In this scenic spot that is at least thousands of miles away from home, no matter whether you live a successful or atrocious life on weekdays, everyone is very excited and open. No matter whether they can dance or not, many people follow the staff in ethnic costumes and twist around the bonfire.

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

Feng Yiping did not have such consciousness later. He always thought that he would wait for money and leisure to take a good look at the distant world. At most, he would walk around the city.

So, until he was reborn for reasons that he was not very clear, he only went around Southeast Asia. He had never set foot in many places in China, especially the northern provinces.

Thinking about it now, it's really stupid. According to his original idea, he was not reborn. I guess he couldn't travel around at home and abroad on the day he finally met Marx. It was a waste of money to make money. Time is like the groove on a girl's chest, as long as he had the heart, he could always squeeze it out.

Such a bonfire party is quite interesting. Unlike the party I usually see, most people are audiences, and they sit in the stands and perform in the stands, which are clearly divided.

This is different. There is no organization, and no one takes turns to perform different types of programs. In fact, there is no distinction between audiences and actors. Everyone is participating, both audiences and actors.

If there is really a performance, there are only three, two of them playing music, one playing the same horse-head fiddle as Feng Yiping carried, the other playing the four-hu. In front of it was a strong and strong Mongolian sister, a very traditional Mongolian sister - she was really like a full moon and was singing in Mongolian easily.

Although I don’t understand what I’m singing, the melody is beautiful, the breath is broad, the emotions are deep, and it has a very grassland atmosphere, which is very original.

It is more lifelike and more touching than those academic singers. It has a craftsmanship voice. Feng Yiping and Zhang Yan like this style of ethnic songs.

It is in such an unknown song that everyone followed the Mongolian brothers and sisters and jumped up like a cat and a tiger, whether it was good or bad. Regardless of the atmosphere, it was much better than those regular parties, and everyone enjoyed it.

I spent a long time in the jungle of steel and concrete. I spent a long time in the rules and regulations, so I wanted to sprinkle it freely under the brilliant starlight that I rarely see in this city.

When everyone held hands and jumped around the bonfire, Feng Yiping pulled Huang Jingping and joined in, took the hands of someone he didn't know, and jumped up together.

Actually, it can't be called jumping, it's similar to walking, but the people who dance are very happy, and the parents watching next to you are also very happy. Although they can't jump, are embarrassed to jump, or they really can't jump, they still do it.

Firewood was burning loudly. Mars splashed everywhere, and many people slowly retreated to rest. Only Feng Yiping and the twenty-year-old guys who were about twenty years old and were very energetic, jumped more and more vigorously. They felt like they were back in their school days, and they were having a party until the sound of the piano and the singing stopped.

Older tourists went back to their rooms to rest one after another, but only young people like them were around and refused to leave. There were also many couples who looked like whispering around the bonfire.

Feng Yiping wiped the sweat from his head, held his own piano case, and said to the man who played the horse-head fiddle, "Sainu, Aha, can I borrow this place to play a song?"

The Mongolian brother, who was drinking water with a big cup, stood up happily, gave up his stool, and watched Feng Yiping take out the horse-head fiddle from the piano box with interest.

In addition to singing at a class party with Huang Jingping in junior high school, this was Feng Yiping's first performance in front of the public. However, at least, the person who sat in the middle of the rostrum at a conference of thousands of people was not too nervous to the dozens of people.

He adjusted the strings, adjusted the height of the microphone, clamped the piano box between his legs, calmed for a while, and waited for the two cameras to come in place, and sent it forward with his right hand, and played the song that had been practicing for several months.

Even his parents didn't know what he wanted to show off his skills here, but when he saw him walking to the microphone, the parents who were about to go back to rest also understood what was going on. Of course, they would not miss this time and they all surrounded him again.

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

"I don't know either. He will practice piano after the Chinese New Year."

"Why do you still have to find 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 the conversation between Feng Yiping and Jin Ling. Although Youjia had held a three-day promotion at the beginning of this month during the Dragon Boat Festival, in fact, since last month, they have been preparing for a large-scale promotion that lasts for one week starting from June 30 of the Gregorian calendar, called "Half-year".

Feng Yiping, who doesn't like to show off, has been preparing for such a long time this time and still chooses 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 a very obvious grassland-style music. After listening to it, the group of people here felt very good. However, the Mongolian brother looked at the good piano in Feng Yiping's hand with a little regret. It was probably just like Zhang Yan's art teacher. He 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 and the one who was chatting next to him, looked over in surprise.

After the voice change period, Feng Yiping's voice was actually good, and he was a very magnetic baritone. When he was in the first grade of high school, his class teacher, Teacher Chen, proposed several times to let him go to the school radio club.

"Hongyan, in the sky..."

He fluently used the energy of his dantian to sing this song that he had practiced for a long time. The only drawback was that he could not sing in Mongolian. He always felt that this song had to be tasted in Mongolian.

However, just his learning was fine in other places. On the grassland where Mongolian speaks, it is better to be honest in Mandarin.

Without too professional vocal training, Feng Yiping was not able to control high notes like "The Sea", but he could still handle this song "Hongyan", which he liked very much.

The two lives combined, more than fifty years of life experience made him sing this song very affectionately, and his rather mellow but obviously very young voice had a different charm than the original singer.

Let’s give an inappropriate example. Just like the female stars in the island country, they are obviously engaged in performances that are so large that they are not standardized, but sometimes, especially their expressions and eyes, they look so pure and innocent, enjoy them and are at a loss. Such a big contrast, you know, add a lot of points to their "performance".

He was at home before, just playing the violin, and hadn't sang it while playing. When he sang this, even Huang Jingping opened her mouth wide.

Although Mei Jianzhong and Feng Zhenchang and his wife were a little accustomed to Feng Yiping's frequent occurrences of things and abilities that they didn't know, they were surprised at this time, even the people next to them could see.

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

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

Mei Qiuping also looked at her son in a daze, "It seems that he learned singing and drawing from Teacher Zhu for a while when he was in junior high school."

When we sang the second paragraph, we thought Feng Yiping had ruined the horse-headed violinist, the four-human player, and the singing man, all surrounded him and gathered all three microphones in front of Feng Yiping. Then we simply sat on the ground opposite him and hummed in a low voice.

As industry insiders, they know very well how rare a good song is. As the saying goes, there are many people who sing well, but there are fewer good songs than men.

The affectionate and moving singing made many tourists who had returned to the tent put on their clothes and ran over. When the third paragraph was singing, the lights were also on in the tents farther away. It seemed that someone was riding a horse to rush here?

Many scenic spot staff who were tired of the bonfire party were already lying comfortably on the bed, but when they heard this moving song that was different from usual, many people sat up from the bed, looking at me, and I looked at you, and didn't understand what was going on. Without saying a word, they put their robe on their bodies randomly, pulled their shoes and ran out.

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

At this moment, it seemed that even the wind was softer, no longer blew the bonfire, and the insects in the grass all over the place also quieted down. On the empty grassland, only Feng Yiping's singing and piano sounds were echoing. (To be continued...)

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