he couldn't help but be distracted, turning his head to look at the little girl behind him. Yang Yi had just introduced her as his daughter Xi Xi.
She was so cute, as beautiful as a porcelain doll.
Qiang Zi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "When I reach Yang Yi's age, I must raise such a lovely daughter!"
But the question was, would he have a girlfriend at this age? Qiang Zi was sad.
Xi Xi felt it. She turned her head curiously and looked at the uncle with messy hair. Her big bright eyes scared Qiang Zi and he quickly turned his head again.
On the other side, Hu Da was still chatting with Yang Yi. As the host, Yang Yi naturally had to make coffee for the guests. Just as Hu Da was looking at Yang Yi's bar, he suddenly saw the book Yang Yi had put next to him.
Although Hu Da hadn't read "From the Fall of Our Country to a Comprehensive Counterattack," the title of the book clearly told him what kind of historical book it was!
Hu Da had a flash of inspiration, and he took the initiative to ask, "Yang Yi, the new book you told Qiang Zi about, are you going to write a story that takes place during the resistance against the invasion?"
Yang Yi was grinding coffee beans. Hearing this, he raised his head in surprise, "How did you know?"
When he saw Hu Da's eyes pointing at the book, he understood.
Yang Yi smiled and said, "Yes, I want to write a war story that's different from 'Soldiers Assault.' It's more hot-blooded and exciting!"
Listening to Yang Yi's simple description, Hu Da secretly clenched his fists.
Hot-Blooded and exciting, wasn't that what he wanted? A military novel that was closer to the rhythm of online literature!
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