Perfect Life

To be honest, facing such an invitation, Li Qian was both grateful and a little hesitant.

Because he really doesn't know if eating or eating buns has any special meaning in the local area. I don't know if he has watched TV dramas, reading books, etc. in his previous life. Subconsciously worry.

However, it was a little bit gracious.

At this time, an old man next to him seemed to see something, and said with a smile: "This young man, Jin Ye invites you to dinner, why don't you make a sound? It's not for you to be the son-in-law of Emen Village!"

The two men next to him laughed when they heard this, and Yang Jinye's face turned even redder.

Li Qian smiled and said, "If that's the case, then I'll go to your house for dinner, thank you!"

A few girls giggled with Yang Jinye when they heard this, but Yang Jinye ignored them, looked at Li Qian, and pointed to the east, "E's house is in the village in front, they all know the way, you can ask them to point it to you. Okay, you can do the same here, you guys go to the county to buy something, and come back before noon!"

Li Qian smiled and asked, "What are you going to buy?"

Yang Jinye replied crisply, "Buy the tapes! We heard from the radio that Liao Liao released a new album. There is a song called Loess Gaopo, which is very nice. Go and buy her tapes!"

Li Qian's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he looked at the five girls and asked, "Do you want to buy one plate each, or..."

One of the girls didn't wait for him to speak before replying: "We can't afford it, we just pool the money and buy a plate."

Li Qian smiled and said, "Then you don't have to buy it. I'll just give you one. I happen to have a tape of her new album in my car!"

When the five girls heard the words, their eyes lit up, and Yang Jinye glanced at him, and said cheerfully: "Well, if you give the tape to Er, they will not go to the county town. Er will give it to you. Make mutton soup, bake buns! Just yesterday, Brother E went to weigh three catties of mutton, so why not eat it!"

...

Yang Jinye's home is in a village that is no more than three or four miles away along the dirt road.

The three girls, including Yang Jinye, led the way on bicycles, while Li Qian followed behind with two other girls who insisted on riding. All the way to dust, into the village.

The Yang family should be a cave dwelling in Xinpan. The yard is wide and flat, and there is also a dog in the house. He will bark at the off-road vehicle here when he is far away, waiting for Li Qian to stop the car to get off. The dog blocked the door, Yang Jinye stomped it to drive it away, and said to Li Qian, "Don't be afraid, this dog is very timid, as soon as you stomp it, it will scare away!"

Li Qian laughed and locked the car. Follow a few girls into the yard.

Including Yang Jinye's parents and eldest brother and sister-in-law, there are five members of the Yang family, and the weather is hot at this time. There was no work in the field for the time being, and they were all at home. When they heard the movement outside, they came out and saw a few girls brought a tall man into the door, and they were all in a daze.

Yang Jinye really looks like a very cool girl. At home, you should also have some right to speak, facing your family. When she brought a stranger back suddenly, she didn't feel anything wrong at all, and introduced: "This person. I met him on the road, and he can sing in particular, and he sings oppositely. If he sings well, just Invite him to come back to eat mutton soup! Dad, brother, he works in the city and writes albums for those big stars!"

Frankly speaking, Yang Jinye's family treated Li Qian, a strange guest, with enthusiasm, but they were a little reserved at first, until Li Qian explained in his lame northern Shaanxi dialect that he was here to collect the wind and just wanted to hear it. The local people sang the local folk songs, and Yang Jinye's father and brother were more relaxed.

Seeing this, Li Qian went back to the car and took out a cigarette and a bottle of Xifeng wine. Seeing that Yang Jinye had already gone to the kitchen to pack up the mutton, several girls were also listening to songs around Yang Jinye's tape recorder, not paying attention at all. Here, Li Qian also deliberately paid fifty yuan and handed it to the old man at home, saying it was meal money, and asked the old man to sing a few songs to him.

At first, Dad Yang insisted that he didn't want anything or money, but later he couldn't hold back that Li Qian really wanted to give it, so he happily accepted it, and then said: "What about the sour song, what's there to sing? Don't sing, this baby Jin Ye is wild and likes to sing songs all day long, but he can't control his forehead..." But after all, Dad Yang was still a little moved. After all, he liked this when he was young. At this time, let Li As soon as Qian stirred, it was art again, and when he said something, his throat was a little itchy, and after the last spark in the cigarette bag, he cleared his throat and opened his throat to sing.

