House Dad's Literary Life Chapter 95

Chapter 95 - The Bet with Mo Fei

Yang Yi's reply to Mo Xiaojuan that he needed time to prepare songs wasn't a perfunctory response, nor was it that Yang Yi couldn't find a song suitable for Mo Fei. On the contrary, Yang Yi have too many songs on his hand. He could take out almost all the pop songs in his previous life, enough to give Mo Fei several alb.u.ms!

It was just Mo Fei's songs were basically girl songs. Yang Yi hasn't played those songs in his previous life, and naturally he couldn't directly put out the music scores.

Fortunately, the memory he brought from his previous life was very clear, just like audio files extracted from a hard disk. As long as he listens to a song once, he basically wouldn't forget it. Therefore, he just needed to dig out the music score!

Of course, this workload was still quite heavy, because what Yang Yi wanted to pick was not simple scores, but scores that has been revised and improved by some professional musicians and producers, which could be said to be ready to use.

Fortunately, in his previous life, as an enthusiast who liked cla.s.sical music, Yang Yi could play three major musical instruments. Naturally, his ability to dig out music score didn't need to be questioned. As long as ancient instruments such as zither and Xun, which were not too popular, weren't involved in the performance, Yang Yi could still dig out the complete music score.

Even if it was a drum and a flute, Yang Yi understood a little about it!

…….

She also did not know whether she was infatuated with this world^[1], or as she explained to Yang Yi: “I came to celebrate Xixi’s birthday with you!”

The small house where Yang Yi lives was situated at the foot of a mountain and beside a river. In the front door, there were willows and flowers. In the morning, one could enjoy the sunrise and the mist, and in the evening one could enjoy the long river reflecting the sunset. The scenery was fascinating.

Although it was now a holiday, the place was spa.r.s.ely populated, but wasn't this serenity that Mo Fei likes? No one to disturb and no one to meet. She could drop her guard and take a real vacation.

What’s more, although Mo Fei refused to admit it, when living in this small house, the air was filled with her daughter’s cheerful laughter and of the occasional quarrel with him. Although it was noisy, the atmosphere was still heartwarming. This was the feeling of home!

One day before Xixi’s birthday, Mo Fei and Yang Yi took action. The two avoided Xixi and came to the balcony to discuss while the little girl was watching TV intently.

“Where are you going to arrange it?”

“In the coffee shop on the first floor. I will close it for a few days to reserve it for Xixi!”

“The first floor is full of transparent gla.s.s…”

“Don't worry. There’s basically no one here at night. Besides, if it's done in the living room on the second floor, wouldn't Xixi discover it?”

“Okay, what about the cake?”

“I’ve already ordered the cake. Tomorrow night, help me stall Xixi. I’ll ask the cake shop to deliver it specifically to the first floor!”

“Last time you told me on the phone, you spent tens of thousands of yuan ordering a cake?”

“I can’t help it. I want to make a snow castle for Xixi that she wants to see the most. I also spent a lot of time designing it for the cake chef, and it's very complicated to make, and they have to make a few samples to try first. With all of this, the cost is very high.”

“Okay. According to you, it’s not very expensive, but do you still have enough money?” Mo Fei was also a little worried about Yang Yi’s wallet!

“Hey, don’t look down on me! At least, my novel earns millions of yuans a month, which is better than you working hard in commercial performances to make money.”

“Don’t mention my sore spot! Or I’ll be angry again!” Mo Fei said angrily, “No matter how much money you make, I'm going to work. Music is my dream.”

This was the first time Mo Fei has opened up to Yang Yi about this issue. But it was surprising that Yang Yi was not as stubborn as before, which makes her angrily walked away. On the contrary, Yang Yi acted very natural and easygoing.

“Of course, life is worth doing what you like, isn’t it?” Yang Yi smiled lightly. “I support you!”

Mo Fei looked at Yang Yi incredulously, as if looking at a stranger.

Wait! Is this still Yang Yi?

He supported it? Support your music career?

Mo Fei couldn't even manage to be touched. She was confused by Yang Yi’s completely different ideas.

After all, Yang Yi was really against it before! Almost every time Mo Fei and he meet, the two will have a fight. Yang Yi holds the super-traditional idea that “Regardless of whether you live rich or poor, I don’t want you to sing to others in public.”, which really made Mo Fei feel devastated.

(PS: everyone may have forgotten that Xiaohan mentioned this conflict of consciousness at the beginning of the book, but everyone selectively ignored it. This is the reason why it was so difficult for Mo Fei to accept Yang Yi before! It is not because of his education, wealth, or background. He just feels that Mo Fei cares about his education, wealth, and background. This is just the misunderstanding of the original Yang Yi, and then this paranoid view is deeply rooted in his memory and it affects the current Yang Yi. I will mention it again here. I hope you can make a clear distinction between the reality and misunderstandings described by Xiaohan in the conflict.) (Author's note)

Yang Yi looked at Mo Fei’s eyes and realized that he was in danger of being exposed. He hurriedly laughed dryly twice and said, “Let's not talk about this, have you prepared a birthday present for Xixi?”

It was still her daughter that was important. Mo Fei removed her doubts just now from her mind. She smiled and said, “Of course, I asked Xiaojuan to buy it for me. I’ve already brought it with me!”

“What did you prepare?” Yang Yi questioned closely.

Mo Fei became vigilant, looked suspiciously at Yang Yi and said, “Why do you ask? Want to see what my gift is like, and then buy a more expensive one?”

After being exposed by Mo Fei, Yang Yi smiled awkwardly and said, “How could that be? My gift isn't store-bought^[2]. How can it be measured with money?”

"Humph, Xixi has lived with me for four years. As the saying goes, no one knows her daughter better than her mother. I know best what Xixi likes!” Mo Fei raised her chin a little proudly, revealing her white, slender jade neck.

“But women know women best!” Taking off the disguise of her cold indifference, Mo Fei looked more and more like a little woman^[3] in front of Yang Yi. “If you don’t believe it, let’s compete tomorrow to see whose gift Xixi likes best!”

“Good! Let's compare. What will you do if you lose?” Yang Yi's interest was piqued.

“You will lose!” Mo Fei hummed. “If one of us loses, we'll promise to do one thing for other party, okay? Unconditionally!”

“Deal!” Yang Yi didn’t think he would lose either. He held out his hand confidently.

Yang Yi wanted to have a handshake with Mo Fei to mark the start of the bet.

As a result, Mo Fei failed to understand. She looked at Yang Yi warily and said, “What are you doing?”

Yang Yi withdrew his hand awkwardly, and clumsily covered it up by scratching his head: “Nothing, my head itches…”

[1] This world - referring to when she is in Yang Yi's house, where she feels refresh and comfortable. Like away from her busy life. This is also described in the next paragraph.

[2] Meaning he made it himself. Homemade.

[3] Acting more girlish.

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