Chapter 238 Night in Ulaanbaatar (the Rumor on the Internet Is a Bit Awkward, so It Can Be Omitted)

Inside the yurt.

The system prompt sounded suddenly, and all the memories about the song were retrieved.

The song was sung by Phoenix Legend in the program "Classics Chanting and Spreading", and the lyrics were completely from "Jiangjinjiu" by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

After the program was broadcast, this song was widely praised.

The last time a song of this type was obtained was "Danyuanrenchang".

Lin Zhixing rubbed his face, feeling a little distressed at the moment.

The poem "Danyuanrenchang" has been contacted by the Chinese education department and is intended to be included in the textbooks. Now he has obtained this equally invincible "Jiangjinjiu".

In the future, how annoying it will be for their sons and daughters to take Chinese classes!

"Today the teacher actually talked about the lyrics written by my father..."

"So annoying, tomorrow it will be the lyrics written by my father again, so annoying, and I have to recite the whole article!"

...

"Alas!"

Lin Zhixing sighed and sold himself out. After all, he became the person he hated the most. In the future, he would never let his children learn music.

Because most of the music textbooks may be his own works.

"Oh, yeah, brother is here!"

The female host in the yurt interrupted Lin Zhixing's thoughts.

"As expected of you who are good at creation, Ohye, you are the first singer who dares to challenge this Mongolian yurt! Congratulations on winning the right to choose the order of the song competition venue!"

Looking at the female host who gave a thumbs up, Lin Zhixing wanted to turn around and curse, "Which bastard pushed me in here."

"Director Hao may have told you just now that before eating the special dishes of Mengcheng, you need to recite poems with our Mengcheng friends. If you lose, you will have to do a small punishment and drink mare's milk wine."

Lin Zhixing glanced at the special hand-held meat on the table. He was really hungry at this moment, and swallowed his saliva, "Okay, no problem."

"Let me introduce you!"

The female host pointed to the three old men in Mongolian costumes beside her and introduced them: "They are the three famous talents in our Mengcheng. They are talented in writing and brilliant in painting."

"Mengcheng has a total of one stone of talent. The three talented men of Mengcheng occupy seven buckets, and the rest of the people share three buckets..."

Lin Zhixing was speechless after listening to this introduction.

The program group is really good at playing. If I win, Mengcheng Qidou is too worthless.

"If I win the match, should they drink the wine?"

"Sure, we will drink if we lose."

The three talented men of Mengcheng nodded in agreement, and the third one took the lead in asking questions: "There are three teachers in one village and two villages, who don't know the Four Books, Five Classics and Six Arts, but dare to teach seven, eight or nine people. They are very bold."

Lin Zhixing was relieved when he heard this test question. This kind of couplet is not difficult, but it takes some time. After a moment of silence, he said his answer.

"Ten years of hard study, borrowing from nine miles and eight villages, breaking the seven emotions and six desires, running all over the world, earning a few melons and two dates, it's hard to describe!"

After hearing this couplet, the audience in the live broadcast room cried.

"I wipe my tears, oh brother, this couplet is created by observing me!"

"I didn't break the defense, really didn't break the defense, woo woo woo woo..."

Some netizens also followed the trend and wrote their own answers.

"I worked hard for ten years and earned 98,765 yuan, but I spent it all in a three-day and two-night stay at Four Seasons Foot Bath."

"Ten years of labor reform, nine years, eight months and seven days, the child is six years, five months and four days old, three points like Lao Wang, two points like his mother, and nothing like me!"

...

"You win!"

The third of the three talents of Mengcheng raised his thumb and drank the kumis in the cup.

The second of the three talents then said his own topic, "In the picture, the dragon does not roar and the tiger does not roar, the little book boy is ridiculous!"

"This is so difficult! It is not parallelism, there is no pattern!"

Not only Lin Zhixing was silent, but netizens were also silent after hearing this topic.

...

"Okay, two minutes have passed, and there is still one minute..."

"There are still thirty seconds..."

"Ten seconds..."

Lin Zhixing raised his hand to interrupt, and replied with a frown: "In the alley, men and women don't speak, just a glance and walk!"

After hearing this couplet, the audience in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.

"Just tell me if it's right or not!"

"Six, a couplet is to match the inferior with the superior!"

"I'm lucky to have watched the live broadcast, the official version will definitely be edited out, hahaha!"

"I'll make up one from Oh Yeah Brother. In the police station, men were crying and women were making a fuss, and a group of police officers were writing and laughing."

...

"You win!"

