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To tell the truth, in the face of such an invitation, Li Qian was both grateful and a little hesitant.

Because he really doesn't know if this eating steamed bun has any special meaning in the local area, I don't know if he has watched too many episodes like watching TV dramas and reading books in his previous life, in short, he is subconsciously worried about such an invitation.

But it's a bit gracious.

At this time, an old man next to him seemed to see something, so he said with a smile: "In this later life, people Jin Ye invited you to dinner, why don't you make a noise?

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!"

Several girls laughed and coaxed Yang Jinye when they heard this, but Yang Jinye ignored them, looked at Li Qian, stretched out his hand to the east and pointed, "The Ejia family is in the village in front, they all know the road, you can ask them to point it to you, you can wait here, you can go to the county seat to buy something, and come back before noon!"

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

Yang Jinye replied crisply, "Buy a cassette tape!" You heard Liao Liao's new album on the radio, there is a loess high slope, it is very good, you go buy her tape!"

Li Qian's eyes lit up when he heard this, so he looked at the five girls and asked, "Do you want to buy a plate for each person, or ......?"

One of the girls replied without waiting for him to speak: "You can't afford it, so you just scrape together the money and go buy a plate." ”

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

The five girls' eyes lit up when they heard this, and Yang Jinye glanced at him with a wave of eyes, and said happily: "Okay, you give the tape to E, and you won't go to the county seat." I'm going to make you a lamb soup and steamed buns! It just so happened that Brother E went to weigh three catties of mutton yesterday, and he was willing to eat it!"

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

The three girls, including Yang Jinye, all rode bicycles to lead the way, and Li Qian drove the car with two other girls who had to take the car. Dust flew all the way into the village.

The Yang family should be the cave of Xinpan, the yard is open and flat, and there is also a local dog at home, so he barks at the off-road vehicle here when he is far away, and waits for Li Qian to stop the car and get down. The dog blocked the door, Yang Jinye stomped his feet to drive it away, and said to Li Qian: "Don't be afraid, this dog is very timid, as soon as you stomp your foot, it will scare away!"

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

Including Yang Jinye's parents and eldest brother and sister-in-law, the Yang family has a total of five people, and the weather is hot at this time. There is no work in the field for the time being, they are all at home, they heard the movement outside, they have come out, and they are a little stunned when they see a few girls bringing a tall man into the door.

Yang Jinye looks really a very cool girl. At home, you should also be the kind of person who has some right to speak, facing your family. She didn't feel anything wrong at all when she suddenly brought a stranger back, and introduced, "This person." I met him on the road, and he was very good at singing, and he didn't sing well, so I invited him back to eat mutton soup and steamed buns! Dad, brother, he works in the city, and he specializes in writing albums for those big stars!"

Frankly speaking, Yang Jinye's family treated Li Qian, a strange guest, although they were enthusiastic, but they were very reserved at first, until Li Qian explained in his broken northern Shaanxi dialect that he had come down to collect wind and just wanted to listen to the locals sing those local folk songs, and Yang Jinye's father and brother relaxed their attitude.

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

Father Yang was resolute at first not wanting things or money, but then he couldn't stand Li Qian was really willing to give it, so he accepted it happily, and then said: "What is the sour song, what is there to sing, they have long stopped singing, Jin Ye, this baby is a little wild, and he likes to sing songs all day long, and ......he can't control it." But to put it mildly, Dad Yang is still a little excited, after all, he liked this when he was young, at this time, let Li Qian agitate, it was art or something, and his throat was a little itchy, and after clicking the last bit of spark in the cigarette pouch, he cleared his throat and opened his throat and sang

"Sheep belly hand towels, three blues, let's see the face of the face, it's hard to talk, one is on the mountain, one is in the ditch, we can't pull that word, oh a trick yo hand......"

I have to say that heredity is really powerful.

Yang Jinye sings folk songs quite well, and Dad Yang sings even more deliciously!

After listening to this, Li Qian's eyes were shining, and he asked Dad Yang to come again, at this time, someone from outside had already entered the door, and shouted directly in a loud voice: "Yang Dandan, how many years have you been singing songs, why did you suddenly go crazy today......

Dad Yang smiled, Li Qian saw someone coming in, so he hurriedly handed over the cigarette and sang it out in his voice, Dad Yang seemed to be addicted, and he didn't care about the people, so he pulled up his voice and continued to sing

"There is a pretty sister standing on the sand beam, provoking that magpie full of trees and flying, Bai Gesheng's face is willow and willow eyebrows, double braids and braids, and that flick, twist and twist mouth, oh, hairy eyes look at the Yellow River water, love you and hate you a few times, a few times ...... back"

Dad Yang's second song has not been sung, there have been several people in the yard, Li Qian is smoke when he sees people, everyone is smiling and listening to Dad Yang's singing, and when Dad Yang finishes singing, the big guy laughs, and some people have itchy throats, and they also sing along with a must, at least as far as 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 rich, but people are very straightforward Once they are familiar, they are also very enthusiastic about treating guests.

And. To paraphrase the words of a musician he had heard in his previous life, it is true that the farther away from the modern city, the more people can sing and dance......

Li Qian's box of cigarettes was gone, and more than a dozen songs had entered his ears, and he felt that he had gained a lot.

Sing this thing. It's really personal.

