Perhaps it is because there are many ethnic minorities in southern Yunnan, and there are also many folk songs passed down, which even Tianfu can't keep up with. After so many years, until he left Tianfu this time, Han Qi had never heard of any Tianfu folk songs.
In this case, can I sing the song I wrote?
After all, it’s a new song. In this situation... it’s not appropriate, right?
Han Qi quickly picked one.
This song is called Tianya. It is actually a Tibetan song, but the tune is very good. Songs with this style are very popular among parents and grandparents. This is what Han Qi learned from others when he was in Tibet.
However, Han Qi does not know Tibetan and can only sing in Chinese.
"The Himalayas, the tops of the cloudy mountains. The rivers are as bright as mirrors, reflecting the bitter, spicy, sour and sweet..."
"Stop, stop, stop, what are you singing? It's so corny..."
It was still the beginning, and there were only five lines sung in total. Zhang Nianze stopped the song before the chorus even came.
The person he called was so sarcastic by his junior, Zhang Sibing also became angry and cursed: "How do you have the right to speak here? Do what you should do, Xiao Han, don't be the same as him, this song is okay, let's
Let’s settle it.”
Han Qi nodded, and then asked Zhang Nianze, who looked dissatisfied.
"What song do you think is better?"
"It's up to you." He turned around and walked away, thinking...it would be better if you stop singing and leave quickly.
Zhang Nianze really thinks that Han Qi is a liar. When the family was chatting last night, my uncle mentioned this person. He is just a street singer. He has never been on TV or even has any works on the Internet. He only paid 50,000 yuan to sing.
How many songs?
Dad only spent 100,000 yuan on finding serious professional singers.
No matter how good a street singer sings, how good can he sound?
Fifty thousand yuan?
It’s a little too easy to get the money.
After walking far away, he sat and watched people putting customized wallpapers on the walls, holding his chin with one hand in a daze... During the holiday, he asked his school girl to come to southern Yunnan to play, but he didn't agree. Now he is chasing one
Why is it so difficult for girls?
How about I go find her some other time?
"I love this mountain. The beautiful road. Hidden on the Dahei Mountain are the green shoots of hope..."
Zhang Nianze put down his hand and looked at the place where the sound came from.
What song is this that he sang?
The voice is pretty nice, and I haven’t heard the song before... No, no matter how nice it sounds, you can’t pay him tens of thousands of dollars, right?
He is just a street singer, why should he be!!
When he thought of Han Qi's identity as a street singer, Zhang Nianze subconsciously ignored Han Qi's singing and felt itchy with hatred.
It was only in the past few years that his family started to become prosperous. His living expenses for a month in college were only 3,000 yuan. This man, who looked about the same age as himself, actually made 50,000 yuan a day!
As soon as the hatred passed, Zhang Nianze's ears perked up again.
It sounds really nice.
The people who came here to rehearse today were not only Han Qi, but also tomorrow’s host. Han Qi sang for two hours and decided on a few songs that he would sing tomorrow. In addition to a few songs on the market, Han Qi also wrote some of his own songs.
Flowers of Sichuan and Yunnan were put in.
The copyrights of both songs have been released, but the quality of the song given by the system was too high. Han Qi was a little reluctant to sing it just like this in a random place.
Written by myself...
Han Qi himself felt that it was just average, not as good as the best but more than the worst, so he had no reluctance to part with it.
But I’d better get up early tomorrow, record a video and post the song online first.
After most of the process was familiar, the people who came here gradually dispersed. Zhang Sibing took Han Qi and the host to a self-service hotpot for dinner before letting them go. Even though Zhang Sibing looked gentle and elegant, he had a really strong drinking capacity. He drank most of it by himself.
pieces of beer.
"Xiao Han, Nian Ze was not very sensible today. I apologized to you, but it was all in the wine."
Han Qi raised his glass with a red face and drank all the beer in it... To be honest, Han Qi had never drank so much beer in his life. His former friends all knew his drinking capacity and would never drink too much.
This is already the fourth bottle today.
It was almost early in the morning when Han Qi was sent to the hotel. At this time, his consciousness was almost blurred. He always felt that as soon as he closed his eyes, his body could automatically walk ten meters or do other things.
But it’s okay, it’s time to go to bed.
The person who sent Han Qi back was Zhang Sibing's assistant, or secretary. He was a man in his thirties anyway. Han Qi didn't remember his name. He only remembered that it was the same surname as his.
Without even bothering to wash up, Han Qi fell on the bed and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, he woke up to go to the bathroom. I don't know when the next day, the sun shone on Han Qi's face without giving any dignity. The strong light made Han Qi's sleepiness disappear, and he yawned with his right hand in front of his eyes.
He kicked his legs and sat up.
"Where is this?"
Han Qi closed his eyes again and again, feeling like his head was full of mush.
By the way, I drank wine yesterday.
At this time, thinking about what happened last night, Han Qi could only remember that he drank with Zhang Sibing, and forgot all other details. The main reason was that he had a headache. Every time he drank, he had a high probability of winning such a prize.
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I still have to record a song today.
When she got up, she looked at the thermos pot, but there was no water in it. Han Qi went to get some water to boil, and then sat on the wicker chair on the balcony in a daze.
The room in this hotel is very nice, much better than the hotel he stayed in when he first came to this county.
This daze lasted for half an hour. Han Qi poured himself a glass of water, then found a box of ibuprofen in the suitcase and took a pill... In fact, it was no longer as painful as when he got up, but Han Qi
I feel like I should get better faster if I take medicine.
Then while taking a shower, I thought about where to record the song.
There is no arrangement for this song "Flower of Sichuan and Yunnan". Now you can just play the chords on the guitar and sing it by yourself. It is a folk song anyway, and it doesn't need to be anything complicated.
However, Han Qi thought about it for a long time and never thought that there was any suitable place in Yanjin where he could record the video.
It is better to stay in a hotel in the park. At least this hotel looks quite high-end. It is probably a three or four-star hotel in a big city.
I put my hands in my hands and thought about it on the balcony for a long time, and then made up my mind: "I'll sing it in the hotel."
Put the phone on the seat, turn on the recording and point it at the bed, then Han Qi came to the bed and sat down... He was still wearing pajamas now. He originally wanted to wear something more formal, but in the end he found that wearing sleepwear was quite suitable in this environment.
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"Hello everyone, my name is Han Qi. I came to Yanjin in southern Yunnan today. This city really gave me a big surprise. I won't tell you now. I will make another one when I have enough fun.
I’ll send you the same video as the previous vlog.”
"I wrote two songs on the road before. Let me share one with you first."
Han Qi took a deep breath, relaxed, and started singing directly.
"A mountain is divided into four seasons, and the sky is different for ten miles. The fragrance of flowers dances in the world, and the fruits are plentiful and sweet..."