The second of the three talented people drank the wine in the cup unwillingly, pointed to the full table of wine on the big table and said: "If this little brother can beat our eldest brother, we will drink all the wine on this table."

"Let's use wine as poetry, and if you can make a better poem than mine within ten minutes, you will pass!"

There is an example of the second person being at a disadvantage, the eldest of the three talented people added a "quality" condition, pointing to the wine in the cup and reciting a poem.

"Let's borrow two taels of ink from the world, one tael for success and one tael for failure."

"Let's borrow another pot of wine from the world, drink up half of the world's worries."

"I advise you not to worry about worldly affairs, and there are many good things if you have a clear conscience."

"Good!"

The female host took the lead in applauding, and the audience in the live broadcast room also gave praise.

"As expected of the leader of the three great talents in Mengcheng, he writes well, but it's a bit difficult to perform better than this on the spot!"

"It's okay if it takes longer, but the ten-minute limit is too short. It seems that Brother Oh Ye has to drink this glass of wine!"

"Don't judge with normal thinking. He is the man who wrote "May We Live Long", everyone should believe in him!"

...

That's it?

If Lin Zhixing hadn't been able to match it, he really didn't want to use "Song of the Wine" to attack mosquitoes.

Ten minutes was still a long time, Lin Zhixing sat at the small table and tasted the local specialty hand-pulled meat first.

"Have you given up? Or are you thinking while eating?"

"I feel that this eating speed doesn't seem like he has time to think."

...

When there was one minute left, Lin Zhixing wiped his greasy hands and mouth, stood up from his seat, and chanted poems while walking.

"When life is happy, you must enjoy it to the fullest, don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain."

"I was born with talents that must be useful, and I will come back after spending all my money."

Take two steps for each sentence. At the sixth step, Lin Zhixing came to the table full of mare's milk, picked up a cup, and pointed with his finger.

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and I must drink three hundred cups at a time."

After saying that, he drank the wine in the cup.

The three talented men of Mengcheng looked at each other and were all dumbfounded. When this poem came out, it was simply hit by a dimensionality reduction attack, and there was no comparison at all.

The audience in the live broadcast room were so excited after hearing this poem.

"This poem is really amazing, bold and generous, and the words can be savored carefully! Is this guy really a hexagonal warrior?"

"Wow, I just entered the live broadcast room, and Brother Oh Ye wrote a poem in six steps?"

"The three great talents of Mengcheng? It's just the threshold to meet Brother Oh Ye!"

...

After the recording, both groups walked out of the yurt.

"Quick, hold Teacher Wang Feng, don't fall!"

Mao Nan and Dong Chen held Wang Feng on each side. Wang Feng's face was red as a monkey's butt, and he was still shouting that he was not drunk and wanted to continue drinking.

The singers were all stunned when they saw Lin Zhixing coming out of the yurt.

Lin Zhixing was holding a toothpick in his mouth, without a trace of drunkenness. On the contrary, the men in Mengcheng behind him couldn't walk steadily.

"How did he do it..."

...

...

Under the starry night sky.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the vast grassland, illuminating the yurts standing quietly. The singers sat around the campfire, chatting and laughing while recording the Night Talk of "Singing Around the World".

"When life is happy, you should enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup face the moon empty."

Dong Chen looked at the moon and chanted aloud: "Brother Lin, your poem is really amazing. I am so excited that I want to hug you to sleep!"

All the singers laughed. When they saw on the Internet that Lin Zhixing challenged the three talents of Mengcheng today and created such excellent poems, they were very impressed.

Deng Xiaoyu pointed to the mobile phone and said: "I don't know if you have seen it. The group of people in the Writers Association praised this poem on Weibo, and hoped that Brother Ohye would write a complete version as soon as possible!"

As the person involved, Lin Zhixing was not interested in their topic. He was deeply attracted by the grassland at night with his chin in his hand.

Ulaanbaatar in the night is more like a deep painting.

The grassland that can't be seen at a glance seems to have become a road stretching into the distance, leading to the depths of dreams. The night breeze blew gently, bringing the breath of the grassland and the precipitation of history, making people intoxicated.

[Ding! ]

[Scenario has been triggered! ]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the song "Night of Ulaanbaatar"! ]

The system prompt sound suddenly sounded, and all the memories of the song were retrieved.

"Night of Ulaanbaatar" was originally sung by the Smile Band in Mengcheng, and was first sung in 1985. Later, the musician Zuo Xiaozhuo filled in the Chinese lyrics and changed the name to "Night of Ulaanbaatar".

This song was once popular all over the Internet, and many singers have covered it. Lin Zhixing prefers the versions of "Tan Weiwei" and "Dan Zheng and his mother".

