Inside the yurt.

The system prompt suddenly sounds, and all the memories of the song are retrieved.

The song is sung by Phoenix Legend in the program "Classic Chants", and the lyrics are completely used in the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine".

After the show aired, the song was well-received.

The last time I got this kind of song was "I Wish People Were Long".

Lin Zhixing rubbed his face, feeling a little distressed at the moment.

The poem "I wish people a long time" has been contacted by the Chinese education department and is intended to be included in the teaching materials, and now it has obtained this equally invincible "Will Enter the Wine".

In the future, their sons and daughters will be annoyed by Chinese classes!

"Today, the teacher actually talked about the words written by my father......"

"It's annoying, it's my father's words tomorrow, it's so annoying, I have to recite it all!"

……

"Alas!"

Lin Zhixing sighed obediently, after all, he lived the way he hated the most, and he must not let them learn music if he has children in the future.

Because most of the music teaching materials are probably their own works.

"Oh, yes, here!"

The words of the hostess in the yurt interrupted Lin Zhixing's thoughts.

"You are worthy of being good at creating, you are the first singer who dares to challenge this yurt! Congratulations on winning the right to choose the order of the song competition! ”

Looking at the female host who gave a thumbs up, Lin Zhixing wanted to turn around and scold, "Which bastard pushed me in." ”

"Director Hao may have told you just now, before eating Mengcheng's special dishes, you need to answer our Mengcheng friends with poetry. If you lose, you have to make a small punishment and punish you for drinking mare's milk wine. ”

Lin Zhixing glanced at the special hand-handled meat on the table, he was really hungry at this time, and swallowed his saliva, "Okay, no problem." ”

"Introduce you!"

The hostess pointed to the three old men in masked clothes next to her and introduced: "They are the three famous talents in our Mengcheng. ”

"Mengcheng's talent is one stone, their three talents in Mengcheng have seven buckets, and the rest of them have three buckets......"

Lin Zhixing was speechless when he heard this introduction.

The program team is really good at playing, if they win, Mengcheng Qidou will be too goldless.

"What if I win? Should they be allowed to drink alcohol? ”

"Yes, we'll drink if we lose."

The three great talents of Mengcheng nodded and agreed, and the third child took the lead in the test: "There are three masters in one township and two miles, and they don't know the five classics and six arts, but they dare to teach seven, eight or nine sons, which is very bold." ”

When Lin Zhixing heard this exam question, he breathed a sigh of relief, this kind of pair is not too difficult, but it will take some time. After a moment of silence, he gave his answer.

"Ten years of cold windows borrowed all over the nine miles and eight towns, the broken seven feelings and six desires ran all over the world, and the three melons and two dates earned are hard to describe!"

After listening to this pair, the audience in the live broadcast room cried.

"I wiped my tears, oh yes, this pair is to observe my creation!"

"I didn't break the defense, I really didn't break the defense, woo woo woo woo ......"

Some netizens also followed suit and wrote their own answers.

"Ten years of hard work to earn 98,765 yuan, to the four seasons of bathing for three days and two nights once spent."

"Ten years of labor reform, sitting for nine years, eight months and seven days, the child is six years old, five months and four days, three points like Lao Wang, two points like his mother, not like me at all!"

……

"You've won!"

The third of the three talented men in Mengcheng gave a thumbs up and drank all the mare's milk wine in the cup.

The second of the three talented people then said his title, "In the drawing, the dragon does not groan and the tiger does not roar, and the little scholar is ridiculous!" ”

"It's so hard! It's not ranking, there's no regularity! ”

Not only Lin Zhixing was silent, but netizens were also silent after listening to this topic.

……

"Okay, it's been two minutes, and there's still one minute to go......"

"Thirty seconds to go......"

"Ten Seconds ......"

Lin Zhixing raised his hand to interrupt, and replied with a frown: "In the alley, men don't say anything and women don't speak, and they walk with one look!" ”

After listening to this pair, the audience in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.

"You just say it's right or not!"

"Six, the pair is to be the lower to the higher!"

"I'm lucky to watch the live broadcast, the official version will definitely be edited, hahaha!"

"I'll make up for it. In the bureau, men were crying and women were making trouble, and a group of policemen were laughing while writing. ”

……

"You've won!"

The second eldest of the three talented people drank the wine in the cup unwillingly, pointed to the table full of wine on the big table and said: "If this little brother can win against our eldest brother, we will drink all the wine on this table." ”

"Let's use wine as a poem, and make a poem that is better than mine within ten minutes!"

