Chapter 170 He Should Go to the Spring Festival Gala
After leaving the Drum Tower, Zhou Xueyan went back to school. He couldn't sleep outside for two days, and he slept alone. That would be boring.
After that, I got together with the band members again. Most of the time I traveled alone. Except for a trip to the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, I spent the rest of the time wandering around Xi'an, and then watched a performance at Tang Furong Garden. There are so many performances in Xi'an. You can see people in ancient costumes, acting or playing music at various scenic spots anytime and anywhere.
There are often beauties wearing Hanfu passing by on the street. Those with cheerful expressions are mostly locals, and those with bright eyes and active expressions are mostly tourists.
When Chen Xing walked in the streets and alleys of Xi'an, he could also see some street performers playing guzheng, as well as elderly people singing Qin opera in major squares.
Han culture and Tang culture seem to be integrated into everyone in Xi'an.
However, the person Chen Xing met in Xi'an who he thought sang best was not a singer in a bar or an old man singing Qin opera in the square, but an elderly street performer who sang in a dialect of unknown southwest China. Artists, traditionally, refer to performing arts.
Street performers, that is, on the streets, whether singing, dancing, or showing off any of their talents. They use their talents in exchange for the expenses they need to make a living.
This is the old man Chen Xing saw.
Chen Xing saw him at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda when he walked out of the row of souvenir shops and was about to enter the garden. This old man was very common. He had the image of an old farmer in the countryside, with a messy white beard and a white
Straw hat.
The instrument in my hand seems to be a yueqin or something. The bottom of the instrument is round, but it is still a plucked instrument.
Because Chen Xing prefers ancient culture, he knows a little more about ancient musical instruments than the average person, but he doesn't know what the specific name of this instrument is. It may be called Yueqin, but there is another difference.
He didn't put anything on him, he just sat on the ground without caring about his appearance. He placed a small leather bag next to him with some change in it.
"The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the sun is high, and the wind is blowing so well~ The little boat came over and rocked all the way~ For the one I love, I got up so early~ No matter how far the road is, I am willing to work harder...
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The tune is that of "Do You Know", but the words are different.
As soon as Chen Xing heard him singing, he knew it was a traditional folk tune. Maybe you know that the composition of this song was borrowed from it?
There are many people watching, but Chen Xing feels that many people here may not understand what the old man is singing.
It is originally a dialect spoken in the southwestern region, and the voices of the elderly are not very loud.
His singing sounds like watching old mainland movies from decades ago and listening to the people singing in them. This should be considered a style, at least Chen Xing likes it very much.
Chen Xing continued to listen to the old man singing two or three songs, and then took out his mobile phone.
Ah this...
The old man didn't even put a payment code.
It's not Chen Xing's character to engage in prostitution for free. After listening to it for half an hour, he couldn't just give him nothing. The old man even looked at him and laughed several times.
Chen Xing quietly withdrew from the crowd and walked towards the small shop selling souvenirs.
There are two rows of souvenir huts here, each about the same size as a newsstand. Many of these huts sell Hanfu, for both adults and children, just outside the wall of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.
He came here and asked: "Boss, can you give me a hundred yuan in exchange?"
"Change change? Don't want to buy anything?"
"Can I exchange it if I don't buy it?"
"No, brother, please go to the side and ask again. Now we pay with mobile phones. Where can I find 100 yuan in change for you? Let's go, let's go."
"Would the whole amount be fine?"
"Can't change it, no!"
Chen Xing looked at the things in his store. They were all keychains and other accessories. Chen Xing really didn't need them. He rarely takes keys with him when he goes out now, and his time at home is relatively short, so he doesn't need these small accessories. After changing to a different store, Chen Xing asked again: "Boss, can you change some money? I want to give the old man singing over there some appreciation, but I really didn't bring any change."
This store sells musical instruments, and the owner is a middle-aged woman.
"Exchange for what? Whole money for change?"
"No, I will scan your WeChat account for 100 yuan, and you can just give me 100 yuan."
The eldest sister stuck her head out and looked outside. She had always heard a sound over there, but she couldn't hear it clearly. The location of her store was also difficult to see. Now she could only see an old man sitting on the ground in the crowd.<
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"Ouch, it's so cold." She said.
Chen Xing smiled and said: "Who says it's not the case? But he sings very well and is a skilled person."
"Oh, it's useless to have a craft, and you can't make money with an old craft. Okay, okay, just scan me, and give me ten yuan by the way, so we can do good things with you."
The eldest sister took out a hundred dollar bill from her pocket. She felt something was wrong and asked again: "Do you want a hundred dollar bill or a hundred dollar bill in change?"
"Anything is fine."
"You give me one hundred?"
"Yes."
She took out a hundred yuan note and a ten yuan note and handed them to Chen Xing and said, "Good boy, come to Auntie's shop later and Auntie will give you a discount."
"Thank you, aunt."
Chen Xing took the money back and put the two bills in the old man's wallet.
The old man saw a red note and looked up.
He rarely looked directly into the audience's face when singing, but he still had a deep memory of Chen Xing. He had looked at it several times before, but when he didn't see it, he came and gave me a hundred yuan?
"Thank you, thank you..."
"No, no, no, you can sing very well, and there is ten dollars here, which was given to me by the lady in the shop over there."
The old man sings beautifully, and the lyrics of the songs are deep. Chen Xing thinks that it is normal for such a person to make any amount of money.
Much more elegant than those who make hundreds or tens of millions by plagiarizing songs.
After leaving here, Chen Xing walked around the garden a few times, and when it was almost seven o'clock, he came out and walked to the square outside.
At this time, there are many people gathered here, whether locals or tourists... because the musical fountain is about to start.
The fountain of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda will spray four times a day.
Twelve o'clock, four o'clock, seven o'clock, nine o'clock.
In summer, the fountain at nine o'clock is the most beautiful, because it is completely dark at nine o'clock, and the lights in the fountain will look very bright and beautiful.
But it’s winter now, March hasn’t arrived yet, and it gets dark early, so there are a lot of people at this seven o’clock session.
When Chen Xing walked out, the lights on the Big Wild Goose Pagoda were already on. When he walked to the front of the square, which was the best place to watch the musical fountain, he found that there were all children in front of him.
Forget it, don’t squeeze with these children, they won’t affect your view anyway.
