There were people who used phrases like "deep and calm," "soft and sad," and "like an echo in the night" to describe the characteristics of the saxophone. The emotions contained in "The Most Familiar Stranger" seemed to be squashed and elongated under the saxophone's performance. It was like silk, entangling people's hearts!
Although Yang Yi played the saxophone to tease his son at the beginning, he couldn't bear to blaspheme this piece of music, so he continued to play it affectionately.
Especially when he played the line "each sorrowful," he used a long, continuous trill to raise the pitch like an electric current, as if it could penetrate people's souls!
Murphy closed her eyes and immersed herself in the sad music of the saxophone. But even with her eyes closed, she couldn't suppress her bursting emotions. Two lines of tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes.
Yang Yi had just stood up from the wind and turned his head around when he saw this scene.
What's going on? Why is she crying?
Yang Yi immediately stopped playing, and the saxophone's voice stopped abruptly. Instead, he asked with concern, "Honey, what's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden? "
"Don't tell me you were moved by the song I played?" Yang Yi joked. "Did I play it that well? I'm not good at this kind of thing! "
Murphy rubbed her eyes and looked at the guy who didn't understand her feelings. She sat there sullenly. Her creased eyebrows, wrinkled nose, and slightly puffed pink cheeks were written all over her face: "I'm very sad, and I'm waiting for you to comfort me!"
Of course, Yang Yi could roughly guess the source of Murphy's emotions. He put down the saxophone and sat on the coffee table in front of Murphy. He looked at her and smiled gently. "Didn't I tell you that these songs were just my imagination? Don't think too much about it, okay? They don't express my true feelings. They're just emotions that I created out of thin air to write sad songs. "
How could Murphy not understand this? It wasn't as if Murphy didn't know if Yang Yi had a change of heart. However, she was a woman who needed a sense of security when it came to relationships. She couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.
She pursed her lips and said with a nasal voice, "I know … It's just that when I read these lyrics, I can't help but think of a lot of messy things."
"What nonsense?" Yang Yi asked.
"It's like you fell in love with someone else. Just like what you wrote in this song, I don't know when it started, but you didn't love me anymore …" Murphy said. Her heart ached and her eyes turned red again.
Yang Yi's heart ached when he saw this. He simply sat beside Murphy and pulled her into his arms. She straddled his thighs. The two of them faced each other and were even closer to each other.
Murphy's face turned red from Yang Yi's teasing. Not to mention that she didn't know where the bad feelings from before disappeared. She turned her head to look at Tong Tong, who was in the crib. Tong Tong was staring at them with wide eyes. Although the sofa armrest blocked some of her view, Murphy was still a little embarrassed.
"Our son is watching!" Murphy said shyly.
"Don't worry about him!" Yang Yi reached out and pinched Murphy's nose. He laughed and said, "Look at you. You can make yourself look so embarrassed by letting your imagination run wild! Aren't you a big idiot? Say it yourself! "
"You're still bullying me!" Murphy realized that she couldn't persuade Yang Yi, so she didn't care anymore. She revealed her true nature and cried out with an aggrieved expression.
"When did I bully you?" Yang Yi laughed.
"You pinched my nose!" Murphy said angrily.
"I didn't even use any strength. I just pinched it lightly. How can that be called pinching?"
"I don't care. Usually, when you feel sorry for me, you kiss me. Why would you pinch me … Ugh …" Murphy couldn't say anything else.
After a while, she was finally released. Her lips were red and translucent, and her face was as red as snow. Although she was still glaring at Yang Yi angrily, her eyes, which were filled with both joy and anger, seemed to be about to burst with charm!
"Don't let your imagination run wild. We're fine!" Yang Yi hugged Murphy and let her head rest on his chest. His lips were warm for a while before he spoke slowly.
"Then what about in the future?" Murphy was still affected by her imagination and muttered softly.
"Of course we'll continue to be fine! Writing songs is just writing songs. It has nothing to do with reality! "Yang Yi said softly.
After getting the answer she wanted, Murphy's head rubbed against Yang Yi's chest and didn't say anything.
"Let me read you a poem. Do you remember the last time I told you about 'Forcing myself to say my worries for a new poem'?" Yang Yi asked with a smile.
"I don't remember." Murphy replied softly.
"This is a poem written by an ancient person called Xin Qiji. The full text is like this: Young people don't know the taste of worries. Love to go up the stairs. Forcing myself to say my worries for a new poem … "Yang Yi recited with a cadence.
"Yi, you seem to have read one more line." Murphy sat up and said doubtfully.
"No, the poem is like this. There's another line below: Now I know the taste of worries. Wanting to say it, but not wanting to say it. Wanting to say it, but not wanting to say it's cold autumn! "Yang Yi said while shaking his head.
Murphy couldn't help but chuckle. "Cold autumn, this sentence sounds so casual! It's like talking. "
"That's right. What this poem wants to say is that when you were young, you didn't know what worries were. You liked to go to the top of a tall building and look into the distance, as if you could understand the taste of worries. And when you go to the top and look into the distance, you don't know how to worry. In order to write a good work, you can force yourself to say that you're worried. Now that you've tasted the taste of worries, you can't say it even if you want to. You can only say it's cold autumn … It's like saying normal words. There's no rhyme at all. "
Yang Yi interpreted a bunch of words before looking into Murphy's eyes with a smile and said softly, "The songs I'm writing now are originally to forcefully describe this kind of sad emotion. But just like this poem said, if a person really reaches this sad moment, I'm afraid they won't be able to write a work to express this emotion."
"I understand. I'm just, I'm just a little affected by the emotions of these songs. I suddenly feel sad in my heart." Murphy grabbed Yang Yi's hand and said with her head down, "But now that I'm by your side, I know that I didn't lose you. I'm very happy. I know that it's not like that!"
"Dang dang dang!" The sound next to them interrupted Yang Yi and Murphy's thoughts. They turned their heads to look.
At the crib, Tong Tong saw that his parents were ignoring him, so he was too lazy to continue looking. The little guy grabbed the toy in the crib, the plastic forklift that he liked, and rhythmically knocked on the crib's guardrail.
It was as if he was about to break out of prison!
Yang Yi and Murphy retracted their gazes and looked at each other with a smile. Murphy also got down from Yang Yi's lap and went to take care of her little son.
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