House Dad's Literary Life Chapter 178

Chapter 178 – I Love You

If love could be obtained by just writing a love poem, then there wouldn’t be so many frustrated people in this world.

Unfortunately, everyone has started their lives in the highest difficulty mode, while Yang Yi seems to be playing in the easiest mode.

Mo Fei said, “If you write me a new love poem on the spot, I’ll agree!”

Upon hearing these words, Yang Yi was overjoyed. He had been racking his brain to come up with a romantic gesture, but writing a love poem? That seemed too easy. He readily agreed and then set to work, trying to choose the most romantic poem to give to Mo Fei.

He got it!

Yang Yi stood up, holding a chopstick in his right hand as if it were a microphone. He was a bit nervous, clenching and unclenching his left fist, trying to adjust his own state of mind.

Mo Fei pursed her lips, feeling a bit guilty in her heart. She wondered if she had been too stubborn and pushed Yang Yi too hard.

Perhaps a 17 or 18-year-old girl still has the privilege of acting coquettish and capricious, making a man do this and that for her, and insisting on having all her demands fulfilled.

But she wasn’t a 17 or 18-year-old girl anymore! She was 30 years old and had a child. How could she still have the right to be arrogant and willful? Even though he was Xixi’s father, would Yang Yi be impatient or annoyed by her capriciousness?

Mo Fei was a little worried, afraid that she had crossed Yang Yi’s bottom line. What if things went sour and they couldn’t resolve it?

But Mo Fei also wanted to experience the sweet and cloying love described in books! She also wanted to be like a little princess, doted on by a man who would indulge her, come up with all sorts of ways to create romance for her, and give her surprises.

It was very contradictory.

Just when Mo Fei was worrying about personal gains and losses, Yang Yi coughed lightly and began reciting his poem, “I love you!” (Note 1)

Hmm? Mo Fei looked up with some confusion. Was ‘I love you’ a direct confession or the name of a poem?

“I love you, not only because of your appearance,

But also because for how I am when I’m with you.

I love you, not only because what you do for me,

but also because of what I can do for you.”

It really is a poem! Mo Fei was stunned. The first paragraph made her emotions surge, and she thought of Yang Yi’s changes over the past two months.

Maybe this was his way of confessing his feelings?

It really was a poem! Mo Fei was stunned. The first paragraph made her emotions churn. She recalled the changes in Yang Yi over the past two months.

“I love you because you can evoke the most genuine part of me.

My foolishness, my weaknesses, almost do not exist in your eyes.

And the most beautiful place in my heart is illuminated by your radiance.”

Mo Fei stared at Yang Yi blankly. At that moment, she felt that Yang Yi had expressed her innermost thoughts. Yes, she felt it was the other way around!

Although Yang Yi was confessing, Mo Fei felt that it was her own foolishness and weaknesses that were almost non-existent in Yang Yi’s eyes.

She felt a little ashamed because she used to be very picky and often complained to Mo Xiaojian about Yang Yi’s stubbornness and rigidity, but she had never noticed his brilliance, his enchanting excellence!

Yang Yi said that she brought out the most genuine part of him. Mo Fei felt that she had not done as much as Yang Yi had thought, so she was both moved and ashamed.

Yang Yi’s voice was very pleasant to listen to, with a s.e.xy and magnetic quality to it. He continued to read in a gentle and rhythmic tone:

” Others have never bothered to walk so far,

Others find it too much of a ha.s.sle to search,

So no one has discovered my beauty,

So no one has been here.

I love you,

Because you’ve turned my rotten life to a magical one.”

At this moment, Yang Yi’s voice became excited because it was infused with his genuine emotions. He felt that the killings and loneliness of his past life had already made him tired, but in this present life, his ordinary world had become colorful because of Xixi and Mo Fei, these two women in his life!

Yes, wasn’t that turning something rotten into something magical?

Mo Fei’s mood also had an indescribable sense of pride, or perhaps a sense of satisfaction.

Yang Yi was right when he said, “No one has discovered my beauty”. Mo Fei now felt that she was very lucky.