"Lady's belly towel, three-daolan, it's easy for us to meet each other, but it's hard to talk, one is on the mountain, the other is in the ditch, we can't hold that talk, oh, let's make a move... "

I have to say, heredity is really powerful.

Yang Jinye sings folk songs very well, and Dad Yang's singing is even more delicious!

After listening to one song, Li Qian's eyes were sparkling, and he asked Dad Yang to play another song. At this time, someone had already entered the door, and he shouted directly, "Yang Dandan, how many years have you been singing this song? Why did it suddenly appear today? crazy..."

Dad Yang just smiled, Li Qian saw someone coming in, he quickly handed over the cigarette, and sang it out loudly, Dad Yang seemed to be addicted, and ignored the person, he raised his voice and continued to sing

"There was a pretty sister standing on the beam of Shaliang, and the magpie was full of trees, and Bai Ge's face was full of willows and eyebrows. No. Oh, my eyes are looking at the water of the Yellow River, how many times I love you and hate you, how many times..."

Before Dad Yang's second song was finished, there were several people in the yard. Li Qian would smoke when he saw people, and everyone listened to Dad Yang sing with a smile. When Dad Yang finished singing, big guy haha Laughing wildly, another person's throat was itchy, and they also sang a song. I have to say, at least what Li Qian has seen and heard along the way, this place in northern Shaanxi is indeed very simple and simple, although everyone is not very wealthy. , but people are very straightforward, and once they are familiar with them, they are very enthusiastic when they treat guests.

and. According to the words of a musician he heard in his previous life, the farther away the modern city is, the better the people will be able to sing and dance...

Li Qian's pack of cigarettes has been dissipated, and more than a dozen songs have already entered his ears, and he feels that he has gained a lot.

Sing this thing. It's really a very personal thing.

Everyone is born with a different voice, some good, some bad, some high, some low, but unless you have a tone of voice. Otherwise, God has given you the gift of singing on the day you were born. Even if you only have a broken gong voice, as long as the word of love lingers in it and entangled in your bones, that broken gong voice can still sing beautiful songs!

For example, these most simple farmers in northern Shaanxi, almost all of them grew up listening to the vulgar sour song in the countryside. When you grow up, almost everyone can sing, with a good voice and a high-pitched voice, and those few sad voices and infatuation with a poor voice are enough to sing your soul wandering for at least ten years, as many as decades. , and they sing so freely and without any rules. They have absolutely no idea about the skills of the voice of luck summed up in the textbooks in the academy, but everyone can have their own unique voice, although not everyone has the same voice. Sing well. But even if the whole song is sung in general, and occasionally there is a sentence or two, Li Qian's heart is moved.

Where is the art?

Art is here!

What Li Qian is looking for now. It is this unique voice full of personal charm.

Up to now, he has no idea of ​​making a debut and releasing an album, but he likes to sing, and he likes this, and he always strives to do better.

And in his view. It is far more useful and more helpful for oneself to go to this kind of cavern where the soil is **** and listen to a group of men from northern Shaanxi sing a few sour songs .

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A group of men from northern Shaanxi gathered in the Yang family to talk, laugh and sing. In the blink of an eye, it was already noon.

The men said their goodbyes. When I went back to my house for dinner, a few little girls were always in the house holding the tape recorder, just watching the tape, they couldn't get enough of it. But seeing that it was noon, they had to go home for dinner no matter how reluctant they were. Before leaving, they went to the Yang family's kitchen and made an agreement with Yang Jinye to come over to listen to the song in the afternoon, and then they drove the car home together.

The Yang family's lunch was a large bowl of mutton soup for one person. The bowl for Li Qian was brought by Yang Jinye himself. The little girl blinked and said in a low voice, "Eh, I got a lot of meat for you, and that bun is forehead branding. Yes, eat more!" After saying that, he walked away with a small step.

But after a while, Li Qian just took a piece of mutton and threw it into his mouth and chewed it twice when he heard Yang Jinye's voice outside. It seemed that he was arguing with Dad Yang about something? Li Qian quickly put down the bowl, but at this time, Yang Jinye had already rushed into the cave and gave Li Qian the fifty dollars, with a look of grievance, "Er said to invite you to dinner, what are you doing to pay? Eh again It's not selling rice!" As soon as she turned her head, the girl saw the cigarettes and alcohol on the table, and she felt even more aggrieved. She wanted to say something, but stomped her feet again and turned to leave the room.

