Vol 2 Chapter 311: Like nature

In this scenic spot at least a thousand miles away from home, no matter whether you are in a good mood or frustrated, everyone will be very happy this time, and they will be very open. No matter whether they can jump or not, many people follow their work in national costumes. The personnel, around the campfire, twisted.

This is one of the benefits of traveling. Escape from the original nest. Whether it is a temporary anaesthetic or a short escape, it is a rare opportunity to relax.

Feng Yiping didn't have such self-consciousness afterwards. He always wanted to wait for money and free time, and then take a good look at the distant world, usually at most around the city.

So, until he was reborn for reasons that were not clear until now, he only traveled around Southeast Asia, and he didn't even set foot in many places in the country, especially the northern provinces.

Now that I think about it, it’s really silly. According to his original idea, he has not been reborn. It is estimated that the day he finally meets Marx, he will not be able to wander around home and abroad. There is no way to make money. Time, like the ditch in the chest of a girl, can always be squeezed out as long as there is a heart.

This kind of bonfire party is quite interesting. Unlike the usual party, most people are spectators. They all sit in the stands and perform the performances of the actors.

This is different. There is no organization and no people performing different types of shows in turn. In fact, there is no distinction between audiences and actors. Everyone is participating, both audiences and actors.

If there were really performances, there would be only three of them. Two of them were playing music. One was playing the same horse head fiddle that Feng Yiping was carrying on his back, and the other was pulling the four Hus. Standing in front of him was a thick and strong Mongolian. The eldest sister, a very traditional Mongolian eldest sister-really like a full moon, singing in Mongolian relaxedly there.

Although I don't understand what it is singing, but the melody is beautiful, the breath is broad, and the emotion is deep. It has a prairie atmosphere and is very original.

Compared with those academic singers, the artisan voice is more life-like and more moving-Feng Yiping and Zhang Yan like this style of folk songs.

It's in such an unclear song. Together with the Mongolian brothers and sisters, everyone jumped up like cats and tigers, good or bad, regardless of the atmosphere. It's so much better than those formal evening parties, and everyone enjoys it.

I spent a long time in the reinforced concrete jungle, and spent a long time in the confinement. I just want to sway it for a while under the brilliant stars that are rare in this city.

When everyone joined hands and jumped around the bonfire, Feng Yiping took Huang Jingping a hand and joined in, took the hands of people he didn't know around him, and jumped together.

Actually, it can't be called jumping. It’s just like walking, but the people who jump are very happy, and the parents watching next to them are also very happy. Although they may not know how to jump, or are embarrassed to jump, or they are really unable to jump, they still do. .

The firewood was burning violently and sparks were splashing everywhere. Many people slowly withdrew to rest. Only Feng Yiping and the others, who were in their twenties and very energetic, jumped more and more vigorously, feeling that they were back in their school days. It's the same in a party until the sound of the piano and singing stops.

Older tourists returned to their rooms to rest one after another. Only young people like them still gathered around and refused to walk. There were also many couples who looked like they were whispering around the campfire.

Feng Yiping wiped the sweat from his head and held his piano case. Said to the big guy playing the matouqin, "Sainu, Aha, can I borrow this place to play a song?"

The Mongolian elder brother who was drinking from the big cup happily got up, let out his stool, and watched with interest Feng Yiping taking out the matouqin from the piano box.

Except when I was in junior high school, I sang with Huang Jingping at a party in the class. This is the first time Feng Yiping performed in front of the public. However, at any rate, he was sitting in the middle of the podium at a conference of thousands of people. People, facing these dozens of people, he is not too nervous.

Tune the strings, adjust the height of the microphone, put the piano case between his legs, and be quiet for a while, waiting for the two cameras to be in place, he sent his right hand forward, and has been practicing for several months. That song.

Even his parents don’t know what he wants to show here, but watching him walk to the microphone, those parents who are going to go back to rest also understand what’s going on. Of course they won’t miss such a time. Surrounded.

Mei Jianzhong looked at his grandson and two employees carrying cameras and asked Huang Jingping, "What is Yiping doing?"