There is an example of the second child suffering a loss, and the eldest of the three talented people added a "quality" condition, pointing to the wine in the cup and chanting poetry.

"And borrow two taels of ink from the world, one or two succeed and one or two."

"Borrow a pot of wine from the world again, and drink half of the world's sorrows."

"I advise you not to worry about mundane things, and there are many good things with a clear conscience."

"Good!"

The hostess took the lead in applauding, and the audience in the live broadcast room also gave praise.

"It is worthy of being the boss of the three talented people in Mengcheng, the writing is very good, and it is a bit difficult to play more than this on the spot!"

"It's okay to have a long time, the ten-minute time limit is too short, it seems that Oh yes, this glass of wine is settled!"

"Don't judge with normal thinking, he is the man who wrote "I Wish People Were Long", everyone must believe him!"

……

That's it?

If it weren't for Lin Zhixing's inability to come up, he really didn't want to bombard mosquitoes with the cannon of "Will Enter Wine".

Ten minutes was still a long time, Lin Zhixing sat down at the small table and tasted the local characteristics of the hand-handled meat first.

"Is this a renunciation? Or do you think while eating? ”

"I don't feel like I'm eating at a faster pace, not like I have time to think."

……

With a minute left, Lin Zhixing wiped his oily hands and mouth, stood up from his seat, and chanted poetry as he walked.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon."

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone."

Each sentence took two steps, and at the sixth step, Lin Zhixing came to the table full of mare's milk wine, picked up a glass, and pointed with his finger.

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink."

After speaking, he drank the wine in the cup.

The three great talents of Mengcheng glanced at each other, and they were all dumbfounded, as soon as this verse came out, it was simply hit by dimensionality reduction, and there was no comparison at all.

The audience in the live broadcast room listened to this poem, and the barrage exploded directly.

"This poem is really amazing, bold and magnificent, and the words can be savored! Is this guy really a hexagonal warrior? ”

"Good guy, I just entered the live broadcast room, oh yes, six steps into a poem?"

"The three great talents of Mengcheng? It's just the threshold to see Oh yes! ”

……

After the recording, both waves walked out of the yurt.

"Quick, hold on to Mr. Wang Feng, don't fall!"

Mao Nan and Dong Chen held Wang Feng one by one, Wang Feng blushed like a monkey's buttocks, and shouted that he was not drunk and continued to drink.

The singers were all stunned when they looked at the people who came out of the yurt that Lin Zhixing entered.

I saw Lin Zhixing holding a toothpick in his mouth, without a trace of drunkenness. On the contrary, several Mengcheng men behind him were unsteady in walking.

"How did he do it......"

……

……

Under the starry night sky.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the vast grassland, illuminating the yurts that stood quietly. The singers sat around the bonfire, talking and laughing to record the night talk of "Singing the World".

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon."

Dong Chen looked at the moon and said loudly: "Brother Lin, this poem is really amazing, I am so excited that I want to sleep with you in my arms!" ”

All the singers laughed, and when they saw on the Internet that Lin Zhixing singled out the three great talents of Mengcheng today and created such excellent poems, they were all very admired.

Deng Xiaoyu pointed to his mobile phone and said, "I don't know if you have seen it, the group of people in the Writers' Association have praised this song on Weibo, and I hope that Brother Oh will write the full version as soon as possible!" ”

Lin Zhixing, as the person concerned, was not interested in their topic, and he was deeply attracted by the grassland at night at this moment.

Ulaanbaatar at night is more like a deep picture.

The endless grassland seems to have turned into a road that stretches into the distance, leading to the depths of dreams. The night breeze blows gently, with the breath of the grassland and the precipitation of history, which makes people intoxicated.

【Ding! 】

[Scenario has been triggered!] 】

[Congratulations to the host for winning the song "Night in Ulaanbaatar"!] 】

The system prompt suddenly sounds, and all the memories of the song are retrieved.

"Ulaanbaatar Nights" was originally sung by the smiling band of Montensil and was first sung in 1985. Later, the musician Zuo Xiao cursed and filled in the Chinese words and changed the name to "Night in Ulaanbaatar".

This song has become popular all over the Internet, and many singers have covered this song. Lin Zhixing prefers the versions of "Tan Weiwei" and "Danzheng Mother and Son".

Tan Weiwei's version is a kind of intense longing, which hits the heart and brings tears to people's eyes. Danzheng's mother-son version is a kind of later nostalgia, as if talking to relatives in heaven, relieved and nostalgic, and making people feel peaceful.

