Chapter 155 Antiphonal Song

It was midsummer and the sun was shining.

Li Qian drove his off-road vehicle and headed south alone.

It was hot, dry heat, and the sun shone vertically through the windshield, almost unobstructed.

Li Qian lowered the two front windows of the car, opened his arms, wore sunglasses, and let the hot wind blow his body unscrupulously. He still couldn't help sweating, and then the sweat would be quickly absorbed by the sun and the wind. Evaporated—this is the state, when he drove out in the morning, less than ten minutes later, he was already sticky and uncomfortable.

But after half a month of going out alone, he has gotten used to such an uncomfortable state.

The provincial road is fairly flat, and it is summer. Even the hillsides in northern Shaanxi feel a little lush. Although the wind is still strong, it is even stronger when driving with a car, but the dust in the wind is the same as winter and spring. Compared with the season, it is much smaller.

The stereo in the car was turned on quite loudly, and it was playing "Driving Pigs West" by the Flying Band, an album that Li Qian loved very much.

From time to time on the road, there will be a car coming head-on, and the moment the two cars meet, the driver of the other side will often not be able to help but look this way - Li Qian is so excited, his voice is even louder than the sound of the stereo .

"When I was old and had no one to rely on, the sun seemed to be fucking leaving me. I huddled in the corner without saying a word. In the flower field over there, the girl I loved and I used to roll around. go……"

"When you get old, wrinkles accumulate, and even your teeth leave you one by one, you are no longer beautiful, your body is hunched, and you gradually feel that life is meaningless, should we go west together..."

On both sides of the provincial road, there are hillsides.

Some hillsides look green, so they should be planted with millet? Well, or overgrown with grass.

The sky is high and the clouds are light.

On such a Loess Plateau, on such a hot day, a speed of 50 miles per hour is enough to make a person traveling alone feel extremely excited.

Suddenly, between the end of one song and the start of another, Li Qian seemed to hear something, and then he subconsciously closed the accelerator to reduce the wind noise and tire noise, and then pressed the button Press the play pause button.

As soon as the speed of the car slowed down, a fluttering singing sound floated into the ears along the wind.

"The last one, that slope, that slope, oh, oh, the next one, that beam, that little sister I can't see, ouch, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."

The singing is swaying and piercing to the bone.

Li Qian subconsciously stepped on the clutch, took off the gear, and stepped on the brakes.

The car stopped slowly on the side of the road.

The singing voice floated melodiously, not to mention a good one, but a broken voice that was very wild and full of flavor.

Just listening to the voice, this person should be over forty years old.

Li Qian put one arm on the car window and listened attentively.

But the singing stopped very quickly. Li Qianzhi was stunned, and vaguely heard someone shouting and a dog barking. After a while, the singing sounded again, "Where do people think of that place, ouch?" Hey, I thought about it, I can't let go of that kiss, hey, hey, run to the one at home..."

Li Qian was smiling, with his right hand twirling his chin.

He has good eyesight. When he looked up at this time, he could see a hillside not far away. On the hillside, he could see a flock of sheep. On the outer edge of the flock, there seemed to be a big dog with the same color as the hillside. .

Of course, looking close, walking far away, looking at the mountains and running dead horses is not a joke.

He turned his head and looked down the hill, and he could see a small dirt road not far ahead, so he restarted the car, bumped and swayed along the dirt road all the way to the bottom of the hill, then stopped the car and raised the windows After that, he took out the key and closed the door to get out of the car.

Climbing up the hillside, it took only two minutes to get close to the sheep.

The big yellow dog saw a stranger approaching, and immediately got up, whining and barking in this direction.

Li Qian stopped and shouted to the top of the mountain in bad Shaanxi dialect: "Brother, do you look like a dog..."

After a while, someone on the top of the mountain stood up and looked down, and yelled, the big yellow dog turned around and ran up the slope, looking back at Li Qian while running.

Li Qian ignored it and walked towards the top of the mountain.

There were three people on the top of the mountain, two were older, and the other was younger, estimated to be in his twenties. All three of them were wrapped in sheep's belly handkerchiefs, and they looked like villagers from the vicinity.

