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Chapter 185 Dongbula once again wishes everyone a Happy Chinese New Year)

() Found the way home!

This open-air restaurant makes a simple meal. Chenfang ordered three cups of milk tea, two baked naan, a hand-pickle, several large skewers of yakitori and a plate of vegetable salad.

The food in Western Xinjiang is mainly meat-based. Roasted lamb, boiled lamb, and hand-grabbed lamb can be seen everywhere and it is very practical. The roasted lamb on an iron tag should be at least about two or three taels. For Chen Fang, who is used to a light diet, Qin Mohan will have to adapt for a while. Qin Ruoxi, who has never left Xijiang since childhood, said a piece of cake and a plate of vegetable salad. She picked two cherry tomatoes, mainly eating barbecue with naan. Chen Fang ate two bites of hand-grabbing rice and felt a little bit greasy, so she ordered another vegetable salad and Qin Mohan to eat vegetarian food.

After lunch, Qin Mohan and his sister leaned together for a nap. Chen Fang suddenly heard a sound of music coming from a distance. It was a musical instrument that was playing, with obvious sound of plucking the strings and finger joints hitting the speaker. It was full of rhythm. It should be an instrument that Chen Fang had never touched before.

Through sound and diving, it can be clearly identified that this instrument should have few strings, and the sound is mainly displayed through taste, which is quite challenging to the playing technique.

"Mo Han, listen, what kind of music is this." Chen Fang woke up Qin Mohan who was squinting.

"This should be the sound of Dong Bula." Qin Mohan followed Chen Fang's finger and saw a shop with Western Xinjiang specialty musical instruments hanging at the door. The sound came from this shop.

"Dongbula?" Chen Fang has heard of this instrument before, but has never been exposed to it: "Let's go and have a look." This is because Chen Fang has taken the initiative to lead the way in front of the Great Bazaar.

The store is about 40 or 50 square meters, and the walls are full of exotic musical instruments, some of which are known to the gods and some are not known to each other. There are two people in the store, one is a man and one is a woman, and the sound of the instruments is played by the girl sitting inside.

The man was an uncle in his fifties, probably the owner of the shop. He was wearing ethnic costumes, but he couldn't tell what ethnic group it was. He watched a few people come in, and greeted him with a smile and made a name: "Assarim."

"Aka, Sarimu." Qin Mohan, who followed in, bowed to the store owner.

Qin Mohan said to Chen Fang, who was somewhat puzzled, "This is an elder of the Kazakh people. It is generally called Akka. Salim means you in our Chinese." Then he said to the shop owner next to him, "Akka, I only know a few greetings, do you speak Chinese?"

The shop owner smiled and said, "When doing business in the Grand Bazaar, how can you not learn Mandarin? Welcome, you can call me Moussa." Although the tone is somewhat unique to the Western Xinjiang people, it can be clearly distinguished.

"Hello, uncle, I just heard a sound of a musical instrument playing. Can you show it to me?" Chen Fang asked.

Mousa greeted several people to sit down in the store and said to the girl who had just played: "Arnar, bring your Dongbula."

The girl was not old, about sixteen or seventeen years old, and handed the musical instrument in her hand to Qin Mohan sitting next to Shen Fang, and then Qin Mohan handed it over to Chen Fang.

This is a holly elliptical front of the speaker, the back is bulging like a scoop, and the piano rod is about 80 cm. The scale on it marks eight sound frets. The strings of two thin steel wires are connected from the top button to the lower half of the speaker. After striking and fiddling twice, the sound is crisp and bright. Hit the box with your hands, and the echo is deep, and it should be carved from a whole piece of pine or birch.

Chen Fang played Dongbula with the technique of playing guitar, and the sound made was a bit weird. The main reason was that Dongbula only had two strings, but the range was very wide.

When Musa saw Chen Fang's technique, he knew that he should have been in contact for the first time. He took a handful of the same motto from the wall and did not pull it down. He placed the piano diagonally in his arms, held the piano with his left hand and plucked it with his right hand. When pressing the string with his left hand, he often used his index finger and thumb, followed by the middle finger and ring finger. Little finger is rarely used. The right hand mainly used the middle finger and thumb, from top to bottom, one taste of the other taste is given to Chen Fang.

Chen Fang just now, because he did not master the taste arrangement of Dongbula, so he was unable to play a complete tune. Dongbula's taste is arranged in semitone order, and the tune is more convenient than the guitar. The more commonly used tunes are C, F, G, B, D. Chen Fang tried the notes a few more times, and then played a simple track under the surprised eyes of several people.

"Wow, you played the winter before?" Moussa asked in disbelief.

