On the Hulunbuir grassland, the night breeze blows unscrupulously, shaking the grass, leaving and right the flowers, and the moonlight emitted by the bright moon is sprinkled on the crowd of people who are chatting and laughing around the bonfire, dancing and singing, one by one wearing gorgeous Mongolian clothes.

Even though the wind was unusually cold at night, the crowd did not show any discomfort.

Mo Feng, who was sitting not far from the bonfire, saw that everyone had finished dancing, and he could also sing, but for so many days, he didn't take out his guitar to sing, which made Qiqige's family forget that Mo Feng still had a guitar.

The prelude sounded melodiously, the song belonging to the grassland drifted up with the night breeze, drifted into everyone's ears, some tired people looked at Mo Feng with regret, and Qi Qige was a look of expectation, for a long time, I have not heard a real song, looking at Mo Feng holding the guitar, Qi Qige's already smiling face is more thorough and pleasant, even if there is a faint sadness in the heart.

"The wind of the grassland, the rain of the grassland, the sheep of the grassland, the flowers of the grassland, the water of the grassland, the girl of the grassland.

Ah Dolma

Dolmara, a girl on the prairie.

You have a flower name, beautiful girl Dolmara, you have a flower smile, beautiful girl Dolmara.

You are like a free bird, singing on the grassland, and you are like a colorful butterfly flying in spring, twinkling among the flowers. ”

Mo Feng changed the singing method of pop songs, and completely integrated the grassland singing tone into the song, the unique melodious tone of the grassland song, so that the night wind trembled, once upon a time Mo Feng sang without singing with a smile, but at this time the song "Zhuoma" is emerging a smile that can break through the shackles and tear the night, so that the moonlight in the sky and the starry sky are dimmed.

A group of people sitting around the bonfire listened carefully, regardless of men and women, young and old, they were all deeply integrated into Mo Feng's singing, and gradually some people hummed along, after all, there is no grassland people who can't sing this song.

"Ah Zhuoma, the Gesang flower on the grassland, you dedicate your song to the snow mountain, the snow mountain that raises you, you dedicate your song to the grassland, raise your grassland, ah Zhuoma"

More than a dozen people are singing loudly, singing for the fairy goddess in their hearts, the meaning of Zhuoma is the meaning of the fairy, but Mo Feng doesn't know this meaning, Mo Feng looked at Qiqige when he sang, looked at everyone, and performed affectionately everywhere.

Finally, Mo Feng finished singing, and the moving playing stopped immediately, and the wind didn't seem to be so strong at this time.

At this time, Qiqige stood up and walked to Mo Feng, who was sitting not far away, with a smile on his face, full of smiles.

Qiqige walked up to Mo Feng, stretched out his delicate palm to Mo Feng, and said with a smile: "Brother Mo Feng, the song is finished, let's dance." ”

"Huh? I won't. Mo Feng shook his head again and again while exclaiming, Mo Feng had never danced a Mongolian dance, and it was not a shame to be in front of so many people, so he quickly refused Qiqige's invitation.

When everyone saw Mo Feng's refusal, they coaxed: "Mo Feng, jump quickly, our Qiqige beauties have been invited, can you not dance?" ”

Of course, most of the people who coaxed were Qiqige's female friends, and those Mongolian men who got together all looked at Mo Feng with hostility, especially Tengger, who was sitting in the crowd, secretly clenched his fists and stared at Mo Feng fiercely, hoping that Mo Feng would refuse Qiqige, because it was difficult for Tengger to watch Mo Feng and Qiqige dance happily.

But it backfired, Mo Feng couldn't bear the cries of everyone, and with Qiqige's happy and expectant eyes, Mo Feng gently placed the guitar on the grass, and then stretched out his palm to Qiqige.

When Qiqige touched Mo Feng's palm, he trembled slightly, and then pulled Mo Feng up with force.

When everyone saw that Mo Feng was about to dance, they all cheered loudly, some of them had already hummed the tone of the Mongolian dance, and after Qiqi picked up Mo Feng, she let go of Mo Feng's palm and danced the more exciting dance of the Mongolian people, and at the same time motioned for Mo Feng to dance along.

And Mo Feng is okay to sing, dancing simply doesn't have any talent, but feeling the eyes of more than a dozen people, Mo Feng can't watch Qiqige dance like a wooden person, watching Qiqige wear a very good-looking Mongolian long skirt, although he didn't wear a Mongolian hat, but the appearance of the Mongolian atmosphere also made Mo Feng smile helplessly, and he danced like a robot.

Seeing Mo Fengdan's painful dance, everyone laughed, the Mongolian people were bold, some people began to eat and drink, and some people joined the dance group, all around today's protagonist.

Even if Mo Feng felt that he was making a fool of himself, but Mo Feng felt that he was happy, he hadn't been so happy for a long time, looking at a sincere smile, Mo Feng's heart was extraordinarily relaxed, no contempt, no scheming, no abuse, no accusation, maybe this is a paradise on earth, Mo Feng is satisfied with his luck.

But not everyone is particularly happy, there is always a special case of a lone person, this person is Tengger, who has been sitting by the bonfire and drinking stuffy wine, I don't know how much liquor has been in the stomach, and a glance at Mo Feng and Qiqige, who are dancing happily, is to take a big sip of wine, and then eat a bite of mutton, the delicious mutton is like the hateful Mo Feng, swallowing fiercely, but this can not vent Tengger's resentment that has accumulated for many days.

These days, Tengger can only watch Mo Feng and Qiqige laugh and play from a distance, and can only grit his teeth secretly, and he has completely suffocated his internal injuries.

Time passed in a flash, and by the time everyone began to actually drink, Tengger was already half drunk.

I saw Tengger holding a pot of wine, staggering to Mo Feng and Qiqige, and said to Mo Feng defiantly: "Mo Feng, let's fight the bar, how about it?" If you lose, give Kikige to me, and if I lose, I won't rob Kikige from you. ”

As soon as Tengger's words came out, everyone sitting around the bonfire was shocked, but after being surprised, they understood, after all, many people still knew that Tengger was interesting to Qiqige, and when they saw Tengger's hostility towards Mo Feng, everyone understood.

Everyone understood, even Kiqige's brother Batu understood, but Kikige didn't understand, and immediately stood up and said to Tengger, who was holding the wine jug, in confusion: "Tengger, what do you mean?" What do you mean to give it to you, am I something? What exactly do you mean? ”

When Qiqige questioned Tengger, Mo Feng set off a helpless tide in his heart, and he didn't know how to answer Tengger for a while