Tan Weiwei's version is a strong yearning that hits the heart and makes people burst into tears. The version of Dan Zheng and his mother is a later remembrance, as if talking to relatives in heaven, letting go of the nostalgia and making people feel peaceful.

In this situation, I can get this song.

Lin Zhixing feels very lucky and can't help humming softly.

Wang Feng, who was sitting next to him, had slept for several hours after getting drunk, but he was not completely sober. Seeing Lin Zhixing humming a song, he suddenly had an idea to embarrass him.

"Everyone, keep your voices down. Xiao Lin is creating now!"

Wang Feng's sudden voice made everyone quiet instantly, and all their eyes were on Lin Zhixing.

"You... you are so mean!"

Lin Zhixing grinned at Wang Feng and cursed in his heart, saying that he was just enjoying the night view and provoked you.

Wang Feng asked with a smile: "Xiao Lin, am I right? In this situation, you have inspiration again, right?"

Okay, okay, then let's do what you want to see!

Lin Zhixing patted Dong Chen beside him and pointed to the RV behind him, "Help me get the guitar!"

"Wow, are you really here to improvise?"

Seeing that there was another song to listen to, the audience in the live broadcast room was very excited.

Two minutes later, Dong Chen ran down the RV and handed the guitar in his hand to Lin Zhixing.

Everyone's eyes were on him, even Wang Feng was a little sober now, curious about his improvisational ability.

Lin Zhixing was seen plucking the strings slowly to tune the piano. With his absolute pitch, he was no exaggeration to say that he was a human tuner.

After tuning the strings, Lin Zhixing played a few chords based on his memory, then looked at the night painting and sang slowly.

"Wind passing through the wilderness, please go slower"

"I use silence to tell you that I am drunk"

"The night in Ulaanbaatar is so quiet, so quiet"

"I can't even hear the wind"

In this night, Lin Zhixing's singing emotion flows quietly like a trickling river, and you can feel the faint sadness in the song.

The word "admiration" was written on the faces of all the singers.

The lyrics all have "Ulaanbaatar night" in them, so there is no doubt that they are improvisations!

Just four lines of lyrics made Wang Feng wake up instantly. Co-writing gave him the opportunity to show off in front of the camera. What a bad mouth he had!

"Is Brother Lin so good at improvisation?"

Deng Xiaoyu and Mao Nan had admiration on their faces, and they took out their mobile phones and started recording like they were obsessed with each other.

Although Lin Zhixing's folk singing is not A-level, his level has already made a qualitative leap due to the crazy improvement of his singing mood at this stage.

The audience in the live broadcast room was moved by the song, and the barrage received rave reviews.

"The most original, true, and direct voice that touches the soul! Healing, baptism, missing..."

"This pure voice is washing away my heart that is filled with greed, anger, ignorance, and materialistic desires!"

"This song makes me feel like a song should be like this. There is no technique, just comfort and calmness. It feels like sleeping on the grassland with the wind blowing in your ears."

…

"Clouds floating in the sky, please walk slower"

"I tell you by running that I won't look back."

“The night in Ulaanbaatar is so close”

“Even Yun doesn’t know whether he knows or not.”

The singers sitting around the campfire clapped along with the singing and became part of it unknowingly.

Lin Zhixing pressed the strings tightly at the right time, and the sound suddenly stopped.

This unfinished feeling makes people sink, and the excellent songs drive the emotions of the audience.

"On the night of Ulaanbaatar, China has lost more than 100 years, alas!"

"This song makes me miss my mother. I'm 34 and my mother is 23. She should be married too."

"When I finish paying off my debt, I must go to the grassland, sit there in the dead of night, and tell all the grievances I have suffered over the past few years!"

…

"good!"

"Brother Lin, you are so cool, you are a role model for us to follow!"

The singers applauded Lin Zhixing's performance just now.

They felt a little ashamed at this moment. They were both singers, and while they were chatting, they had composed songs for others. No wonder the status gap was getting further and further apart.

"What's the name of the song?"

"Let's call it "Night in Ulaanbaatar"!"

Wang Feng changed his way of thinking and suddenly felt very grateful that he had just given Lin Zhixing a chance to show his face.

After using this song, he will have more chances tomorrow. Otherwise, as soon as this hometown-flavored song comes out, the Montreal audience will vote for him again.

"Pigeon!"

Lin Zhixing suddenly wanted to take a walk, so he stood up and patted Song Ge on the shoulder.

The two left the camera. Lin Zhixing held Song Ge's hand and walked on the grassland, enjoying the quiet night and romantic atmosphere.