Chapter 437 of the little lord is blazing

The power of milk wine is finally being revealed. It's not that Little Qiqi is confused in the past, and even the big braids are flying on his cheeks. Delicate as a camellia.

Bowl of mare's milk wine on the belly. The fat man did not dare to drink it again. Wine to half-full. It's just right. It's just that the fat man drinks a lot. He's "half-drunk". If it were put on people. Probably just slept.

Battle didn't drink any less than the fat man. Meng Hanzi is this temper. Do not accompany the guests. How can the master put down the wine.

But. His state is far inferior to that of Fat Qing. His eyes were already a little blurry. Burigood quietly stabbed twice behind the fat man: "Uncle." Still drinking?"

The little guy is quite caring. To Daddy drank it. So in turn persuade the fat man.

The fat man laughed: "There is milked mare's milk." Didn't drink dry wine. Big Brother Battle. Let's drink it tomorrow. ”

As soon as the words fell. There was only a commotion outside. Burigood went out to engrave. Then came back with a bitter face: "Grandpa." Uncle Sangkun, are they going to invite guests out for a drink?"

Bilig, nodding: "The enthusiasm of our Mongolians." It's like a campfire on the prairie. But that's for you young people. The old man didn't follow suit. ”

Wang Sanpao and the car boss waved their hands again and again: "Fatty." There you go. ”

The fat man took advantage of the excitement. Pull the hand with the braid wide. Say hello to Bilig first. Then it comes out of the yurt. The night of the steppe is equally enchanting. Innocence is like a hood buttoned down. No matter which direction. It's all dark. It is also dotted with shiny stars twinkling.

Prairie Stars. Exceptionally bright. Big pigtails look at the sky. couldn't help but whisper: "Stars in the sky." Bright and shiny. Long Tranquility ......"

The fat man's heart was tender, and he couldn't help but kiss her on the face. It feels hot.

A bonfire had been lit not far away. A large crowd of men and women gathered there. The noise echoed in the prairie night sky. The herders are very hospitable. In particular, Kiki actually brought a large white eagle. In their opinion. The fat man and his entourage became the most distinguished guests. If it weren't for Daddy Bilig's highest prestige, the fat man, they would have been sent to another yurt a long time ago. Right now. You can only welcome them with a fire dinner.

Battle also swayed out. Take the fat man's hand and walk to the fire. But. He stumbled a little. So much wine can't go up and down. A stout man greeted him, and he was the Sankun (meaning good man) that Burigud had just said: "Haha. The wind of the steppe sends guests from afar. Welcome!"

Subsequently. The fat man and the big pigtails were involuntarily pulled by a group of men and women to the campfire, and then the wine glasses and barbecue meat were stuffed into their hands.

Mongolian barbecue is also very authentic. It is especially fresh and tender, although the fat man is now full in his stomach. But it's still true. Of course. Wine doesn't delay either.

Sankun saw that Battle was drunk. I was secretly surprised. To know. Battle has one of the best drinks here, and this fat man can actually drink too much. Not really. Mongolian herdsmen have a habit: heroes are judged by the amount of alcohol, so this white and chubby guy originally didn't look very pleasing to the eye. Now I have won the respect of everyone. Especially seeing the fat man's toast to everyone. When those who still come do not refuse. Excitement is like a liquor poured into a fire. Immediately rejoice.

Put down your glass. Pick up the harp and strings. Sing, sing. Jump jump. Big pigtails are pulled by a group of girls. A cheerful and sassy Mongolian dance was performed. Although she won't when she drives it. But there is a strong shelf of wine. Nor - shy.

Mongolian dance is just the most playful. So it quickly jumped a little bit.

The fat man was secretly surprised: Is this still the usual quiet Xiaoyu?

Before he could figure it out. He was pulled by an arm that only had strength. Join the dancers. The fat man danced a little miserable. The hardware is too poor, but fortunately, most of those Mongolian men are also tigers. The fat man was fooled by this.

The fire is hot. With alcohol to ignite people's **. In the light of the fire. Red-faced faces. A body stretched out arbitrarily. Vent the joy of your heart.

The night breeze is blowing on the grassland. The fat man jumped for half an hour. Out of the sweat. Even the smell of alcohol seems to be swaying out. Everyone is tired of jumping. Take a break. Continue to drink wine and barbecue. The fat man pondered. Eat like this and jump a few laps. It's sure to make it until dawn.

Drink down. Suddenly, I heard the girls on the other side arguing. It turned out that they started the song. And as the only guest. Big braids are naturally pushed to the forefront.

The fat man couldn't help but scratch. Li pinched a handful of sweat for the big braid: Xiaoyu rarely sings, but it is definitely unreasonable not to sing in this posture.

