Perfect Life

It is midsummer and the sun is shining.

Li Qian drove his off-road vehicle and headed south alone.

It was a hot, dry day, with the sun streaming in almost vertically through the front windshield.

Li Qian lowered the two front windows, opened his arms, wearing sunglasses, and let the hot wind blow over his body recklessly. He still couldn't help sweating, and then the sweat would soon be washed away by the sun and strong wind. Evaporated to dry - that's the state, when he drove out in the morning, it took less than ten minutes, and he was already sticky and uncomfortable.

But after going out alone for half a month, he has become accustomed to such an uncomfortable state.

The provincial road is fairly flat, and it is summer. Even the hillsides in northern Shaanxi are very lush. Although the wind is still strong, it is even bigger when driving with wind, but the sand and dust in the wind are different from winter and spring. Compared to the time period, it is much smaller.

The stereo in the car is not too loud, and it is playing "Driving Pigs to the West" by Feixiang Band, an album that Li Qian loves very much.

From time to time on the highway, there will be cars coming towards you. At the moment when the two cars meet, the driver of the other side often can't help but look this way - Li Qian is so hilarious, his voice is even louder than the sound of the sound. .

"When I get old and have nowhere to live, the sun seems to **** throw me away, I huddled in the corner, without words, in that flower field over there, the girl I love and I used to roll come and go..."

"When you get old, wrinkles pile up, and even your teeth leave you one by one, you are no longer beautiful, your body is hunched, and you gradually feel that there is no point in living. Shall we go to the west together..."

Both sides of the provincial road. It's a hillside.

Some hillsides look lush green. That should be planting millet? Um. Or overgrown with grass.

The sky is high and cloudy.

Such a Loess Plateau, such a hot day, with a speed of fifty miles per hour, is enough to make people who travel alone be too excited.

Suddenly, between the end of one song and the beginning of another, Li Qian seemed to hear something, and then he subconsciously closed the accelerator, making the wind noise and tire noise a little less. Then press the play pause button again.

When the speed of the car slowed down, a shaky song drifted into the ears along the wind.

"That slope, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."

The singing swayed, to the bone.

Li Qian subconsciously stepped on the clutch, picked up the gear, and stepped on the brake.

The car stopped slowly on the side of the road.

The singing voice floated melodiously, a broken voice that was not good, but very wild and very flavorful.

Just listening to the sound, this person should be over forty years old.

Li Qian put one arm on the car window. Listen attentively.

But the singing stopped quickly, and Li Qianzhi froze in his ears. I vaguely heard someone shouting and a dog barking, and after a while, the singing sounded again, "People think about that place, oh oh oh, horses think about that slot, can't leave that kiss, oh oh oh , run to the one at home..."

Li Qian smiled, his right hand twitching his chin.

He has good eyesight. Looking up at this time, he can see a hillside not far away. On the hillside, you can see a flock of sheep. On the edge of the flock, there seems to be a big dog of the same color as the hillside. .

Of course, looking close, walking far, Wangshan running a dead horse is not a joke.

He turned his head and looked down the mountain. He could see that there was a small dirt road not far ahead, so he restarted the car, bumped and swayed all the way down the dirt road and drove down the hill. Then he stopped the car and raised the windows. After that, he pulled out the key and got out of the car.

Climbing up the hillside, it took only two minutes to approach the flock.

When the big yellow dog found that a stranger was approaching, he got up immediately and barked lowly at this side.

Li Qian stopped and shouted to the top of the mountain in lame Shaanxi dialect: "Brother, are you looking at a dog..."

After a while, someone on the top of the mountain stood up and looked down, shouted, and the big yellow dog whimpered and turned to run up the slope, looking back at Li Qian as he ran.

Li Qian ignored it and walked to the top of the mountain.

There were three people on the top of the mountain, two were a little older and the other was a little younger, probably in their twenties.

Moreover, looking at the surrounding sheep, you can tell that they are herding sheep here.

Li Qian went up to the closet, took out the local cigarettes he had always kept on his body, and first scattered one per person, and then sat down casually on the hillside and chatted with others in his lame local dialect.