Moreover, you can tell by looking at the flocks around them that they are grazing sheep here.

Li Qian went up to get close, took out the local cigarettes that he always had on his body, and smoked one for each of them first, and then sat down casually on the hillside, chatting with others in his crappy local dialect.

For the locals, especially when they are herding sheep, singing a few voices is originally for leisure and entertainment. he sings.

The song "Up a Beam and Down a Slope" just now was sung by an old man in his forties. Hearing Li Qian kept praising him for singing well, the old man smiled shyly, and while smoking a cigarette, he fiddled with himself. Pot under the eyes, at the same time, he sang a folk tune that even Li Qian had never heard in his previous life, not to mention, it was very charming.

After singing, the old man pointed to the young man next to him and said, "You can't sing well. You little old man wants to listen to the song. Ask him to sing for you. This young man can sing well!"

Li Qian looked at the young man, and the young man was not shy, he opened his mouth and sang two verses. Sure enough, not only did he have a better voice, but he also sang very tastefully.

After Li Qian finished listening, he continued to smoke and let others sing.

But this time he quit, so he asked Li Qian where he came from, why did he insist on listening to music?

Li Qian calmed down and chatted with others first, saying that he is engaged in music work, this time he came down to collect music, and bragged that he wanted to promote the folk songs of these places in China to the world.

When people heard what he said and spread it to the whole world, they were very calm. They didn't know what the concept was that the whole world listened to the sour songs of northern Shaanxi. They were very interested in Li Qian's music work, so they kept asking.

What do you do?

I was in charge of composing lyrics and thinking up tunes for those singers, and they took my lyrics and tunes to sing, recorded them as tapes and sold them!

How much do you earn a month?

A month...about three thousand yuan, my income is relatively low.

Hey, then you earn a lot. There are also people in Emen village who go out to work, and it’s only about 1,000 yuan a month, and some of them are less than. Or you city people will make money!

... ... ...

I have to say that the topic of making money is really a topic for the whole people. Once we talk about it, there will be many topics. Along the way, a few people sat at the bottom of the mountain and clicked a windy place, and they pulled for more than half an hour without knowing it.

As a result, while chatting, Li Qian asked others to sing, and the old man who started singing said, "You earn money by singing, and you must sing better than us, so you sing a part too."

Li Qian was not that shy person either, so he really sang to them: "That mule who walked away..."

Li Qian's voice is in good condition, at least not worse than that young man, and his breath has been practiced for more than a year, which can be regarded as the first effect, but to be honest, he is singing now, but he sings well, in his own opinion , Singing by myself seems to lack a certain taste-the so-called taste can also be interpreted as something like recognition, in short, the emotion in the voice is not full enough, not touching enough.

As a matter of fact, this time he drove around, first in the prairie and then in the Loess Plateau. The so-called gathering must also have this purpose, but the main reason is that he wants to communicate with those folks who have no professional training or even The singing masters who are not even good in voice, but can sing into people's hearts, have more contacts and exchanges, and want to find the most unique and touching voice for their voices.

The Mongolian long tune and Matouqin on the prairie, the simple and natural high notes of the original ecology, gave Li Qian a lot of inspiration and touch, but just those are not enough, so Li Qian still has to go on.

Of course, when it comes to singing skills alone, Li Qian is still very good. After all, he has been singing for more than 20 years! Although I haven't received much professional training, I have learned and mastered a lot of orthodox singing skills from what I have heard and seen. In addition to those that I sing and ponder on weekdays, once I open my voice and sing, it still sounds good.

Sure enough, after Li Qian sang "The Spirit of Animals", several people nodded their heads one after another. The old man who attracted Li Qian to him by singing at the beginning said: "You little old man can sing well, and this song is also good. You fake?"

In the history of the time and space that Li Qian once experienced, the song "The Spirit of Animals" seems to have been born not long after the founding of the People's Republic of China, but obviously, in this time and space, there is no such work, so of course Li Qian is the first Someone who sings it.

Li Qian now has a thick skin, so he nodded without hesitation and said, "I made it up myself, how do you guys listen?"

All three spoke well.

