knew that Zhang Huan wrote a song, but he couldn't hear it for the first time.

Everyone was itchy and uncomfortable, just like a cat scratching.

Fortunately, the Caiyun Cultural Tourism Bureau didn't make everyone wait long and released the song soon.

After all, now because of Zhang Huan and their reasons, the popularity of Caiyun, Dali and Lijiang is unprecedentedly high.

At this time, it is very suitable to launch, if you wait for people's passion to fade, I am afraid that the effect will not be so good.

Therefore, when Zhang Huan and the others arrived at Lugu Lake, the song "South of Caiyun" had already been sung all over the Internet.

South of the clouds The place to return

The fragrance of the past is fluttering in the wind

Butterfly Spring, singing is flowing

Lugu Lakeside heart is still rippling

After listening to the song, everyone had only one reaction, and that was: absolutely beautiful.

This song is different from all of Zhang Huan's previous song styles, the main thing is that there is a melodious, melodious and beautiful.

"Such a beautiful song, used to make a tourism promotion song for Caiyun is really suitable."

"This melodious feeling simply doesn't fit too well."

"I want to hear the opinions of mage fans now, how did you think that Zhang Huan was avoiding his edge before?"

"Compared to Zhang Huan, the mage's song is just a piece of."

Although Mage's fans are still stubborn, the data doesn't lie.

After the water army retreated, the mage's song was beaten back to the prototype, and it lost its popularity completely.

And Zhang Huan's "South of Caiyun", for a while, the entire Caiyun was broadcasting, and this was all spontaneous by people.

This made the mage even more unhappy, and secretly vowed to make Zhang Huan look good and to get his face back.

"Zhang Huan, you wait for me."

The mage clenched his fists, thinking about how to deal with Zhang Huan all the way.

As for Zhang Huan, the attention is not on him at all.

There are many ethnic minorities in Caiyun, and the Mosuo people are the majority in the Lugu Lake Scenic Area.

Strictly speaking, the Mosuo people actually belong to the Naxi people, which is a branch, but has a unique customs and culture.

For example, when it comes to it, many people will be very excited to get married.

Introducing these folk cultures, the main thing is Bingbing's work, and Zhang Huan and they are in the back to experience it.

After two days and one night of baptism in Tiger Leaping Gorge, I was busy for another day to record songs.

When they arrived at Lugu Lake, Zhang Huan's rhythm completely slowed down.

In addition to seeing the scenery and experiencing folk customs, it is to feel the wind blowing from the lake, as if returning to the shore of Erhai Lake.

Zhang Huan came out of the room and walked to the balcony, and saw the hot flute standing on the wooden bridge lying on the guardrail, looking into the distance.

At this time, the sun is setting in the west, and the sunset burns through the clouds, reflecting such a beautiful scenery of heaven and water, which is simply amazing.

Zhang Huan's heart moved, and he ran to the front desk and asked the boss, "Boss, do you have a sketchpad here?" ”

The boss shook his head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang Huan, I really don't have a drawing board." ”

After expressing regret, the boss followed up and asked, "Teacher Zhang Huan, what do you want to draw the board for, do you want to draw?" ”

Zhang Huan looked at the hot flute outside, "There is a beautiful picture, it's a pity not to draw it." ”

That being said, I can't do it without a drawing board.

"If not, forget it, let's just shoot it with your mobile phone."

He could only express regret, took out his mobile phone and prepared to go back to the balcony to take pictures of the hot flute.

The boss had an idea, "Teacher Zhang Huan, although I don't have a drawing board here, there is lacquer, and there are all kinds of colors." ”

"If you want to paint, just paint it on the wall of the inn, it's okay."

It doesn't matter, the boss is simply full of expectations, looking forward to Zhang Huan accepting this proposal.

Dali has two lucky peers, and there is a "Burrow Inscription" on the Tiger Leaping Gorge, but they have become pilgrimage places.

Zhang Huan used to write poems and essays, and if he could leave his paintings, it would be the only one.

Zhang Huan knew what the boss was looking forward to, but it didn't matter.

He didn't think about it this way before, and when he saw that the boss was looking forward to it, he thought it would be good to paint it on the wall.

This will increase your prestige and get rewards from the system, so why not.

"Alright then, I hope the boss doesn't bother me."

As soon as he agreed, the boss immediately went to find the paint and helped carry it directly to the balcony.

"No wonder, no wonder, Teacher Zhang Huan, you are free."

Seeing the boss like this, I was afraid that he would regret it.

In the live broadcast room, the audience was not calm again, "No, Zhang Huan can still paint?" ”

His literary attainments and musical attainments are no longer black, and this is already very subversive.

After all, he was a traffic artist with poor business ability before.

But now he tells everyone that in addition to music and poetry, he can even paint?

Isn't that too much, so talented?

In people's doubts, Zhang Huan has already painted.

The paint was used as oil paint and painted on a wall near the sea in the room on the left side of the inn.

Soon, the picture of the hot flute leaning on the bridge to look at the scenery, and the sea breeze blowing her long hair in the sunset jumped out.

Of course, Zhang Huan did not forget to add himself to it.

As it turned out, he didn't just draw, he did it very well.

After the painting was finished, it was not finished, and he followed it with two more lines of poetry.

You look at the scenery from the bridge

The person watching the scenery is watching you from upstairs

The bright moon decorates your window

You decorate someone else's dream

Finally, it will be completed.

At this time, the innkeeper was already so happy that he was about to go crazy, and he took photos and sent his hair scarf to the circle of friends.

"Teacher Zhang Huan, you are so good at drawing, and this poem is also very well written."

The innkeeper couldn't wait to shout a few times to express his excitement, and many viewers in the live broadcast room really felt bad.

"Damn, Zhang Huan really knows how to draw, this level is definitely a professional level."

"It's another poem at hand, tsk."

"Brothers, I don't feel good, how would she react if she let Hot Flute see this?"

"Which woman can stop it, Fat Di won't be thrown into Zhang Huan's arms again, right?"

"It's impossible, it's impossible, Fat Di said that he already has a boyfriend, and Zhang Huan is fighting with Bingbing now."

"Even if the hot flute is touched, Bingbing will definitely not let the two of them rekindle their old relationship."

When the audience was already hotly discussed, Xiao Sa and they had already sensed that something was wrong with the inn staff.

"Zhang Huan seems to have made some movement again, let's go, go and see."

When Xiao Sprinkle, Bingbing, Mage and Brother Ji came to the balcony, Hot Flute seemed to notice something.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Zhang Huan smiling at her on the balcony, and the paintings on the side came into view.

The audience, who was worried that she would be deceived by Zhang Huan again, almost gushed out a mouthful of old blood, ", Zhang Huan, you don't talk about martial arts." ”