So he hurriedly stood up: "Let's sing one of them together." It can be regarded as a thank you for the sincere hospitality of our friends. ”

Everyone applauded. Then, I saw the fat man walking in front of the big braid. Holding hands: "The fifteenth moon has risen into the sky." Why are there no clouds next to it. I'm waiting for the beautiful girl. Why haven't you come yet—"

This Ao Bao meets. It has been widely spread for a long time. At this moment. This is the case. It's all very appropriate. So the herdsmen next to them all clapped their hands in response. Yang's horse-head violin has been drifting into the depths of the grassland with the night wind. Fat man that broken

sounds. Drift in the night sky of the steppe. It sounds so different

Big pigtails are no strangers to this song. So just let go of your throat. The voice was as graceful as that of a lark: "If there is no rain in the sky." Begonia flowers will not be on their own. As long as you wait patiently, brother. Your sweetheart will come over and say—"

The two have a common heart. So the singing is a perfect match. Even they themselves couldn't have imagined that they could swing so well. It seems to be touching the scene. Singing and meeting on the grassland. It felt so different.

"Fat uncle. Sister Xiaoyu. So you sang so well. Kiki slept in the yurt. When he woke up, he pulled Qiqige and ran out with Burigood. Singing could be heard in the distance. See the fire. So I just ran over.

"Hey, hey. Of course, Uncle Fat has a good voice. Not to mention Sister Xiaoyu. The fat man and the pigtails sat back by the fire, hand in hand.

Kiki blinked. He smiled and said, "Uncle Fat bragging." I used to sing in the mountains. Didn't you summon the wolf? ”

The fat man listened. Also raw. Instead, he struck back: "Qiqi, you sing well." I'll give you one. ”

"If you come, it will be better than my uncle's singing. Of course. It's worse than the little sister. "The little guy didn't forget to praise the big pigtails by the way.

The herders know that Kiki is the little master of the white eagle. See her come and enjoy the light. Of course, they were all applauded and cheered even more enthusiastically.

The fat man is careful about the bottom of the strange. At most, I'll order a nursery rhyme or something. If you want to sing songs with Mongolian charm, I guess she still has to learn.

But odd a mouth. Zi was a little dumbfounded. The little guy purred in his mouth. It was actually sung in Mongolian.

At this moment, the herdsmen were boiling, and when they saw that Xiao Qiqi was a Han child. It was amazing to be able to sing in Mongolian. They all stood up. Slap Kiki to help.

Kiki's voice is crisp and sweet. Like a river on the steppe. It flows in everyone's heart. The more the fat man listened to the melody she sang, the more familiar it became. Finally, I slapped my thigh and remembered: the auspicious three treasures.

"The little guy is not bad. I guess it was when I was in kindergarten. Specially practiced this show. The fat man was also convinced, there was no more suitable song for Qiqi to sing.

Although Qiqi's pronunciation was inaccurate, the herders understood the gist of it. A good auspicious Three Treasures is the manifestation of the spirit of advocating nature of the grassland people. And it is expressed in the innocence peculiar to children.

Wait until Kiki finishes singing. Immediately he was picked up by those Mengda men. Throw it into the air one at a time. I'll throw it when you're done. It's like a relay.

Kiki "flew" in the air for a long time. That's when I stepped back on the grass. He took a piece of roast meat from Burigood. It's delicious.

The two herdsmen who led the fat man to them here during the day. He also talked about the scene of riding a horse during the day. Although he has spoken during the day. But everyone still listened and cheered.

Burigood was dumbfounded. He's twelve years old this year. He started riding horses at the age of eight. Now he's a veteran rider. I didn't expect this little girl to be more powerful than him.

Qi Qige smiled and sandwiched a piece of lamb loin for Qiqi: "Brother." Do you want to compete with Kiki?" the man can't back down at the critical moment. Břígood stood up: "Of course. We'll compete tomorrow morning. ”

"Brother Kitty. Unless you really put wings on. Otherwise, there is really no suspense. "Kiki really can't remember Břigood's name. simply call him Brother Kitty Hawk.

Burigood's face flushed. The stubbornness of the Mongols is shown in him: "No need to say big things. Do you dare to compare now!"

I heard that someone was going to race horses. To the little rider Břygood was provoked by the other side. The herders burst out laughing. The two people during the day did not forget to strike at Burigood: "Forget it. You can't outrun Kiki. "Burigood is small though. But as proud as his name is. He slapped his chest vigorously: "Swear in Tengger's name." Břígood must take on Kiki. ”

Gerry is a herdsman who believes in a high god. In the name of the swear. There is absolutely no room for change.

Jump over too. Out of the small slap. He smiled and high-fived Burigood. Burigood gave her three palms with a solemn expression. Then he sat down silently. Out of courtesy. He didn't throw his little guest here.

For the battle of anger between children. Grown-ups, of course, don't care. But. Drunk. Danced the dance. Finish. The most exciting thing is on the stage - Bock.

Battle was the first to rush to the empty one. Step by step. Like a sturdy eagle. Take a look at his movements. Everyone knows what to do. Mongolian wrestling. Dance from the beginning to the start. It's all imitating the eagle. As soon as I saw this stance. I knew we were going to have a poker match.

The fat man was holding a wine glass and watching. Ran was pulled up by a group of young men. Push him onto the field. Looks like. It's to ask him for an exhibition game first.

"What else is there for me?" the fat man scratched his head. Immediately, I became excited: I am also the wrestling king of the backing mountain. Who are you afraid of!