At this time, there happened to be a few girls riding bicycles down the hillside. Five girls, three bicycles, wearing red and green clothes, heard a new song that had never been heard from the hillside. Not far away, they stopped their cars and stood at the bottom of the hillside to finish listening to the song. On the top of the hill, Li Qian was chatting with a few people, and the girls at the bottom urged the first girl in red short sleeves, "Yang Jinye , you sing too, sing it to him!"

The girl refused at first, blushing, but immediately, a savage girl raised her head and shouted: "That man, you can't sing, let Yang Jinye sing for you, listen to me!" Good!"

The people on the top of the mountain looked down, and the girls on the bottom of the mountain were laughing and joking, pushing the girl in red, "Yang Jinye, do you want to sing? Sing it for him!"

The little girl named Yang Jinye continued to hold on to the handlebar of the bicycle, and began to sing crisply: "The first month (Gerry) is the first month, the first month (which) is fifteen, hang up the red light. Whichever red light is on, the big one will come. Outside the door, just wait for your five, that brother and brother come to work, ouch, oh, oh, oh..."

She sang really well.

Li Qian stood on the top of the mountain and looked down in surprise.

On the hillside, a few men from northern Shaanxi, wearing sheep belly handkerchiefs, laughed and listened.

When the girl at the bottom of the mountain finished singing, Li Qian couldn't help shouting: "Good singing!" But he was so excited that he even forgot his poor Shanbei dialect.

An old man said: "Golden leaf, the best singer in our village is a girl!"

Another old man said with a smile: "Little old man, do you sing too? If someone sings it to you, you can sing it back too!"

Li Qian just smiled, thought about it, and felt that he was no match for a little girl in singing northern Shaanxi folk songs, so he straightened his neck and shouted: "I'll sing you a folk song from other places..."

A few girls at the bottom of the mountain started laughing and laughing, and looked up to the top of the mountain. Some people pushed and shoved, and they didn't know what they were talking about. Anyway, the girl named Yang Jinye always had a red face.

Then, Li Qian cleared his throat and began to sing: "Ah Langhe, ah Langhehe, Helei Hehe, ah Langhe, Helei, Gegen. The Ussuri River is long and long , the blue river is full of waves, the Hezhe people cast a thousand nets, the boats are full of rivers and fishes..."

The first few long tunes have already calmed down the people on the mountain and down the mountain quickly, and the lyrics and singing style that are very "exotic" soon fascinated the little girls down the mountain.

To rap and sing folk songs in northern Shaanxi, Li Qian may not be able to sing more interestingly than other local girls after a few years of practice, but as soon as the region is moved out of northern Shaanxi, even if it is only for the whole country, Li Qian's level will immediately appear. A lot of awesome.

After singing "Usuli Boat Song", the little girls at the foot of the mountain were silent for a while, and then someone pushed Yang Jinye and said, "Go, let him go to your house, and you make her steamed buns!"

The little girls laughed happily.

The little girl named Yang Jinye blushed even more.

But soon, she forked the bicycle, stopped it, and walked up the hillside. Seeing this, the other little girls parked their cars noisily and followed up the hillside.

The closer you get, the clearer you can see. These little girls all look about sixteen or seventeen years old. It seems that they are still in high school? The girl who sang just now walked over in front of her. She was not tall and had an oval face. She couldn't be called pretty, but she was quite attractive.

The men on the mountain watched a group of little girls climb up the mountain with smiles. One of the old men laughed and whispered to Li Qian, "You little old man, you have steamed buns to eat!"

Li Qian didn't know if the so-called momo had any special meaning here, so he didn't dare to speak casually.

The group of little girls climbed up the hill very quickly, and they reached the top of the slope in a short while. Four people surrounded Yang Jinye and walked in front of Li Qian——when they saw Li Qian's appearance from a distance, the little girls couldn't bear it anymore. I couldn't help but shine my eyes. Now that they came to the front, they couldn't stop them from chattering, "Yang Jinye is so lucky, this man is so handsome!"

The little girl named Yang Jinye blushed and her heart was beating, but she didn't feel ashamed. She walked up to Li Qian, stared at him, and said, "You can sing well. I invite you to eat at my house! You know how to make steamed buns. I can also make mutton soup!"

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The first update, four thousand words!