Chen Fang said: "No, this is the first time. The main reason is that I am familiar with guitar, ukulele, and Yanjing Sanxin. The principles of these playing instruments are similar. You will be able to explore it for a few seconds."

The little girl Anar couldn't help but exclaim: "You are such a genius. I have been studying for three years and I have only barely played simple repertoires. In this way, Aka often praises me."

"Little sister, it's mainly because I've learned guitar before." Chen Fang didn't mean to hit her, and did not tell her that she could master the instrument so quickly because she could accurately distinguish the range of sound.

Seeing Chen Fang mastered Dongbula's skills so quickly, Mousa said happily: "Let's play a song together."

"Okay. What song?"

Mousa took the composition that the girl had just practiced and put it in front of Chen Fang: "This song is adai, I'll do it first, you can take a look."

This song is very simple to compose. All you need is the hand speed and the coordination of left and right hands plucking and pressing the strings. When Musa played it for the second time, he could keep up with it.

The bright Dongbula music sounded, and Anar, wearing Kazakh costumes, couldn't help dancing to the music. Qin Mohan, who had studied ethnic dance, also stood up and twisted with Anar. Qin Ruoxi, who knew nothing, sat aside, biting the straw of milk tea, and stared angrily.

Music has always been a means to attract others' attention. In addition, there were two beauties dancing to the music. After a while, many tourists and passers-by were watching at the entrance of the store.

At the end of the song, Qin Mohan and Anar, dancing, looked at each other and smiled. At this time, a voice came from the crowd watching outside: "Momo, when did you come back?"

The owner of this voice is also a tall and beautiful beauty.

"Wow, Gu Xuan, are you back for the holiday too?" Qin Mohan, surprised, asked excitedly, holding Gu Xuan's hand.

"I just returned from Mauritius and I have no scenes to film in the past two days, so I came back to celebrate the festival with my parents." With Qin Mohan's introduction, Gu Xuan formed the role of Xiaozhuang in "Breakup Master". Before Liang Hui's "He Sheng Xiaomo" was completed, Deng Chao and Yu Baimei filmed other scenes first.

To be honest, Qin Mohan and Gu Xuan's appearance are already the top in the mainland, but in the Western Xinjiang, a gathering place for ethnic minorities, it is impossible to overwhelm everyone like those in the mainland. Many ethnic minorities here have white bloodlines, unusually fair skin, and three-dimensional facial features are deeper than Han people, with a kind of exotic beauty.

"This is my sister Ruoxi. This is my sister's good friend Gu Xuan!" Qin Mohan introduced her sister to Gu Xuan.

"Hello sister!"

"Hello, little beauty. She must be as beautiful as your sister when she grows up."

After Gu Xuan and Qin Mohan smiled and said hello, they took the initiative to say to Chen Fang beside him: "Hello, Boss Shen!"

"Hello, Gu Xuan." Chen Fang nodded: "You guys talk first, I'll buy a piano with the boss."

Musa was very excited about a foreigner who could master the instrument of Dongbula so quickly and insisted on giving Chen Fang a free hand. Chen Fang disagreed. In the end, when the two were quarreling, Qin Mohan used a delicately crafted Yingjisha knife he bought at noon as a gift to exchange Dongbula with the boss.

"The Kazakhs are the most welcoming nation in our Western Xinjiang. They believe that everything is outside of our body, and only the guests are the most important. They give you gifts and must be collected." After leaving the shop, he said goodbye to the enthusiastic Musa, Qin Mohan explained to Chen Fang.

When he left, Qin Mohan wanted to help Chen Fang get things. Chen Fang didn't give it to her, so he tidied it up for himself, holding it in his hands, and putting the wrapped Dongbuluo to Qin Ruoxi with curious face. He asked Qin Mohan, who was empty-handed, to leave Gu Xuan with her hands.

"Where are we going to play?" Gu Xuan looked at Chen Fang who held a bunch of shopping bags in both hands, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled: "It's only you, Qin Mohan, who can help you with so many things, that's the only one who can make Boss Shen willingly help you with so many things."

"This is what a man should do." Chen Fang said, looking at Qin Mohan who was a little embarrassed.

Gu Xuan pursed her lips and did not continue to say anything. Instead, she walked in front of Qin Mohan and talked about the fun things they had encountered recently.

The few people walked around for half an afternoon and did not have fun until after five o'clock. Knowing that Chen Fang and the other two were not driving, Gu Xuan showed an incredible expression and took the initiative to drive them home.

"Let's have a seat at home." Qin Mohan invited.

"No, I've been out for a long time today, and my parents are waiting at home. I'll go back first, and I'm calling you tomorrow." Gu Xuan declined.

"Okay, go back and drive slowly! We'll make an appointment tomorrow." Qin Mohan made a phone call gesture.
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