The group turned on the flashlight and went up to Nanshan along a rugged mountain road.

Lu Yuanshan's subordinates, as soon as they stepped forward, began to catch chickens all over the field, but they were all in vain.

He Chang is smiling without saying a word, sitting by a mountain spring, lighting a cigarette, and looking at the scenery!

For food, Song Meijuan and Si Xia are both very enthusiastic.

After a while, the two of them were frightened, went up the mountain in the dark, looked around, and walked fast!

He Changzai saw that Song Meijuan and Si Xia not only brought flutes, but also Qingshuang daggers, spices, pots and pans, chopsticks and other things.

In order to make money, Song Meijuan worked hard to carry the camera.

He Chang paced forward, picked up the two of them, and began to sit near the spring and play the flute.

All of a sudden, empty, lonely, and distant flute sounded out.

Many snow-feathered pheasants perched on the trees fluttered their wings and flew to his side.

Running out of breath, the photographer and others, after seeing this scene, all had incredible expressions. I couldn't close my mouth in shock.

He Chang was looking at a fat chicken, holding a Qingshuang dagger, struck like electricity, sealed his throat with a knife, threw it to Song Meijuan and Si Xia, and said, "You pluck your hair!"

Song Meijuan and Si Xia both nodded and started to get busy!

Lu Yuanshan, Ziling and the others were also embarrassed to sit down, went to the mountains to collect dry firewood, built a stove with stones, and went their own way.

He Changzai concocted the same method, killed six big fat chickens, and threw them to the cameraman and others who were out of breath and had rested for a long time.

and went down the mountain, went to the orchard to pick a few yellow prickly pears, took off their shirts, and wrapped them.

And dug up a few strains of one of the ginseng plants he planted!

With his familiarity with the terrain, he went to the mountain spring in the dark.

By this time, the fire was already burning hot, and the water in the pot made a noise.

Song Meijuan and Si Xia washed the seven big fat chickens cleanly.

All the ingredients are well prepared!

Si Xia saw that He Changzai was coming, wiped his somewhat wet hands on his clothes, picked up the camera, and began to shoot seriously.

He Changzai used mountain spring water to rinse a natural bluestone slab on the mountain, and put the prickly pear on it for the thirsty people to eat.

After washing the ginseng, I picked up the green frost dagger and cut it into very even pieces.

Immediately afterwards, like a cow, the movement was flowing to separate the flesh and bones, and some of the contents of the chicken's stomach were cleanly processed.

Director Lu and the others were dumbfounded when they saw He Changzai's skillful and experienced craftsmanship, giving people a pleasing feeling, they had never seen someone with such advanced cooking skills and such chic movements.

I think he is more than a star and a half stronger than those eating broadcasts and gourmets on the Internet.

He Changzai put a processed chicken into the pot, put in peppercorns, anise, ginger slices, spices, woody fragrance, tangerine peel, and other seasonings, covered with a lid, and instructed the photographer Zhou who burned the fire to simmer over a low heat.

Then, he went to the mountains and folded a wattle and skewered a fat chicken.

A stove was built out of stones, and the firewood collected by the group was put into it, and the chicken began to be roasted.

Song Meijuan and Si Xia called He Chang to roast chicken, and they all came over and squatted beside her, with expectant expressions on their faces.

......

Gradually, a bright white moon rose into the sky, and the skin of the fat chicken gradually turned brown under the charcoal fire, and the enticing fragrance diffused from the air.

The two women smacked their lips and were about to drool.

He Chang made a broom on the local side, and made a simple brush for the long corn on the mountain, and brushed the oil on it while roasting the chicken, and sprinkled cumin and other seasonings.

In a short time, the pheasant was roasted!

He Chang was cutting it into pieces with a dagger and putting it in a basin.

The chicken soup was almost stewed, and Director Lu began to spread out and scoop the soup for everyone.

Under the Zhang Luo of the two, the food was safely placed in front of everyone!

Lu Yuanshan opened his mouth and said: "Why don't we sing a song, adjust the atmosphere, and be lively!"

"Sing what?"

Si Xia asked subconsciously.

Ziling thought for a moment and said: "Fate when we get together, so we have to cherish it more, or let's sing a song to cherish!"

"Good!"

"I agree!"

"Well, let me find a tune!"

......

Everyone present agreed, and the group sang under the leadership of Director Lu.

"Moored at the pier that left yesterday, many dreams are layered and mottled, and people are lonely after sunset, accompanied by the bright moon and other lonely ......"

Accompanied by the singing, the group found that they were singing a little out of tune, not very good, a little embarrassed, and their voices gradually weakened.

In the end, only He Changzai's voice echoed in the empty and lonely mountains.

Distant, serene singing.

It hits everyone's heart and makes people fall into memories of the past.

Thinking of the young man who is just a classmate, he is full of spirit!

Crush, a girl who has been in love for a long time, but doesn't confess!

Now they are going their separate ways, there is no news, and there is no way to go back to the past, only memories, and their faces show melancholy and sad expressions.

Fa breaks free from the turbulent current of memories and salvages himself!

After He Changzai's voice stopped abruptly, the group was stunned for a long time, and then they came back to their senses one by one.

They all looked at him and praised him.

"He Changzai, I didn't expect your brother to sing so well!"

"This is a cappella singing, I think it's better than some pop singers!"

"I feel that He Chang is singing, it is no exaggeration, it can be said that it is better than the original song!"

In the compliments of the group, Lu Yuanshan looked at He Changzai and said solemnly:

"I've already decided, go back today, write the theme song of the movie "Prickly Pear" overnight, and I'll leave it to you to sing!"

"Director Lu, this ...... But I'm a little flattered!" He Chang said with a smile on his face, with a slightly exaggerated expression.

Lu Yuanshan said loudly: "Are all opportunities reserved for talented people...... If you can't sing well and want to sing, I won't let you sing!"

Immediately, the group began to eat against the backdrop of a full moon in the sky.

The more I eat, the more I want to eat, and I praise He Chang's high cooking skills, and he is full of oil when he eats, and he is addicted!

After a while, the group of people swept the wind and clouds, and ate the chicken soup and roast chicken cleanly!

Even a big bag of prickly pears has little left!

He Chang looked at everyone's unfinished expressions, and began to continue roasting the chickens, roasting the remaining chickens one by one, so that everyone had a full stomach.

At this time, the night was quiet, and the group was full of food and drink, and they didn't want to move, so they lay down on the big bluestone slab on the mountain to sleep.

Director Lu didn't forget to write the lyrics, the mobile phone screen lit up, attracting a lot of big cyan moths, his fingers were brisk, and he paused and thought from time to time.

Smack your lips, find inspiration, and write hard......

Because the two girls are afraid of the dark!

He Chang is a Song Meijuan on the left, and a Si Xia on the side, against the cold moonlight, under the cool breeze, listening to the sound of trivial insects, and slowly falling asleep!