When he woke up and packed up and was about to go out, Xu Chunqiu had already come back from hanging his throat.

The young girl was refreshed, with a layer of fine and dense sweat on her forehead, and her expression was a little hearty, but the staff member who followed behind her hung two giant panda eyes, and followed her like a kidney deficiency.

"Why did she go?" said Tan Xiao and couldn't help laughing, and turned his head to ask the staff.

"I went out early in the morning to hang my throat," the staff wanted to cry without tears, "this ancestor went out at half past five, and he trapped me." ”

Thirty?

Talking and laughing looked at Xu Chunqiu with admiration, they all said that the traffic idol water, singing and dancing, all rely on this beautiful skin, Xu Chunqiu's traffic is hard enough, go out to hang his throat before dawn, is it really something?

She kept the letter in mind and slowly came out of the back room, the program team had prepared new problems for them.

On the first day of cooking, they had already used up the firewood, rice, oil and salt prepared for them by the program team in advance, and they ran out of food, but their mobile phones and wallets were taken away, and their livelihood on the second day became a problem.

"Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home" is a cliché of a reality show, what should I do if I have no money, make money!

A few people were followed by a large number of staff holding machines, and they entered the village in a mighty way, intending to make money by performing arts.

As a result, it hit the barrier again.

The guests invited by "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home" are actually not low-profile, traffic idols, independent musicians, senior actors, and anyone who doesn't have millions of Weibo fans is embarrassed to stand here.

But this is the countryside.

Most of the young people in the village went out to work, and most of the rest were old people who were far out of touch with the trend of the times, they were hunched on their backs, with their hands behind their backs, seeing such a big battle in the program group, and then looking at the four outstanding-looking people gathered in the middle, they all came up curiously to join in the fun, they didn't know who these guests were, they just gathered together like monkeys in the zoo.

Tan Xiao saw someone coming, and hurriedly seized this opportunity, she is a well-known independent musician in China, lyrics and music, how many TV series and movies have been matched with OST, plus yesterday the assistant rushed all the way from the airport and sent her luggage and guitar over, she spread out the guitar bag and put it in front of her, and sang with one hand on the strings.

Her voice is magnetic and lazy, singing a slow-paced lyrical song, which is the theme song she tailored for the recently popular idol drama.

But the response has been sparse.

People huddled together, stood for five minutes and ten minutes, and found that Tan Xiao put down the guitar case in front of him, humming and chirping and singing a warm slow song, and gradually lost interest, and the flow of people gathered together gradually had a tendency to disperse.

The more I talked and laughed, the more anxious I became, and it couldn't go on like this.

She took off her guitar and turned her gaze to Zhang Sen first. Zhang Sen hurriedly waved his hand, "No, I'm just acting, and I don't know how to sing." ”

She then turned to Fu Nanxun again and shoved the guitar into his hand, "You come." ”

Fu Nanxun chased the ducks to the shelves, so he had to take them.

He is from an idol boy group, and all he knows is those pop songs, after trying "I want to see you just want to see you, the future and the past, I just want to see you" and "I can follow you, like a shadow chasing the light and sleepwalking", he even tried "I am drunk alone" against his will, and the next step is to develop in the direction of "mice love rice".

But the people who gathered together were losing more and more, and it was not long before they were gone, and the guitar bags were empty and there was not a penny.

Fu Nanxun sighed, feeling that this path was wrong, "No, we have to go another way." ”

Zhang Sen also helped on the side, "Yes, you have to sing something they can understand." ”

At this moment, a thin old man wearing a loose hurdle vest and humming a little song swayed past.

"The birds in the trees are in pairs, and the green waters and green mountains bring smiles"

Faintly let people hear the tune of "Tianxian Pei".

It's Huangmei Opera.

The commissary next to it opened, the proprietress is a middle-aged woman, is snorting melon seeds and opened an old TV hanging in the upper corner of the store, the snowflakes on the screen flashed and flashed, she stepped forward and took a few shots, the picture is a pearlescent and jade servant, is pinching the orchid fingers and singing "Island Ice Wheel Beginning to Turn".

It's the concubine who is drunk.

Fu Nanxun's psychology is probably counted, he knows what kind of song to sing, but he can't sing.

His family is actually an opera family, his grandfather is a famous old artist, and when he was a child, he also let the family go to study opera, sang Hua Dan and Tsing Yi, but half of the learning really made those babbling weird tones annoying, so he simply left home halfway and embarked on the road of showbiz.

He first worked in a men's group, then terminated his contract to enter university, and then became an actor, completely breaking off with Liyuan. I forgot all the operas and tones I learned when I was a child, but when I sang pop songs, I could occasionally sing a sentence or two of drama in a fake way.

Now it's just a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Fu Nanxun took a deep breath and began to sing.

"Orchid fingers twist, red dust like water"

"Three-foot red platform, everything into the song and blow"

The old man in the hurdle vest who had walked by before folded back and stopped in front of them.

Tan Xiao and Zhang Sen glanced at each other, and said that there was a play.

Fu Nan was overjoyed, lowered his eyes again, and continued tactfully. Xu Chunqiu listened to it aside, and also carefully tasted the three or two sentences he sang.

His foundation is not bad, he should have played Tongzigong when he was a child, but his stamina is insufficient, some nondescript, eighty percent of it was abandoned later for some other reasons, so it is not an orthodox opera singing method, but it is like the so-called "opera" that people often say in this era.

In any case, what he sang was much stronger than the messy thing that Lin Qianqian sang with her throat in "National Idol", and Xu Chunqiu finally closed the coffin in his heart.

"Singing goodbye for a long time is not sad, and the very red place turns to ashes"

"May whoever remembers the best years"

At the end of the song, the old man finally gave a reaction, without applause or appreciation, he just pouted and spat at him, "Tsk, what kind of thing is this singing." ”

Fu Nanxun's face turned white as soon as he brushed it, not because he had a thin face, but because the old man with his back made him somehow think of his grandfather who sang Peking Opera.