"I don't know, he is practicing piano after Chinese New Year,"

"Why are you still looking for someone to take a photo?" Mei Qiuping asked.

"He didn't tell me," Huang Jingping shook her head and thought for a while, "Maybe, it must be related to business."

Although Feng Yiping didn’t tell her clearly, she could guess something from Feng Yiping’s conversation with Jin Ling. Although Youjia had already held a three-day promotion during the Dragon Boat Festival at the beginning of this month, but in fact, from last month At the beginning, they are preparing for a large-scale promotional event that will last for a week starting on June 30 of the Gregorian calendar, called "Half a Year."

Feng Yiping, who is not in the limelight, has prepared for so long this time and chose to perform in such a place. It must be related to work. As for what he will do next, he must ask him carefully later.

The prelude is the obvious grassland-style music. A group of people here felt very good after listening to it, but the Mongolian brother looked at the good piano in Feng Yiping's hand with some regret. Yan's art teacher saw that she actually used such high-end brushes and paints.

However, when Feng Yiping spoke affectionately, not only he, but also the female singer who was chatting next to him and the four-hued singer, also looked over in surprise.

After the voice change period, Feng Yiping’s voice was actually quite good. He was a very magnetic baritone. When he was in the first grade of high school, the teacher Chen, the head teacher, suggested several times to let him go to the school broadcasting agency.

"Hongyan, in the sky...,"

He fluently sang this song that he had practiced for a long time with his Dantian spirit. The only drawback was that he couldn't sing in Mongolian. He always felt that the song had to be in Mongolian to have a taste.

However, as far as he has learned twice, it's okay in other places. On the grassland where Mongolian is spoken, let's use Mandarin honestly.

Without too professional vocal training, Feng Yiping can't handle the high-pitched songs like "The Sea", but this "Hongyan" which he likes very much can still handle it.

The two lifetimes combined, more than 50 years of life experience, made him sing this song very affectionately, coupled with his mellow, but obviously young voice, it has a different charm than the original singing. .

To use an inappropriate analogy, it’s like the action movie stars of the island country, who are clearly engaged in performances that are too large to scale. Sometimes, especially the expressions and eyes, they look so pure and innocent. It’s fun and at a loss. Such a big contrast, you know, adds a lot of points to their "performance".

He was at home before, just playing the violin. He hadn't sang while playing. Even Huang Jingping's mouth opened wide when he sang.

Mei Jianzhong and Feng Zhenchang and his wife, although they are a little accustomed to Feng Yiping who often come up with things they don't know and ability, but they are surprised, even those next to them can see it.

A father next to him touched Feng Zhenchang, "Yiping has this ability, don't you know, brother?"

Feng Zhenchang didn't look back, "I don't know,"

Mei Qiuping also stared at her son intently, "It seems that when he was in junior high school, he learned to sing and draw from Teacher Zhu for a while."

When I sang the second paragraph, I originally thought Feng Yiping had ruined a good piano player ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the player who played the four-hu, and the singer, surrounded them, and used all three microphones. Gathered in front of Feng Yiping, and then simply sat on the ground opposite him and hummed quietly.

As people in the industry, they know that a good song is rare. As the saying goes, there are many people who sing well, but there are fewer good songs than Bole.

The affectionate and touching singing made many tourists who had returned to the tent put on their clothes and ran over. When the third part was sung, the lights in the tents farther away were also lit up, as if there were still people riding. Rushing here?

Many of the scenic staff who have been tired of the bonfire party have been lying on the bed comfortably, but when they heard this different moving song, many people sat up from the bed, you see me, I see you, all I didn't understand what was going on. Without saying anything, I put my robe on my body indiscriminately, and ran out while pulling my shoes.

However, no one pointed, no one whispered, lest they would interrupt the rare nature, everyone stood quietly, looking at the boy sitting on the stool.

For a while, it seemed that even the wind was softening, no longer blowing the bonfire, and the insects in the grass all around quieted down. On the empty grassland, only Feng Yiping's singing and the sound of the piano reverberated. (To be continued.)