Tang Bo glanced at the music score he wrote in his hand, coughed lightly, turned to look at He Xueyue in front of him, and hummed softly: "South of Caiyun, the direction of my heart~"

"South of Caiyun, the direction of my heart ......" After hearing Tang Bo's voice, He Xueyue next to her was not shy, and sang directly.

The high and loud singing seems to float over Lijiang. Originally sifting rice in the yard outside the door, and grandma couldn't help but stop what she was doing and looked in the direction of the door.

Grandpa Mu also put down the chopsticks in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, I don't know what he was thinking when he looked at those two people?

The active Mu Yi also gently put down the toy in his hand, and suddenly quieted down, looking at Tang Bo and He Xueyue.

And the two of them were not affected by the people next to them at all, and continued to speak softly.

"The peacock flies away, the memory is long~" Tang Bo continued to look at He Xueyue in front of him and demonstrated.

He Xueyue opened her throat just now, and it seemed that her state was a little over, long and unrestrained.

Actually, there is a good saying. Fifty-five of the fifty-six nationalities can sing and dance. Now, Tang Bo feels that he is really right, and Xueyue is an ordinary girl of the Naxi nationality in Lijiang. At most, there is a layer of Dongba Shenlong's identity bonus.

Even if she is the best singer among the Naxi people. But so what? Judging from Tang Bo's professional composers. There are really not many people who have not undergone any professional training and rely on their own talent to sing this role, to be honest. Even when his "ex-wife" first debuted, he really couldn't control the song.

Tang Bo looked at the delicate He Xueyue in front of her, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and she continued to teach her how to sing this song.

In his previous life, Tang Bo listened to this song, so he resolutely resigned, picked up his backpack and set foot on the land of southern Yunnan, which haunted him.

From Lijiang in the north, Xishuangbanna in the south, Tengchong in the west, and Honghe in the east. Every inch of YN's land has been trampled all over by Tang Silk.

To the south of this colorful cloud, it is not only the past that carries his dreams, but also the present.

In the previous life, many people actually thought that this song was low and exploded. In fact, Tang Bo did not object. After all, this kind of folk song with some rap is far from mainstream pop music.

However, no one can deny it. This song can inspire people's impulse to go to YN, to Yulong Snow Mountain, Lijiang, Lugu Lake, and Butterfly Spring.

No one can deny that this is an excellent and classic song.

In fact, the rap behind this song in the previous life has always been criticized, and it feels like ruining the beauty of a song. There is a big gap from the previous tracks.

For this kind of thinking, Tang Silk is done. Redundant and not matched. Therefore, when Tang Silk wrote the song in this world, he deleted the Rap and changed the words behind it to the long music accompanied by the original Hulusi.

"The south of the clouds, the place to linger.

The small bridge flows, and the smoke curls.

Cangshan and Erhai Lake, rippling blue waves.

The Ancient Tea Horse Road, pedestrians are leisurely. ”

Tang Bo listened to He Xueyue sing the last of the lyrics he had changed. There was no bump or smoothness, and he nodded his head with satisfaction, and said softly to He Xueyue in front of him, "Will it be?"

"Well, it's pretty simple. As long as you show me the lyrics, I'll be fine. I know words, but I don't know music scores!" He Xueyue nodded slowly with a red face and said to Tang Bo in front of him.

"Well, that's ......" Tang Bo nodded his head, looked at He Xueyue in front of him, and suddenly remembered a question. Speak softly.

"Do you know all the Naxi folk songs?"

He Xueyue was obviously stunned for a moment when Tang Bo asked so suddenly, then looked at Tang Bo in front of him, and nodded his head gently, "Well, I will." Do you want to hear it?"

This quiet and easily shy girl, since she sang the song Tang Bo, her admiration for Tang Bo has risen gradually, and she has used your honorifics.

"Well, sing me a few songs. What do I think?" Tang Bo nodded his head and said to He Xueyue in front of him.

"Ahem......" He Xueyue coughed lightly a few times, and after clearing her throat, she slowly stood up, raised her head slightly, and opened her mouth, "Ah...... Forehead...... Instigate...... Russian ......"

A large string of Dongba dialect that Tang Silk couldn't understand came out of He Xueyue's mouth.

Long, pathetic, melancholy, lingering, low and complaining, like crying and complaining. Although Tang Bo couldn't understand the meaning of the lyrics, he still felt these emotions from He Xueyue's singing.

Listening to this singing, Tang Bo instantly thought of a nation, and the singing voice of that nation was very similar to Xueyue's current singing. The tone is unrestrained and rugged.

That is the northwest of Lijiang, the focus of the Ancient Tea Horse Road, the Tibetans of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

In his previous life, Tang Bo had heard the singing of many Tibetan compatriots, which was similar to the singing voice of He Xueyue. It's so beautiful, too.

"yes, I see. That's it!" After listening to the song with Xue Yue, Tang Bo almost had a general idea of the traditional folk songs of the Naxi people. He waved his hand and whispered to He Xueyue in front of him.

"Hmm!" He Xueyue still bowed her head lightly so shyly, and slowly sat back in her original position, looking at Tang Bo in front of her.

"Hey, I'll give you this sheet of music! You can't read the sheet music. But you should understand the lyrics below. You go back and practice the song. When will you finish practicing this song, come to me again......" As he spoke, Tang Bo handed over the blank paper in his hand to He Xueyue.

"Ah!" He Xueyue was slightly stunned at first, then her eyes suddenly lit up and looked at Tang Bo in front of her, and nodded very excitedly.

"Hmm. I'll study hard. ”

Tang Bo looked at the excited and energetic girl in front of him, and couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, he really didn't know what could be so excited?

"That'...... I'm going to go first, go home, Teacher Tang Bo ......" He Xueyue looked at Tang Bo in front of him a little uncertainly, and asked softly.

"Huh, what do you call me?" Tang Bo didn't react for a moment, and looked at He Xueyue in front of him.

He Xueyue listened to Tang Bo's question, and spit out her tongue cutely, her cheeks were red, and she didn't respond to Tang Bo what?

"Okay, you go, you go. Practice hard...... Tang Bo couldn't understand the brain circuits of this young girl, maybe he was old! But he was already old at the age of 26? Tang Bo couldn't help but have doubts about his life.

As soon as Tang Bo sent away the little girl He Xueyue, Mu Yi, a bear child, suddenly pounced on Tang Bo's suspicions, and said to Tang Bo a little crookedly.

"Uncle Bo, your song is really good. Did you write it? ...... so powerful" Mu Yi still flashed his big dark eyes, looking at Tang Bo in front of him curiously.