In this scenic spot at least thousands of miles away from home, no matter whether they are happy or aggrieved on weekdays, everyone will be very high, and they will be very open, no matter whether they will jump or not, many people will follow the staff wearing national costumes, around the bonfire, twisted.

This is one of the benefits of travel, escaping from the original nest, whether it is a temporary anesthesia or a short escape, is a rare opportunity to relax.

Feng Yiping didn't have such a consciousness later, he always thought about waiting for the time when he had money and leisure, and then he would take a good look at the distant world, usually at most around the city.

Therefore, until he was reborn for reasons that are not yet clear, he only went around Southeast Asia, and he had not even set foot in many places in the country, especially in the northern provinces.

Now that I think about it, it's really stupid, according to his original thoughts, that is, there is no rebirth, it is estimated that he will not be able to go around at home and abroad well until the day he finally meets Marx, and there is no end to making money, and time, like the groove in a girl's chest, as long as there is a heart, it can always be squeezed out.

This kind of bonfire party is quite interesting, unlike the usual evening parties, most of them are spectators, and they all sit under the stage to watch the performance of the actors, which is distinct.

This is different, there is no organization, and there are no people taking turns to perform different types of programs, in fact, there is no distinction between the audience and the actors, everyone is participating, both the audience and the actors.

If there are really performances, there are only three, and two of them are playing music, one is playing the same matouqin as Feng Yiping's back, and the other is playing the four hu, and in front of him stands a Mongolian eldest sister with a stout body, a very traditional Mongolian eldest sister - the real one is like a full moon. Singing in Mongolian is relaxed.

Although I can't understand what I sing, the melody is beautiful, the breath is broad, the feelings are deep, and the grassland atmosphere is very original.

than those academic singers. The sound with craftsmanship is more lifelike and more touching -- Feng Yiping and Zhang Yan like this style of folk songs.

It is in such an unclear and beautiful singing, everyone follows the Mongolian brothers and sisters, jumping up according to the cat and the tiger, dancing well or badly, regardless of the moment, the atmosphere is really much better than those formal parties, everyone is happy.

Spent a long time in the jungle of reinforced concrete. I have been confined to the rules and regulations for a long time, and I just want to sway freely for a while under the brilliant starlight that is rarely seen in this city.

When everyone held hands and jumped around the bonfire, Feng Yiping took Huang Jingping by the hand, joined in, took the hands of the people he didn't know, and jumped up together.

Actually, it can't be called a jump. It's about the same as walking, but. The people who danced were very happy, and the parents who were watching next to them were also very happy, although they either couldn't jump, or were embarrassed to jump, or they couldn't really jump, but they still knew how to beat the beat.

The firewood burned with a clatter. The sparks splashed everywhere, and many people slowly withdrew to rest, only Feng Yiping, who was about twenty years old and energetic, and the more they jumped, the more energetic they became. It feels like going back to my student days, like having a party, until the piano and singing stopped.

Older tourists went back to their rooms to rest one after another, only young people like them still gathered around and refused to leave, and there were also many couples who looked like them, whispering around the bonfire.

Feng Yiping wiped the sweat from his head, took his piano case, and said to the big man who played the horse-head piano, "Saifu, Aha, can I borrow this place to play a song?"

The Mongolian eldest brother, who was drinking water with a big cup, got up happily, gave up his stool, and watched with interest as Feng Yiping took out the horse-head piano from the piano case.

Except for when he was in junior high school, he sang with Huang Jingping at the class party, this was Feng Yiping's first performance in front of the public, but he was the one who sat in the middle of the rostrum at the conference of thousands of people and spoke at the moment, and he was not too nervous about the dozens of people at the moment.

Tuning the strings, adjusting the height of the microphone, sandwiching the case between his legs, and after a while, waiting for the two cameras to be in place, he sent his right hand forward and played the song that he had been practicing for months.

Even his parents didn't know about the fact that he was going to show his hand here, but seeing him walk to the microphone, those parents who were about to go back to rest also understood what was going on, and of course they wouldn't miss such a time, and they all gathered around.

Mei Jianzhong looked at his grandson and two employees carrying cameras, and asked Huang Jingping, "What is Yiping doing here?"

