House Dad's Literary Life

Learning martial arts is no longer possible. After Yang Yi put forward some training conditions, the little fatty backed down. How could he bear such hard training?

“Can you do some simple martial art without doing the horse stance, running and dieting?” Little fatty finally asked.

“No.” Yang Yi shook his head.

“Okay…” The little fatty lowered his head in frustration.

Nevertheless, even after his request was not granted, the little fatty continued to show his talkative nature, and the two of them became familiar with each other.

It turned out that the little fatty, named Guo Ziyi, was a talented young man.

Of course, this is just his a.s.sumption and self-proclamation. But at the age of 16, he skipped to the third year of senior high school, and his performance was the best in the whole school. His IQ is definitely not low!

But Yang Yi is still not convinced that this guy is that talented. But he’s absolutely a funny guy.

The little fatty, like a high achiever, felt that the college entrance exam is not that challenging, and changed his goal. And he signed up for Jiangcheng Media’s Art Exam this month.

“I want to be a big star!” Guo Ziyi said childishly.

Yang Yi is not convinced, but he is very interested. He wants to know how this guy made his decision, and how angry he made his parents and teachers.

“My parents don’t care about me, but my teachers are very anxious!” Guo Ziyi smiled, “But I don’t want to take the exam at the two famous schools in the north and the south of Beijing, and I don’t want to create results for them! Jiangcheng Media is good, there are many beautiful women…”

“…” Yang Yi was speechless.

Only 16 years old, and is already eager to make trouble?

In other words, this guy, by taking the opportunity to prepare for the exam, strolled around the campus all day, otherwise, he would not have run to Tingshan Mountain early in the morning to play and be chased by the wild boar.

“Can you even pa.s.s the Arts Examination if you suddenly come here like this?” Yang Yi expressed his suspicion.

Guo Ziyi patted himself on his chubby chest and said discontentedly, “Big brother Yang, how can you question me like this? At least, I have been learning vocal music since I was a child.”

Yang Yi took down the guitar, that the old man had given him, from the wall and handed it to Guo Ziyi: “You play a song that you are good at, let me listen to it.”

“Wow, Big brother Yang, do you have such a good guitar? Brown_B!” Guo Ziyi immediately recognized the brand. He exclaimed and made a fuss. And after receiving it, he became fond of it and was unable to let it go.

Yang Yi did not explain, and just raised his hand and let Guo Ziyi begin his performance.

Guo Ziyi’s expression became serious after he picked up the guitar. He gently moved the guitar and thought about it for a while. Then he said, “Big brother Yang, let me sing you a song I like very much, Cao Fang’s “Southern Town”.”

(PS: This song exists in reality, and can be cla.s.sified into this world for a while. Interested people can search and listen to it. Light jazz and slow folk song, suitable for lazy afternoon listening.) (TN: This is in the raw.)

Yang Yi is not very familiar with the music of this world. He has been rushing around to decorate the coffee shop for some time, and has no time to install a high-end sound system at home. When he has a chance, he should “taste” the music feast of the world.

The guitar strings were gently pulled, and a series of very slow prelude flowed out.

Yang Yi could not help but close his eyes. The melody is simple, but it gave people a rare peace of mind. He quickly judged that the song should be a folk song.

The same melody was repeated several times, and Guo Ziyi hummed softly.

“Southern town, there is no radiance……”

In his past life, Yang Yi felt that every fat person in the music industry was a potential stock1, such as Han Hong, Sun Nan, Liu Huan domestically, and Adele from oversees. Although these people were fat, they had a unique voice and could sing high key songs and they can also span many vocal ranges.

Guo Ziyi, this little fatty, is obviously the same. Although the melody of the song is not very high, it should be a female song. To sing a slightly higher tone with such rhythm, Yang Yi admits that he can’t do it, but Guo Ziyi sings it very easily.

“Every time I come back here, I feel calm.”

“The sun is blazing, the leisure steps of people…”

It is worthy of being 16 years old boy, the voice is limpid and without any impurity. The boy sang with a beautiful voice.

And when he sang the word “flower”, there’s a faint transition from the word “flower” to “er” with several degrees of change in tone, singing this relax song to its fullest.2 (TN: See notes at the end to fully understand what this mean.)

“shake, shake, shake, shake, shake”

“I am here to sing this song alone, the people just smile, oh, smile…”

“I am here to sing this song alone, you don’t know, oh, know…”

……

Yang Yi closed his eyes and really listened to the song quietly until the end. The song is in fact ordinary. Its value lies in its purity and simplicity. People who like slow-paced folk songs will like it very much, but there are only few people who are like that. Songs like this is not easy to get hot in the market.

However, Guo Ziyi sang well. Whether it was his voice or singing skills, Yang Yi felt that he was much better than some of the pretentious singers in the domestic music industry in his previous life!

However, after putting down the guitar, his essence of being a funny guy came out again and asked with a look of expectation, “Hey, Big brother Yang, what do you think of my singing?”

Looking at that expression, it’s almost like Xixi, who eagerly want to be praised by his father.

“Well, you should have no problem taking the music exam.” Yang Yi said faintly.

“Huh?” Guo Ziyi was surprised. He scratched his head and said, “but I went to the Performing Arts Department to take an exam!”

“……”

Yang Yi couldn’t restrain himself this time. He took off his slipper and hit him with it, “You took the test at the Performance Arts Department, then what was that about when you told me about you learning vocal music?”

Guo Ziyi hugged his head and scurried: “Performing Arts Department’s exam also needs special skills ah, if I take the exam I will, how boring ah! Ah, ah, I was wrong. Don’t beat me Big Brother Yang.”

This funny guy’s face is as thick as the city wall.

He hanged out with Yang Yi for a day and was also given two meals by Yang Yi. He then had the audacity to come over and lodge. “Brother Yang, seeing that your house is so big, so luxurious, and empty. Why don’t I check out of my hotel and come here to stay with you?”

When Yang Yi looked at him with cold eyes, he hurriedly made a blocking gesture, afraid that Yang Yi could not help it but beat him again.

“Just for a few days, after the art exam, I have to go back to school. I’ll pay rent, a lot of rent. “Guo Ziyi said with a smile.

This guy! Yang Yi actually knows that Guo Ziyi’s family is not ordinary. It can be seen that the clothes he wears and the watches he wears are high-end products that ordinary families can afford to buy. And when Guo Ziyi held that guitar, although he was very surprised, he didn’t show much concern. This shows that he has used something like it before, or even better!

Guo Ziyi wanted to come over for a meal, but Yang Yi really wanted to refused in his heart.

But he suddenly remembered his decoration work below, and thought that he probably lacked a helper?

“It’s not impossible for you to come and stay for a few days.” Yang Yi looked at Guo Ziyi unkindly and said, “I will not accept your rent, but you have to help me.”

Guo Ziyi was overjoyed. He patted his chest and promised, “No problem, Big Brother Yang, I, Guo Ziyi, with more than 100 kilograms of meat is at your disposal!”

Oh, I hope you can still laugh tomorrow!

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