To prepare this cup of yogurt, Yang Han actually just mixed and matched the ingredients on hand. How could there be any particularly advanced literary and artistic ideas? But Kang Yao increased the difficulty for them and asked them to "make it up" on the spot, and Yang Han was not afraid.

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"Pink Beach, this work of mine actually has a story behind it!" Yang Han said with a smile, pointing to the reddish white yogurt decorated with lotus mist in the red wine glass.

"Is there any more story?" Yan Zhenfu exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, but let me test everyone first. The beaches in our minds should all be white, so when will the beaches be pink?" Yang Han gave the lie.

"When is the sunset?" Yang Ruoyi responded the fastest this time.

"By the way, when there is a pink sunset!" Yang Han continued to make up a story, "I used to have a business friend in Baodao. His hometown lived by the sea. He told me that he had the most beautiful feelings about the sea.

The memory is actually not about lobster and abalone, nor about yacht surfing, but when he was a child, he went to his grandmother's house, while the adults were working, he ran to play on the beach."

If Su Xuexuan was here, she would definitely be able to react immediately and know what kind of medicine Yang Han was selling in the gourd!

It's a pity that Su Xuexuan is accompanying Dong Yixia and her son, and Yang Han can only buy medicines alone. No, he is telling stories: "It takes a long time to play, and it's time to eat in the evening, and grandma goes to find him. It's so beautiful in that way."

Under the pink sunset, grandma held his hand and walked slowly back on the red beach, leaving two rows of footprints, one large and one small."

When Yang Han moved his hands up and down to imitate the walking of his feet and talked about the footprints, Kang Yao couldn't help but admired: "Wow! The sense of the picture suddenly came out!"

"Really, I think I'm about to shed tears! Because I'm also from Baodao. Although my family doesn't live by the sea, and I don't have the experience of my grandma holding hands, my mother and I used to be like this. She held hands.

I went to the beach to play, it felt so beautiful!" Ouyang Ying also said with emotion.

Yang Han stood there with a smile, and after they finished their speeches, he continued: "I also wrote a song for him about this story, called "Grandma's Penghu Bay"!"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhenfu jumped out. Amid everyone's astonished expressions, he ran into the house, and then ran back with the guitar placed in the living room.

"Teacher Yang, come on, come on, you're welcome!" Yan Zhenfu put the guitar in front of Yang Han, and his words made everyone burst into laughter.

People in Mushroom House have figured out Yang Han's habit of singing new songs whenever he disagrees!

As a singer, Ouyang Ying also looked at it expectantly. She had also heard that Yang Han was very good at writing songs, and she also watched the blind audition just now and knew that it was completely random. Yang Han could actually get around to this.

When the song comes up, it shows that this song is definitely not arranged by the program team. It has a somewhat improvised meaning, which makes it even more worth looking forward to!

Yang Han didn't hold it, he picked up the guitar and started playing.

“The evening breeze gently blows across Penghu Bay,

White waves chase the beach,

There is no coconut grove adorning the setting sun,

It’s just a sea of ​​blue…”

This song is a classic song that has been sung on the earth for decades, and it is even a fond memory of many people’s childhood. The beauty of its lyrics and music can stand the test!

Therefore, although Yang Han's magnetic voice sounds very ancient when singing, what is even more intoxicating is the poetic lyrics of this song!

When Kang Yao listened, he couldn't help closing his eyes and shaking his head gently, as if he had already seen the beach in the evening...

"Sitting on the low wall in front of the door, fantasizing over and over again,

Also on the beach at dusk, there are two pairs of footprints."

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"That's when grandma held my hand gently with a stick.

Walking through the dusk towards the afterglow, the warm Penghu Bay,

A footprint is a string of laughter that kills a lot of time,

Until the night swallowed us up on the way home..."

The painting is full of imagery, and it sings out the innocence of the child and the kindness of the grandmother!

Everyone else was fine. Ouyang Ying, who just said she was about to cry, really had a sore nose and shed tears! She did not have the experience of the businessman friend in the story, and her mother was still alive, but she was in her forties after all.

She is now in her sixties and almost seventy years old. My mother’s physical condition is definitely not as good as it was then!

Thinking of the time when her mother held her hand and how old her mother was now, Ouyang Ying felt that time really flew by.

"...If I hadn't had my own child now, I would have wanted to go back to my childhood and spend time with my mother." After Yang Han finished singing, Ouyang Ying wiped her tears with the tissue Jiang Xinran handed her.

, while recalling.

"I think that instead of going back to the old time, we should cherish what we have now. We must take time to take our mother to play at the beach. Didn't your mother hold you in the past? Now it's you who will hold your hand.

Mom!" Kang Yao explained in a warm tone.

"Come back to our 'Pink Beach' for a stroll." Yang Han smiled and brought the topic back.

"I don't know what you think, but now I am a little reluctant to eat Teacher Yang's work. I feel that if I touch or mess up the footprints made of this cantaloupe, I will feel a deep sense of guilt." Yan Zhenfu stood at the station.

Beside him, he scratched his head and said.

"No, you can eat it, and you must finish it. Don't let go of the garlic. Our yogurt has a shelf life. Can you see it when you open the bag and eat it? It won't taste good if you wait. Then you are wasting our milk.

Yogurt gives us a lot of love!" Yang Han said jokingly.

In fact, Yang Han couldn't laugh for long, because later he was chosen to taste Yu Xiaoqi's "dark cuisine"!

Really “dark” cuisine!

Because it is black, the black soy sauce penetrates into the yogurt, forming a brown gradient layer, which looks very weird!

"Teacher Yang, mine contains garlic, soy sauce, and peanuts. I was afraid that you would eat the garlic, so I crushed the peanuts so that when you eat the crushed garlic, you can make up the peanuts in your mind.

That’s it!” Yu Xiaoqi suppressed a smile and presented her work.

Yes, Yu Xiaoqi’s hands are too dark, so few of the ingredients she chooses are “edible”!

Yu Xiaoqi was very embarrassed when she found out that she was trying to trick Uncle Yang, her best friend's father, but the way she was holding back her smile always made people think she did it on purpose!

"Hold on, do you still have any fruit here?" Yang Han asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes, there are bananas, but I also made them into mud and mixed them all together." Yu Xiaoqi knew that she would definitely be criticized by the audience, but now it was difficult to get off, so she could only bite the bullet and fight to the end, "I'll give it

I came up with a name and called it Hodgepodge!"

It’s not very literary, but it’s just such a thing. No matter how literary the name is, it can’t save its “darkness”!

"I think we can call it a pot of stew!" Yan Zhenfu laughed unkindly beside him.

"Afu, come here, didn't you say garlic is delicious just now? Come on, help Teacher Yang share half of it." Yang Han waved to him.

"Ah?" Yan Zhenfu was dumbfounded.
Chapter completed!