Because in the past, he had spent his youth in the army and not long after leaving, he had met her. Although the initial encounter was not good and the process was delicate, the result was good. Fate had bound them tightly together, not allowing other seductive and cheap women to take him away.

Only in this way could she have the chance to discover Yang Yi’s excellence.

This man was faithful and never fooled around with other women.

This man took care of his family. He took care of his daughter without complaint or regrets. He was even better at managing the household than a woman.

This man was talented. He could write best-selling novels, compose sweet love poems, cook delicious meals, and tell interesting stories.

This man was also very romantic. He may seem like a block of wood most of the time, but when he decides to be romantic, he can be really mushy.

More importantly, all of these changes seemed to be for her. He’s becoming better and better for her.

She was grateful that Yang Yi used to hide his excellence behind a stiff, awkward facade, and that she was able to gradually uncover his beauty.

“Because of you, my life

Is no longer an ordinary inn,

But a magnificent temple.

In my day-to-day work,

There is no longer any complaint,

But rather, it is filled with beautiful melodies!”

Yang Yi was still reciting pa.s.sionately while Mo Fei was already struggling to contain her inner emotions. She covered her mouth, her eyes s.h.i.+mmering with tears, gazing at Yang Yi affectionately.

At the end of the poem, it still started with a pa.s.sionate confession:

“I love you,

Because you can make my life infinitely better than any belief or fate.

Because you fill my life with joy, more than fate ever would.

And you do all of this,

Without any effort, any words, any hint,

Simply because you are you!”

What could be more affectionate than telling the other party, “It’s not because of anything else, but simply because of you, that everything in my life is wonderful, and that’s why I love you!”

Mo Fei understood Yang Yi’s poem. She was in tears. She was so moved that she couldn’t speak. She didn’t know what to say….

Yang Yi was a bit nervous and carefully asked, “How is it? Is this poem okay?”

Mo Fei nodded her head for a while, shook her head for a while, and then nodded again, which confused Yang Yi.

What did it mean?

Was it okay or not?

However, Yang Yi thought that Mo Fei would only agree if she was satisfied! It seemed that this teary expression couldn’t be considered satisfied!

“It’s okay if it is not okay, I still have more!” Yang Yi was determined today. Even if he had to recite all the poems from his past life, he would make Mo Fei satisfied.

He raised his chopsticks again and recited pa.s.sionately:

“I wish so much there was a doorway,

In the morning, with the sun upon the gra.s.s,

We’d stand there,

Leaning on the door frame,

The door’s so low, but the sun’s so bright,

The gra.s.s is seeding, all around,

The wind’s blowing, in the leaves,

We’d stand there, without speaking,

That would be so fine…”(Note 2)

It was another cla.s.sic. 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 have been many beautiful mornings like this in the past, with lush gra.s.s and birds flying. They sang together on the balcony or play in the gra.s.s field below, but there was not only the two of them, but also a lovely little girl.

These beautiful things were also what Mo Fei looked forward to!

She was so moved that she couldn’t control herself. Tears blurred her vision, and happiness choked her voice, leaving her only able to shake her head vigorously.

“Still not okay?” Yang Yi misunderstood. He scratched his head and seriously said, “Then I’ll keep reciting.”

“I said there’s no need! I’m satisfied. I promise you!” Mo Fei shouted hoa.r.s.ely, but her voice was distorted.

Yang Yi heard it vaguely. He asked in confusion, “What did you say?”

“I said I love you!” Mo Fei stomped her feet and stared. She wiped away 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?”

“Um…” This time, he couldn’t find the words to say.

(Note 1: This poem “I love you” has been slightly edited by Xiaohan and its source is controversial. Some say it’s from Roy Croft’s “Love,” while others say it’s Roy Croft’s translation of Austrian poet Erich Fried’s “I Love You.” Note 2: This poem “In Front of the Door” is quoted from Gu Cheng’s work and many readers may have read it before. PS: The two poems together are about 300 characters, while the main text is about 2400 characters, so it’s not too much of a burden for everyone.) (Author’s Note)