Then, until the meal was over, Li Qian never saw her again.

For the fifty dollars, old man Yang said that he didn't want anything. Li Qian even asked Li Qian to take away the cigarettes and wine later. He said that his daughter said that he can't ask for anything, let alone money. You are in the city. When people go back, they say, the people in the village of Diu'e! It seems that people here only have money left in their eyes!

Li Qian did not insist on giving it more, so he took the money back, but he refused to take the things.

After eating, Li Qian asked about Yang Jinye's room, thought about it, turned around and went back to open the trunk. He took out the new guitar he had bought before going out this time, together with the guitar case, and put the manuscript in the guitar case. After taking out the notebook, pens, etc., and then covering it, after thinking about it, I ran to the front driver's seat to find a large gel pen, took it and walked back to Yang's house, and knocked on the door of Yang Jinye. knock on the door.

"Yang Jinye, I'm finished eating and I'm leaving, you open the door..."

After a while, Yang Jinye, angrily, opened the door and stood at the door staring at Li Qian, as if his breath was still alive.

Li Qian smiled and said, "It's really my fault, I shouldn't have given the money, but those cigarettes and alcohol are what I gave to your father and all the neighbors around you. You can help me later. Please help me share that cigarette with everyone, just say I thank them for singing so many good songs to me."

Yang Jinye didn't speak, just looked at her.

Don't say, this girl is actually not that surprisingly beautiful, but when she looks at you quietly, there is an indescribable strange beauty, lively, lively, and bright.

Li Qian smiled, raised his hand and raised the guitar case, handed it to her, and said, "I have no other intentions, you like to sing, and I like to sing, you treat me to a meal, it's delicious, you He even sang a song for me, and let me hear so many good songs sung by so many people, so I just wanted to give you a small gift."

While talking, he squatted down, opened the guitar case, took out the guitar, and said, "This is a guitar, I used it myself, now, give it to you, don't refuse, okay?"

While talking, he took out his pen and said, "If you want to sing or make music in the future, if you encounter any problem in the music circle and you can't solve it yourself, you can take this guitar and go to Shuntianfu to find me! Um! , wait a few more years, at that time, if you ask in the music circle casually, someone will definitely be able to tell you who I am."

After he finished speaking, Yang Jinye took off the pen cap and carefully wrote on the guitar under the surprised eyes of Yang Jinye.

To Yang Jinye

Study hard and sing hard!

Li Qian

Just after the three lines were written, Li Qian was about to write the date when Yang Jinye suddenly reached out and hid the guitar, frowning with a distressed look on his face, and hurriedly wiped the words that Li Qian had just written, "It's such a good one. Qin, if you give it to the fore, give it to the fore, what are you doing to write? Oh, it's not easy to wipe..."

Li Qian watched in amazement as she rubbed the writing area more and more black.

After a while, she ran into the room and took out a wet towel to carefully wipe it off. The black handwriting was wiped off, but even though Li Qian had already written very lightly, the beautiful texture of the guitar was still left behind. pen print.

Yang Jinye looked regretful, "Eh, there are people in school who can play this, uh, I've seen it and heard it before, but it's good! Their guitars, I heard that they are very expensive, but they don't look as beautiful as this one, so I'll let you write your words. bad!"

At this moment, Li Qian was speechless.

After a while, Yang Jinye glared at Li Qian and said, "The guitar you gave me, I received it, thank you! But in the future, please don't write on the guitar casually, that's not good!" After she finished speaking, she went into the room with the guitar, and came out with the guitar after a while, handed Li Qian a notebook and a blank piece of paper, looked at Li Qian without blinking, and said, "What do you want to write, on the paper? Can't you go up?"

It was a math textbook for the second grade of high school, and it was a torn piece of acting paper.

Li Qian hesitated for a moment, took it, and wrote on it

Yang Jinye, the song you sing is very nice.

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I've been working so hard to write it, but I haven't finished the second chapter until now. Alas, the more such a passage that will be scolded by some readers, the more difficult it is for me to write.

Next, I will continue to write, but I may not be able to finish the third chapter tonight. If I can't finish it, I will post it tomorrow morning or noon. Don't wait!

Finally, there are still five or so hours left for the double monthly pass. Let’s shout again, students, if you still have tickets in hand, please support the knife! Thank you! (To be continued)

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