Chapter 497

In this scenic spot, which is at least a thousand miles away from home, no matter how happy or depressed they are on weekdays, everyone is very excited and open, no matter whether they can dance or not, many people follow the work in ethnic costumes Personnel, around the campfire, twisted up.

This is one of the benefits of traveling. Escaping from the original nest, whether it is a temporary anesthesia or a short escape, is a rare opportunity to relax.

Feng Yiping didn't have such self-awareness later on. He always wanted to wait until he was rich and free, and then go to see the distant world. Usually, he just wandered around the city at most.

So, until he was reborn due to reasons that are 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 stupid. According to his original thinking, even if he is not reborn, he probably won’t be able to wander around the country and abroad once when he finally sees Marx. Making money is worthless. Time is like the groove on a girl's chest, as long as you put your heart into it, it can always be squeezed out.

This kind of bonfire party is very interesting, unlike the usual parties, most of the people are spectators, and they all sit in the audience to watch the performances of the actors, which are clearly differentiated.

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

If there were performances, there were only three of them, and two of them were playing music. One was playing the same matouqin as Feng Yiping was carrying, and the other was playing a four-hu. In front of him stood a thick and strong Mongolian. Eldest sister, a very traditional Mongolian elder sister - she really has a face like a full moon, singing in Mongolian with ease.

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

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

It was in this kind of unknowingly beautiful singing that everyone followed the Mongolian brothers and sisters and jumped up like cats and tigers. Regardless of whether the dance was good or bad, let alone the atmosphere, it was much better than those regular parties, and everyone enjoyed it .

I have been in the reinforced concrete jungle for a long time, and I have been confined in the rules and regulations for a long time. I just want to sway for a while under the brilliant starlight that is rarely seen in this city.

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

In fact, it can't be called jumping, it's similar to walking, but the people who dance are very happy, and the parents who are watching are also very happy. There's still going to be a beat.

The firewood was burning loudly, and sparks were flying everywhere. Many people slowly withdrew to rest. Only Feng Yiping and his twenties, who were about 20 years old and extremely energetic, jumped more and more vigorously, feeling back to When I was a student, it was like holding a party until the sound of the piano and singing stopped.

The older tourists went back to their rooms to rest one after another. Only young people like them still surrounded them and refused to leave. There were also many couples, whispering around the campfire.

Feng Yiping wiped the sweat from his brow, took his own piano case, and said to the big man playing the matouqin, "Sai Nu, Aha, can I borrow this place to play a song?"

Brother Mongolia, who was drinking water from a big cup, got up quickly, gave up his stool, and watched Feng Yiping take out the matouqin from the piano case with great interest.

Except when he was in junior high school, he sang with Huang Jingping at the party in the class. This is the first time Feng Yiping performed in front of the public. However, he sat in the middle of the rostrum to speak at a meeting with thousands of people. People, facing the dozens of people in front of him, he is not too nervous.

He adjusted the strings, adjusted the height of the microphone, clamped the piano case between his legs, and waited for the two cameras to be in place. He sent his right hand forward and played it for several months. the song.

Even his parents didn't know that he was going to show his hand here, but watching him walk in front of the microphone, those parents who were about to go back to rest also understood what was going on, and of course they wouldn't miss this moment. 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's been practicing the piano after the Chinese New Year,"

"Why do you need someone to take pictures?" 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 the conversation between Feng Yiping and Jin Ling. From the beginning, they were preparing for a large-scale promotional event that will last for a week starting from June 30th in the Gregorian calendar, called "half a year".

Feng Yiping, who doesn't like to show off, has been preparing for such a long 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 later.

The prelude is an obvious prairie-style music. The group of people here listened to it and felt very good, but the Mongolian brother looked at the good piano in Feng Yiping's hand with a bit of regret, probably like Zhang Yan Yan's art teacher saw that she used such high-end brushes and paints.

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

After the voice-changing period, Feng Yiping's voice was actually quite good, with a very magnetic baritone. In the first grade of high school, Mr. Chen, the head teacher, suggested several times to let him go to the school's broadcasting agency.

"Swan geese, in the sky..."

He smoothly sang this song that he had practiced for a long time with the energy of his dantian. The fly in the ointment was that he couldn't sing it in Mongolian. He always felt that the song would only be interesting in Mongolian.

However, as far as he has learned, it is okay in other places. On the grassland where Mongolian is spoken, it is better to use Mandarin honestly.

Without too much professional vocal training, Feng Yiping is not very able to control high-pitched songs like "The Sea", but he can still handle this song "Swan Goose" which he likes very much.

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

Let’s use an inappropriate analogy, like those action movie female stars in the island country, they are obviously engaged in performances that are too large to scale, but sometimes, especially the expressions and eyes, they look so pure and innocent, Enjoying it but being at a loss, such a big contrast, you know, actually added a lot of points to their "performance".

He was at home before, just playing the piano, and he hadn't sung while playing, but when he sang, even Huang Jingping opened his mouth wide.

Although Mei Jianzhong and Feng Zhenchang were already somewhat accustomed to Feng Yiping often showing things and abilities they didn't know about, they were so surprised that even the people around them could see it.

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

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

Mei Qiuping also looked at her son intently, "He seems to have learned singing and painting from Teacher Zhu for a while in junior high school."

When the second stanza was sung, the motouqin player who thought Feng Yiping had ruined a good piano, the four-hu player, and the singer all surrounded him and gathered the three microphones in front of Feng Yiping. , and then simply sat on the ground opposite him, humming softly.

As people in the industry, they are well aware of the rarity of a good song. As the saying goes, there are many people who can sing well, but there are fewer good songs than Bole.

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

Many scenic spot workers who are already tired of the bonfire party are already lying comfortably on the bed, but when they hear this touching singing voice that is different from usual, many people sit up from the bed, you look at me, I look at you, all He didn't understand what was going on, so without saying a word, he put on the robe indiscriminately, pulled on his shoes and ran out.

However, no one pointed or whispered, for fear of interrupting the rare sound of nature, everyone stood quietly and looked at the boy sitting on the stool.

At this moment, it seemed that even the wind had softened, and it stopped blowing the bonfire loudly, and the bugs in the grass around were also quiet. On the open grassland, only Feng Yiping's singing and the sound of the piano echoed.