Everyone is born with a different voice, some good, some bad, some high, some low, but unless you are incomplete. Otherwise, God has already given you the talent of singing on the day you were born. Even if you only have a broken gong voice, as long as the word love lingers in it and is entangled in your bones, the 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 sour songs in the countryside. When I grow up, almost everyone can sing, with a good voice, and those sad sounds and infatuation with a bad voice are enough to sing you for more than ten years or decades, and it is so free to sing without rules, they don't know the skills of those luck sounds summarized in the textbooks in the academy, but everyone can have their own unique voice, although not everyone sings well. But even if the whole song is average, and occasionally there are one or two sentences, it makes Li Qian feel excited.

Where is the art?

The art is here!

What Li Qian wants to find right now. It is this unique voice that is full of personal charm.

So far, he doesn't have the idea of debut an album, but he likes to sing, likes this, and always tries to do better.

And in his opinion. Running to this kind of cave with dirt and slag to listen to a group of men from northern Shaanxi singing a few sour songs is far more useful and helpful to yourself than to go to the academy to listen to professors talk about lectures for a few days.

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A group of men from northern Shaanxi gathered at Yang's house, talking, laughing and singing. In the blink of an eye, it was already noon.

The men said goodbye to each other. When I went back to my house for dinner, a few little girls kept in the house holding the tape recorder, and they couldn't listen to the tape. But seeing that it was noon, they were reluctant to go home for dinner, so before leaving, they went to the kitchen of Yang's house, and agreed with Yang Jinye to come over to listen to songs in the afternoon, and then they pushed the car home together.

The Yang family's lunch was a big bowl of mutton soup for one person, and the bowl for Li Qian was brought by Yang Jinye himself, the little girl's eyes blinked, and she whispered: "I got a lot of meat for you, and the steamed bun is burned, you eat more!"

But a moment later, Li Qian had just grabbed 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 Yang's father about something? Li Qian hurriedly put down the bowl, but at this time, Yang Jinye had already rushed into the cave and stuffed the fifty yuan to Li Qian, with a look of grievance, "I said that I would like to invite you to eat, what are you doing to give money?

Then, until the meal was over, Li Qian didn't see her again.

The fifty yuan, Yang Laohan said that he didn't want anything, and even asked Li Qian to take the cigarettes and alcohol away later, saying that his daughter said that he couldn't ask for things, let alone money, you people from the city went back and said it, and you lost the people in the village!

Li Qian didn't insist on giving it again, so he took the money back, but he resolutely refused to take it.

After eating, Li Qian asked Yang Jinye's room, thought about it, turned around and went back to open the trunk, took out the new guitar he bought before going out this time, and took out the notebook pen and the like in the guitar box, and then covered it, thought about it, ran to the front driver's seat and found a large gel pen to come out, took it and walked back to Yang's house, and knocked on Yang Jinye's door.

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

After a while, Yang Jinye, who was huffing, opened the door and stood at the door staring at Li Qian, as if his remaining breath had not subsided.

Li Qian smiled and said, "It's really my fault, I shouldn't have given the money, but those cigarettes and alcohol should be given to your father and so many neighbors around me. ”

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

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

Li Qian smiled, raised his hand and raised the guitar case, handed it to her, and said: "I don't mean anything else, you like to sing, I also like to sing, you invited me to a meal, it was delicious, you also sang a song for me, and let me hear so many beautiful songs sung by so many people, so, I just want to give you a small gift." ”

As he spoke, 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?"

As he spoke, he took out his pen and said, "In the future, if you want to sing or make music, and you encounter any problems in the music circle, and you can't solve them by yourself, you can take this guitar to Suncheonfu to find me! Well, wait a few years, at that time, if you ask in the music circle, someone will definitely be able to tell you who I am." ”

After speaking, just under Yang Jinye's surprised gaze, he took off the cap of his pen and carefully wrote on the guitar

Give it to Yang Jinye

Study hard, sing well!

Li Qian

As soon as the three lines were written, Li Qian was about to write the date, Yang Jinye suddenly reached out and dodged the guitar, frowned, looked distressed, and hurriedly wiped the words that Li Qian had just written, "Such a good piano, if you give it to the forehead, you will give it to the forehead, why do you want to write? Oops, it's not easy to wipe it......

Li Qian watched in amazement as she wiped the place where she was writing darker and darker.

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

Yang Jinye looked regretful, "There are people in the school who can play this, I have seen and heard it, but it is good! Their guitar, I heard that it is very expensive, and it doesn't look like this handful, so your words will be ruined!"

At this moment, Li Qian was speechless.

After a while, Yang Jinye glared at Li Qian and said, "The guitar you gave you is a good one, thank you!" But in the future, don't write on the piano casually, that's not good!" After speaking, she came into the room with the guitar, and after a while, she came out with the guitar in her arms, handed Li Qian a notebook and a blank piece of paper, looked at Li Qian with unblinking eyes, and said, "What do you want to write, can't you write on paper?"

It was a sophomore math textbook, and it was a torn piece of papyrus.

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

Yang Jinye, the song you sang is very good.

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I've been working it, but I've only finished the second chapter until now. Alas, the more this kind of passage will be scolded by some readers, in fact, the more difficult it is for me to write.

I'll continue to write, but I won't be able to finish Chapter 3 tonight, and if I can't, I'll be tomorrow morning or noon. Don't wait!

Finally, there are five hours left in the double monthly pass, shout again, students, if you still have a ticket in your hand, please support the knife! Thank you!