For the local people, especially when shepherding sheep, singing a few voices is originally a leisure and entertainment, to kill boredom, Li Qian scattered the cigarettes, and even took out a lighter to light the cigarettes one by one, and let others sing, they really gave He sings.

The song "Up a Beam and Down a Slope" was sung by an old man in his forties. Hearing Li Qian's praise for his good singing, the old man smiled shyly, while smoking a cigarette and playing with his own. Pouch pot, while singing to him a folk tune that Li Qian had never heard in his previous life, not to mention, it was very charming.

After singing, the old man pointed at the young man next to him and said, "Well, I didn't sing well, you little old man want to listen to the song, ask him to sing it for you, this young man sings well!"

Li Qian looked at the young man, and the young man was not shy. He opened his mouth for two paragraphs. Sure enough, not only did he have a better voice, but he also sang very tastefully.

After Li Qian finished listening, he continued to disperse the smoke and let others sing.

But this time they quit, and asked where Li Qian came from, why did he have to listen to the song?

Li Qian patiently chatted with others first, saying that he was engaged in music work, and this time he came down to collect folk songs, and also boasted that he wanted to promote these local folk songs in China and the world.

People listened to what he said and pushed it to the world, and they were very calm. They didn't know the concept of the sour song in northern Shaanxi that the whole world listened to, but they were very interested in Li Qian's music work, so they kept asking.

what are you doing?

I was in charge of composing lyrics and melody for those who sang, and they took my lyrics and tunes to sing, recorded them on tapes and sold them!

How much do you earn a month?

A month... about three thousand dollars. I have a low income.

sigh. Then you earn a lot. There are also migrant workers in Emen Village, which cost around 1,000 yuan a month, and some are less than that. Or you city people will make money!

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I have to say that the topic of making money is really a national topic. Once we talk about it, there are more topics. Along the way, a few people sat in a place where the wind was blowing under the top of the mountain. Unconsciously, it took more than half an hour.

In the end, while chatting, Li Qian asked people to sing, and the old man who started singing said, you are singing to make money, you must sing better than others, and you also sing a paragraph.

Li Qian wasn't the shy person either, so he really sang to them: "That mule who goes head-to-head..."

Li Qian's voice condition is good, at least not worse than that of the younger generation, and his breath has been practiced for more than a year, which can be regarded as the first effect. But honestly, he sings now. It's just that he sings well. In his own opinion, his singing seems to lack a certain taste - the so-called taste can also be interpreted as something like recognition. In short, the emotion in the voice is not full and touching enough. .

As a matter of fact, this time, he drove the car out for a walk, first on the prairie and then on the Loess Plateau. The so-called wind collection must have this purpose, but the main reason is that he wants to communicate with the folks who have not received any professional training, or even Even the vocal conditions are not good, but the master singers who can sing into the hearts of people have more dealings and exchanges, and want to find the most unique and moving voice for their own voice.

The Mongolian long tune and the matouqin on the prairie, the simple and natural original high pitch, gave Li Qian a great inspiration and touch, but only those are not enough, so Li Qian has to continue.

Of course, in terms of singing skills, Li Qian is still very good. After all, he has been singing for more than 20 years! Although I haven't received much professional training, I have heard and seen it, and I still understand and master a lot of orthodox singing skills, plus the ones I sing and ponder in my daily life.

Sure enough, after Li Qian sang the song "Catch the Livestock Spirit", several people nodded, and the old man who first sang and attracted Li Qian said: "You little old man can sing well, this song is not bad, you yourself fake?"

In the history of the time and space that Li Qian had experienced, the song "Catch the Sacrifice" seems to have been born shortly after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and obviously, in this time and space, there is no such work yet, so of course Li Qian is the first someone who sang it.

The current Li Qian, whose face has been honed for a long time, nodded without hesitation and said, "I made it up by myself, what do you guys listen to?"

All three said it sounded good.