"I didn't know, he was practicing after the Chinese New Year,"

"Why do you have to find someone to take a picture of it?" asked Mei Qiuping.

"He didn't tell me," Huang Jingping shook her head and thought for a moment, "Maybe, it must have something to do with business,"

Although Feng Yiping didn't tell her explicitly, she could guess some from Feng Yiping's conversation with Jin Ling, although at the beginning of this month, Youjia had already held a three-day promotional event during the Dragon Boat Festival, but in fact, since last month, they have been preparing a large-scale promotional event that will start on June 30 of the Gregorian calendar and last for a week, called "Half a year".

Feng Yiping, who doesn't like to be in the limelight, has been preparing for so long this time, and choosing to perform in such a place, it must be related to work, as for what he will do next, I must ask him later.

The prelude is obviously grassland style music, and a group of people here listened to it and felt very good, but the Mongolian brother looked at the good piano in Feng Yiping's hand with some regret, and it was estimated that it was the same as Zhang Yan's art teacher, seeing that she actually used such high-end brushes and paints.

However, when Feng Yiping opened his mouth affectionately, not only him, but even the female singer who was chatting next to him and the person who played the four hu also looked at him in surprise.

After the voice change period, Feng Yiping's voice is actually good, he is quite a magnetic baritone, and when he was in the first year of high school, the head teacher, Mr. Chen, proposed several times that he go to the school radio club.

"Wild goose, in the sky...... ，”

He sang this song that he had practiced for a long time with the spirit of dantian, but the fly in the ointment was that he couldn't sing it in Mongolian, he always felt that this song had to be in Mongolian to have a taste.

However, as far as what he has learned, it is okay in other places, and in the grassland where Mongolian is spoken, it is better to use Mandarin honestly.

Without too much professional vocal training, Feng Yiping is not very able to control a high-pitched song like "The Sea", but this "Hong Yan", which he likes very much, can still cope with it.

Two lifetimes combined, more than 50 years of life experience, let him sing this song very affectionately, with his mellow, but obviously very young voice, more than the original song has a different charm.

Let's use an inappropriate analogy, just like those action movie female stars in the island country, they are obviously engaged in large-scale performances, but sometimes, especially the expressions and eyes, look so pure, innocent, happy and at a loss, such a big contrast, you know, but it adds a lot of points to their "performance".

He was at home before, just playing the violin, and he hadn't sung while playing, and when he sang this one, even Huang Jingping opened her mouth wide.

Mei Jianzhong and Feng Zhenchang and his wife, although they are already a little accustomed to Feng Yiping's frequent appearance of some things and abilities that they don't know, but this will be surprising, even those people next to them can see it.

A father next to him touched Feng Zhenchang, "Yiping has this ability, brother, you don't know?"

Feng Zhenchang didn't look back, "I don't know,"

Mei Qiuping also looked at her son intently, "He seems to have studied singing and painting with Teacher Zhu for a while when he was in junior high school,"

When singing the second paragraph, the horse-head violinist who originally thought that Feng Yiping had ruined a good piano, as well as the one who played the four hus, and the one who sang, all surrounded him, gathered all three microphones in front of Feng Yiping, and then simply sat on the ground opposite him, humming quietly.

As industry insiders, they are very aware of the rarity of a good song, as the saying goes, there are a lot of people who sing well, but there are fewer good songs than Bole.

The affectionate and touching singing voice made many tourists who had already returned to the tent put on their clothes and ran over, and when the third paragraph of the song was sung, the tents in farther away were also lit up, as if there were still people riding horses to rush here?

Many of the staff in the scenic spot who have been tired of the bonfire party will be lying comfortably on the bed, but hearing this moving singing voice that is different from usual, many people sit up from the bed, you look at me, I look at you, I don't understand what's going on, I don't say a word at the moment, I put the robe on my body indiscriminately, and ran out with my shoes.

However, no one pointed a finger, and no one whispered, lest they interrupt this rare natural sound, and everyone stood quietly, looking at the young man sitting on the stool.

At this moment, it seemed that even the wind was soft, no longer blowing the bonfire whirring, and the insects in the grass were quiet, and on the empty grassland, only Feng Yiping's singing and piano were echoing. (To be continued......)