NSU is one of the few 211 key universities in Xinjiang, but like many border universities, NSU is indeed not as large as some universities in the mainland.

However, fortunately, Cao Wu is majoring in Russian, which is one of the most distinctive majors of NSU, and the faculty is still very strong.

Less than ten days before leaving school, the school was already ready to sign up, Cao Wu ran all morning with the materials, and finally got the key to the dormitory.

He was one of the first students to report to the building, and he was the only one in the empty dormitory.

He was originally assigned a six-person room, but he asked the dormitory manager to change it and transferred it to a four-person room, which didn't cost much more.

In the next few days, he began to wander around the city, the Grand Bazaar, the Big and Small West Gate, and the People's Square.

He likes to go to the People's Square, where there are many ethnic minority friends who can sing and dance, Uygur uncles who play and sing Tanbul, handsome Kazakh guys who sell melons and fruits, and many Han and ethnic minorities dance square dances with Xinjiang characteristics, which is very happy.

Cao Wu also borrowed Tambur from Uncle Na Uyghur to play with, and he was particularly interested in these national musical instruments, which he had studied in his previous life.

Most people are most familiar with the Xinjiang musical instrument Dongbula, which is the traditional instrument of the Kazakh ethnic group, while the tambul is the traditional instrument of the Uyghur ethnic group.

The tambur has five strings, which look a bit like a leaner and longer neck, and they all come from the same origin, and they are all derivatives of the lute.

Uncle's Tambur is a few years old, but it is well maintained and fits very well. Cao Wu tried to play a chord, and sure enough, the tone was also very crisp.

Seeing Cao Wu hugging Tambul, Uncle Uygur smiled and said, "You can play it!

"I'll just play a little bit. Cao Wu said with a smile that when he recorded songs in his previous life, someone had used this instrument, and he had played it a few times.

"Play one!" The Uyghur uncle was very enthusiastic, and a group of Uyghur young men sitting together smoking on the side looked at it strangely, and they also gathered around to watch the excitement.

Cao Wu was still a little uncomfortable being watched by this group of half-sized boys, but after staying in Xinjiang for a while, he knew that most of these young men from ethnic minorities were very simple, righteous, like to play around, and were very suitable for friends.

Bad people don't distinguish between skin colors, nationalities, and only people.

"You can't play it!" said a young Uyghur boy named Balang, a young Balang half-jokingly provoked.

Cao Wu plucked the strings, looking for the feeling in his memory.

Most of the music theories of musical instruments are the same, the same, everything, and Cao Wu has also played, so he quickly found the right taste.

What are you playing? Folk songs? Then I must not be as good as my uncle's uncle, there is!

"Listen to this!"

There was a burst of music with an exotic twist, the style was somewhat Latin-like, but it had a different flavor when played in Tambur.

“sí sabes que ya llevo rato mirándote，”

“tengo que bailar contigo hoy，”

Mixed with the rhythm, Cao Wu opened his mouth to sing a lyric that he didn't understand, but he didn't expect him to really be able to play Tambur, and he also played a song, and the Uyghur boys were instantly excited and cheered.

A single string pluck, a single rhythm sets the beat, and the lads beat him with a lap on the knee and a stomp of his foot.

Xinjiang people are very straightforward, not twisted and subtle, and are usually willing to express their feelings and feelings very bluntly.

In short, the heart is big, emotions come and go quickly, and it is easy to be happy because of a small thing.

Just like at this point, even though Cao Wu sang the lame-sounding Spanish lyrics, the boys were excited because he could play Tambur.

The song sung by Cao Wu is "Despacito", which was popular all over the world for a period of time in his previous life, which is a song sung by Louis Funsey and Yankee Daddy, which became popular all over the world as soon as it was launched, and with the wave of short videos, it triggered imitations and covers in various countries around the world.

It can be said that it witnessed the period when Douyin began to become popular, guitar, guzheng, pipa, flute, erhu, suona, and countless other instruments have covered this tune.

Overnight, countless people learned a word of Spanish, despacito, and of course, that's it.

The melody of this song is funny, it is also very comfortable to sing, and with the upbeat rhythm, people can't help but want to dance to it.

No, a few young men jumped up directly.

Cao Wu shook his toes, singing while watching the happy young people singing and dancing, this atmosphere really made people feel extremely relaxed.

After singing the song, the Uyghur uncle put his finger in his mouth and blew a hooligan whistle to cheer for Cao Wu, which startled him.

The excited young men also wanted to pull him to dance together, Cao Wu hurriedly fled, walked a long way, and could hear the uncle singing melodiously Almhan, and the atmosphere was very joyful.

What a great place to live!

The work and rest in Xinjiang is very different from that in the south, Cao Wu has seen it these days, he habitually gets up at seven o'clock in the morning, but finds that even the breakfast shop is open, and few people have eaten.

After asking, I found out that the working time here is 10 o'clock in the morning and 7 o'clock in the evening, so dinner will be eaten at ** o'clock.

But fortunately, there is usually a two-hour lunch break here, and there are even three hours in the school, so people can take a nap after eating, which is also very pleasant.

After playing for a few days, Cao Wu's roommates finally arrived one after another, and the first one to arrive was a boy, white and chubby, wearing glasses, and polite, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he knew that he was a sullen guy.

"Oh, hey, you're shaved so much! You're so energetic!" the boy was very familiar, and when he sat down across from Cao Wu's bed, he asked, "Where's the brother?"

"Xiangcheng. Cao Wu smiled and asked, "Are you a native of Xinjiang?"

"You can hear it when you listen to the accent!" The boy stretched out his hand and smiled: "My name is Li Qiwen, Korla, do you know Korla fragrant pear?"

"Yes, yes. Cao Wu shook his hand.

"Our family grows pears. The boy enthusiastically took out a plastic bag of fragrant pears from the box, and even the handles were emerald green: "You taste it, it's very sweet!"

Cao Wu picked one up and took a bite, it was really crisp and amazingly sweet, and the sugar content of melons and fruits in Xinjiang was really a little excessive!

"Well, it's delicious. He nodded.

"Why don't you wash it?" Li Qiwen looked at him in surprise.

Cao Wu stopped chewing: "You didn't wash it?"

"Of course, how do you take it after washing?"

Cao Wu was speechless for an instant.

"What's the matter? Li Qiwen comforted him: "At most, you can have a stomach, and you can't eat the dead." ”

It's over, it looks like I'm going to live with a pit in four years of college.