In this situation, you can get this song.

Lin Zhixing felt very lucky, and couldn't help but hum softly.

Although Wang Feng, who was sitting next to him, slept for a few hours after being drunk, he didn't completely sober up, and when he saw Lin Zhixing humming a song in his mouth, he suddenly had the idea to make him embarrassed.

"Everyone's voice is quieter, Kobayashi is creating now!"

Wang Feng's sudden voice made everyone quiet instantly, and their eyes were all on Lin Zhixing's body.

"You...... What a loss to you! ”

Lin Zhixing glanced at Wang Feng, scolded the street in his heart, and he admired the night view to provoke you.

Wang Feng asked with a smile: "Xiaolin, I guessed right, right?" In this situation, you are inspired again, right? ”

Okay, okay, let's have a paragraph you want to see!

Lin Zhixing patted Dong Chen beside him and pointed to the RV behind him, "Help me get the guitar!" ”

"Wow, you're really improvising?"

Seeing that there was another song to listen to, the audience in the live broadcast room was very excited.

After two minutes, Dong Chen ran out of the RV and handed the guitar in his hand to Lin Zhixing.

Everyone's eyes converged on him, and even Wang Feng was a little sober, curious about his improvisation ability.

I saw Lin Zhixing unhurriedly plucking the strings to tune, and he with an absolute sense of tone, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a humanoid tuner.

After adjusting the strings, Lin Zhixing played a few chords with his memory, then looked at the picture scroll of the night, and slowly sang.

"Walk slowly through the wind of the wilderness"

"I tell you with silence that I'm drunk"

"The night in Ulaanbaatar is so quiet and so quiet"

"I can't even hear the wind, I can't hear it"

In this night, Lin Zhixing's singing emotions flow quietly like a trickling river, and you can feel the faint sadness in the song.

The word "admiration" was written on the faces of the singers.

The lyrics all contain "Ulaanbaatar Night", which is undoubtedly improvised!

With only four lyrics, Wang Feng instantly sobered up, and he gave him the opportunity to pretend to be forced in front of the camera, his own broken mouth!

"Is Ringo's improvisation so good?"

Deng Xiaoyu and Mao Nan were full of admiration, and like a fan brother and sister, they took out their mobile phones and started recording.

Although Lin Zhixing's folk singing is not A-level, with the crazy improvement of singing emotions at this stage, the level has made a qualitative leap.

The audience in the live broadcast room was moved by the song, and the barrage received rave reviews.

"The most original, the most real, the sound that hits the heart! Healing, Baptism, Thoughts ......"

"This pure voice is washing my heart full of greed and hatred and materialism!"

"This song makes me feel that the song should be like this, there is no technique, only comfort, very calm, it feels like sleeping on the grassland, and the wind blows through the ears."

……

"Drift to the clouds in the sky, you go slowly"

"I tell you by running that I don't look back"

"The night in Ulaanbaatar is so close"

"I don't even know the clouds, I don't know"

The singers sitting around the bonfire clapped their hands along with the song, and before they knew it, they were part of it.

Lin Zhixing pressed the strings at the right time, and the sound stopped abruptly.

This feeling of unfulfilled is overwhelming, and excellent songs drive the emotions of the audience.

"On the night of Ulaanbaatar, Huaguo has been lost for more than 100 years, alas!"

"This song makes me miss my mother, I'm 34, my mother is 23, and I should be married."

"When I finish paying off my debts, I must go to the grassland, sit there in the dead of night, and tell all the grievances of the past few years!"

……

"Good!"

"Brother Lin, you are so cool, you are an example for us to learn from!"

The singers applauded Lin Zhixing's singing just now.

They feel a little ashamed at the moment, they are also singers, they are chatting about their own work, and other people's songs have been created, no wonder the status gap is getting farther and farther.

"What's the name of this song?"

"Let's call it 'Ulaanbaatar Nights'!"

Wang Feng changed his way of thinking, and suddenly he was glad that he had just given Lin Zhixing the opportunity to show his face.

After this song is used, he will have more than half of his chances tomorrow, otherwise as soon as this hometown song with a strong flavor comes out, the audience in Mengcheng will vote for him again.

"Pigeons!"

Lin Zhixing suddenly wanted to take a walk, got up and patted Song Ge on the shoulder.

The two left the camera, Lin Zhixing took Song Ge's hand and strolled on the grassland, enjoying the quiet night and romantic atmosphere.

(End of chapter)