At this time, a few girls happened to ride down the hillside. Five girls, three bicycles, dressed in red and green clothes, heard fresh songs uploaded from the hillside that they had never heard before, just in Li Qian's off-road vehicle. Not far from the side, they stopped their cars, stood at the foot of the hill and finished listening to the song. On the top of the mountain, Li Qian was chatting with a few people, and the girls at the bottom were the first girl in red short sleeves, "Yang Jinye , you sing too, sing to him!"

The girl was reluctant at first and blushed, but immediately, a pungent girl raised her head and shouted, "That man, you don't know how to sing, let Yang Jinye sing for you, listen to me. Great!"

The people on the top of the mountain looked down, and the girls at the bottom of the mountain were laughing and laughing, pushing the girl in red, "Yang Jinye, do you sing, sing to him!"

The little girl named Yang Jinye continued to hold the handlebars of the bicycle, and began to sing crisply: "The first month (Gerry) is the first month, and the first month (which) is on the fifteenth, hang up the red light. Whichever the red light is hung, the big one will come. Outside the door, just waiting for your five, that big brother and big brother come to work, oh, that oh hi..."

She sang really well.

Li Qian stood on the top of the mountain and looked down in surprise.

Several northern Shaanxi men on the hillside with handkerchiefs wrapped in sheep's stomachs all listened with laughter.

When the girl at the foot of the mountain finished singing, Li Qian couldn't help shouting, "Good singing!" But he was so excited that he even forgot his lame Northern Shaanxi dialect.

An old man said, "Jin Ye, you sing the best girl in the village!"

Another old man said with a smile: "This little old man, do you sing too? People sing it for you, and you sing it back!"

Li Qian just smiled, thought about it, and felt that he was really no match for a little girl who sang northern Shaanxi folk songs, so he straightened his neck and shouted: "I'll sing you a folk song from another place..."

A few girls at the bottom of the mountain started laughing and joking, and looked up at the top of the mountain with their necks raised. Some people were pushing and shoving.

Then, Li Qian cleaned his throat and began to sing: "Where is Langhe, where is Langhe, where is Helehe, where is Langhe, where is Here, give me the roots. The Ussuri River is long and long. , the blue river is waving, the Hezhe people cast a thousand nets, and the boats are full of rivers and fish..."

The first few long tunes made everyone on and off the mountain quickly quiet down, and the next one listened to the "exotic" lyrics and singing style, and soon the little girls under the mountain fell into a trance.

To rap and sing folk songs in northern Shaanxi, Li Qian may not be able to sing more deliciously than a local girl after a few years of practice, but as long as the area is moved out of northern Shaanxi, even if it only looks at the whole country, Li Qian's level will immediately become apparent. A lot of bullshit.

After a song of "Usuli Boat Song" was sung, the little girls at the foot of the mountain were silent for a while, and then someone pushed Yang Jinye and said, "Go, let him go to your house, and you can make buns for her!"

The little girls giggled.

The little girl named Yang Jinye blushed even more.

But soon, she actually forked the bicycle, stopped, and really walked up the hillside. Seeing this, the other little girls parked their cars noisily and followed them up the hillside.

The closer you get, the clearer you can see. These little girls all look like they are sixteen or seventeen years old. It seems that they are still in high school? The girl who was singing just now ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was not tall and had an oval face. She was not pretty, but she was quite attractive.

A few men on the mountain smiled and watched a group of little girls climb up the mountain. One of the old men laughed and said to Li Qian in a low voice, "This little old man, you have some steamed buns to eat!"

Li Qian didn't know if the so-called buns had any special meaning here, so he didn't dare to talk freely.

The group of little girls climbed up the hill very quickly, and soon they reached the top of the hill. Four people surrounded Yang Jinye and walked to Li Qian. When they saw Li Qian's appearance from a distance, the little girls had already endured it. Unable to keep his eyes open. When they arrived at the front, they couldn't stop their chattering discussion, "Yang Jinye is so lucky, this guy is so handsome!"

The little girl named Yang Jinye looked blushing and heartbeat, but she was not ashamed, she walked straight to Li Qian, stared at him, and said, "You sing well, please come to Ee's house for dinner! Ee knows how to bake steamed buns, Eh, I can also make lamb soup!"

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The first update, four thousand words! (To be continued..)

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