After singing another song, Kong Qianqian couldn't wait to turn her head and look at Jiang Beiran. Just as she was about to speak, she said "ouch" again and looked at her senior sister in aggrieved manner.
Closing the book, Jiang Beiran nodded and said, "Miss Qianqian, your voice is actually more suitable for another genre. You can try listening to it."
After Jiang Beiran finished speaking, he sang a short section of "Sanli Mei" in a falsetto voice. As soon as he finished singing, Kong Qianqian stood up and applauded at the risk of thigh pain: "It sounds good, it sounds good. Brother Jiang, please sing the whole part."
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Kong Qianqian tightened her thigh muscles as soon as she finished speaking, but the pain she imagined did not come.
So he turned around and asked Mu Yao: "Senior sister, why didn't you pinch me this time?"
Mu Yao, who was pretending to close her eyes and concentrate, just wanted to stand up and strangle Kong Qianqian to death. She was so talkative!
Seeing Mu Yao's expression of almost suffocating herself to death, Jiang Beiran couldn't help laughing and said, "Miss Mu also likes to listen to music on weekdays?"
"It's just a matter of killing time, not a hobby."
After listening to this, Kong Qianqian immediately said: "Senior sister, didn't you say that among your three major hobbies in life, listening to music ranks third... ouch!"
'Just being willing to carry this living treasure around is enough life. Mu Yao really likes listening to music, right...'
"Qianqian, if you talk nonsense again, I will pull out your tongue!" Mu Yao said viciously.
"Yes..." After Kong Qianqian finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Beiran and said, "Brother Jiang, what genre did you just say?"
"This one is called Cheng style. It is a kind of implicit, deep and graceful singing style. It is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. It is very suitable for you."
"Then...can you teach me?"
Kong Qianqian asked with a flattering look on his face, and the expectant light in his eyes reminded Jiang Beiran of Mo Xia, who was holding the chessboard and looking at him.
"I can't just teach you this, it's all passed down from my ancestors."
"I am willing to become your teacher!" Kong Qianqian said and was about to kneel on the ground.
"No, no, no, no." Jiang Beiran supported Kong Qianqian, "I don't accept disciples easily."
Upon hearing this, Kong Qianqian quickly begged: "Brother Jiang, just accept me, please."
"Well..." Jiang Beiran thought for a moment and said, "Let's see how you behave next. You stand up first."
"Yes." Kong Qianqian immediately stood up straight.
"When it comes to singing, your voice generally needs to be clear, crisp, round, smooth, sweet, bright, and clear. You are good at this, but you need to improve on the rest."
"Clear...crisp...wait a moment, Mr. Jiang, please wait a moment." After Kong Qianqian finished speaking, he quickly shook Mu Yao and asked, "Senior sister, do you want to lend me a pen and paper?"
Mu Yao, who was shaken twice, had veins popping out on her forehead. She spat out two words from between her teeth: "No!"
"I have it here, give it to you." Jiang Beiran took out a pen and paper from the Qiankun Ring and handed it to Mu Yao.
"Thank you, sir." Taking Jiang Beiran's pen and paper, Kong Qianqian wrote down the words "Qing" and "Jing" seriously, and then her brain began to run out of capacity.
"The back is round, moist, sweet and bright."
"Thank you sir." Kong Qianqian said and wrote down the four words.
"Well, you sing two more songs and I'll listen to what your problem is."
"OK!"
At noon, the Min Niu cart suddenly stopped. A Niu, the driver, opened his curtain and said, "This girl sings so well. I feel energetic all the way while driving."
Kong Qianqian, who was praised, smiled shyly, waved her hands and said, "I don't sing well, I made you laugh."
At this time, Jiang Beiran asked: "Brother A Niu, why did you stop the car suddenly?"
"Oh, we happened to be driving to a small stream. I saw a nice scenery and wanted to ask if you would like to make a fire and cook food here."
"That's fine." Jiang Beiran nodded, looked at the other two people and said, "Are you hungry?"
Kong Qianqian, who had been singing all morning, immediately responded: "Well, let's eat, I'm already hungry." Then she grabbed Mu Yao and walked out of the car.
After getting out of the car, Jiang Beiran took a deep breath. The scenery here is really good. The golden sunlight reflected in the creek is really beautiful.
After arriving in Xuanlong Continent, Jiang Beiran was indeed overwhelmed by all kinds of beautiful scenery.
In the past, Jiang Beiran always felt that in modern society with human governance, the environment should be considered quite good. After all, the scenic spots were cleaned and managed.
But after arriving here, Jiang Beiran found that although the countryside was as dirty and messy as he imagined, the mud roads would sink in if he stepped on them, and all kinds of cow dung were spread on the ground. When the harvest was poor, they could be found everywhere on the roadside.
I saw the bodies of dead people on machines.
But where there are no people, there are indeed beautiful mountains and clear waters, blue sky and white clouds, and the forest is full of life.
While Jiang Beiran was admiring the flowing stream, Kong Qianqian had already taken out pots and pans from the Qiankun Ring, and even built a stove.
After getting some water from the creek, Kong Qianqian shouted to Jiang Beiran: "Sir, what dishes do you want to order? I brought a lot of delicious food."
'This Qianqian is really well-educated...'
Jiang Beiran, who understood more and more why Mu Yao was unwilling to throw Kong Qianqian out of the car even if she agreed to listen to him, smiled at her and said, "You can just eat by yourself. I'm going to eat by myself."
"Sir, you're welcome, I..."
"Qianqian!" Mu Yao shouted at this time, "Who asked you to invite him."
"Oh..." Kong Qianqian was reprimanded and had to choose the vegetables first.
After admiring the scenery, Jiang Beiran also chose a place to set up a fire and took out pots and pans from the Qiankun Ring.
Kong Qianqian, who had been secretly observing Jiang Beiran, shouted: "Sir, do you also like to cook by yourself?"
After hearing this, Jiang Beiran nodded towards Kong Qianqian.
Mu Yao, who was sitting on a small bench, glanced towards Jiang Beiran and couldn't help but think.
'Hmph, show off, I'll make you hungry with the dishes made by Qianqian later.'
Putting the marinated pork on the chopping board, Jiang Beiran was thinking about what side dishes to make today when he suddenly heard Min Niu say: "The grass here is really tender, not bad."
Jiang Beiran couldn't help but smile after hearing this, took out a bulging cloth bag from the Qiankun Ring and walked over.
Seeing Jiang Beiran, who was preparing to eat just now, suddenly walking towards him, Min Niu took a step back with a "moo" sound.
But in Jiang Beiran's ears, this "moo" turned into "Come here again and I will kill you!"
Making a gesture to Min Niu to calm him down, Jiang Beiran opened the bag and let the smell inside come out.
“What a delicious thing this is!”
Min Niu shook his tail and looked at Jiang Beiran with some hesitation.
Jiang Bei slowly walked up to it, knelt down and poured out the contents of the bag.
"Eat."
Min Niu came up and smelled it, and immediately started to eat it hungrily.
A Niu on the side said in surprise: "Master, what did you give him to eat? This cow is usually very picky and won't eat anything except tender grass. This is the first time I've seen him eat anything else."
Jiang Beiran smiled and replied: "It's just some grains."