Chapter 156 Guitar

To be honest, facing such an invitation, Li Qian was both grateful and a little hesitant.

Because he really doesn’t know if eating and eating steamed buns have any special meaning in the local area. I don’t know if it’s because he watched TV dramas and books a lot in his previous life. Subconsciously worried.

However, it is a bit difficult to be generous.

At this time, an old man next to him seemed to see something, so he said with a smile: "This young man, Jin Ye invites you to dinner, why don't you keep quiet? It's not that you are asked to be the son-in-law of Emen Village!"

The two men next to him laughed, and Yang Jinye's face turned even redder.

Li Qian smiled and said, "If that's the case, then I'll go to your house for dinner, thank you!"

A few girls laughed at Yang Jinye when they heard the words, but Yang Jinye ignored them. Looking at Li Qian, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the east, "Eh's house is in the village ahead, and they all know the way. You can tell them to show you the way." Okay, you can wait here, let's go to the county town to buy something, and we'll be back before noon!"

Li Qian asked with a smile, "What are you going to buy?"

Yang Jinye replied bluntly, "Buy a tape! We heard that Liao Liao released a new album on the radio. There is a song called Loess High Po, which is very nice. Let's go buy her tape!"

Li Qian's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he looked at the five girls and asked, "Are you going to buy one set for each of you, or..."

One of the girls replied without waiting for him to speak: "We can't afford it, so we just pool our money and go buy a set."

Li Qian smiled and said, "Then you don't have to buy it, I'll just give you one as a gift. I happen to have a tape of her new album in my car!"

The eyes of the five girls immediately lit up when they heard the words, and Yang Jinye glanced at him even more, and said bluntly: "That's okay, you give the tape to me, and we won't go to the county seat, so I will give it to you." Make mutton soup and steamed buns! Brother Er just went to weigh three catties of mutton yesterday, so why not eat it!"

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Yang Jinye's home is in a village that is only three or four miles away along the dirt road.

The three girls, including Yang Jinye, were leading the way on bicycles, and Li Qian drove the car, carrying the other two girls who insisted on taking a car, and followed behind, all the way dusty and into the village.

The Yang family should be a cave dwelling in Xinpan, the yard is spacious and flat, and there is a local dog at home, barking at the off-road vehicle here from a long distance away, and when Li Qian stopped the car to get out, the dog blocked the door, Yang Jinye stomped it away, and said to Li Qian: "Don't be afraid, this dog is very timid. Once you stomp your foot, it will scare it away!"

Li Qian chuckled, locked the car, and followed a few girls into the yard.

Including Yang Jinye's parents, eldest brother and sister-in-law, there are five members of Yang's family. At this time, the weather is hot, and there is no work in the field for the time being. When a tall man entered the door, they were all in a daze.

Yang Jinye seems to be a very neat girl, and she should have some right to speak at home. Facing her family, she didn't feel anything wrong when she suddenly brought a stranger back. She introduced: "This person , We met on the road, especially good at singing, and we sang to each other, but I didn’t sing as well as him, so I invited him back to eat steamed buns in mutton soup! Dad, brother, he works in the city, specially for Those big stars are writing albums!"

Frankly speaking, although Yang Jinye's family treated Li Qian as a stranger, although they were enthusiastic, they were a little reserved at the beginning, until Li Qian explained in his poor Shaanxi dialect that he came down to gather folk songs and just wanted to hear When the locals sang the local folk songs, Yang Jinye's father and elder brother relaxed their attitude.

Seeing this, Li Qian went back to the car and took out a cigarette and a bottle of Xifeng wine. He saw that Yang Jinye had already gone to the kitchen to clean up the mutton, and several girls were also fiddled with the tape recorder at Yang Jinye's house, listening to music, not paying attention at all. Here, Li Qian also specially handed over fifty yuan to the old man at home, saying it was food money, and asked the old man to sing a few songs for him.

At first, Papa Yang insisted on not wanting things or money, but later he couldn't stand it and Li Qian really wanted to give it sincerely, so he happily accepted it, and then said: "That sour song, what's there to sing, you guys have already given it to me." Don't sing, Jin Ye is a little wild girl, she likes to sing all day long, and she can't control it..." But after all, Father Yang is still a little bit tempted, after all, he liked this when he was young, and now let As soon as Li Qian was agitating, it was art again, and when he said something, his throat was a little itchy. After clicking the last spark in the cigarette pouch, he cleared his throat, opened his throat and sang——

"Yang, belly towel, three daolan, it's easy for us to meet each other, but it's hard to talk to each other, one is on the mountain, the other is in the ditch, we can't talk to each other, oh, wave your hand... ..."

I have to say that inheritance is really powerful.

Yang Jinye sang folk songs very well, and Yang's father sang even more deliciously!

After Li Qian finished listening to one song, his eyes sparkled, and he asked Papa Yang to play another one. At this time, someone outside had already entered the door, and shouted directly: "Yang Dandan, how old are you singing, why did you suddenly send out today?" Crazy..."

Papa Yang just smiled, and when Li Qian saw someone coming in, he quickly handed him a cigarette and sang out loud. Papa Yang seemed to be hooked, and ignored the person who came, and continued to sing with his voice——

"There is a pretty sister standing on the Shaliang Liang, which makes the magpies fly all over the tree, Baige has a face full of willow eyebrows, double braids, one toss that one, twist, twist, twist, mouth, mouth." No. Oh, my hairy eyes can't see the water of the Yellow River, how many times I love you and hate you, how many times..."

Before Papa Yang finished singing the second song, several people came to the yard. Li Qian smoked when he saw anyone, and everyone listened to Papa Yang singing with a smile on his face. When Papa Yang finished singing, the big guy haha Smiling, someone had a sore throat and sang a song along with him—I have to say, at least based on what Li Qian has seen and heard along the way, the folk customs in northern Shaanxi are indeed very simple, although everyone is not How rich, but the people are very straightforward, and once they get acquainted with each other, they treat guests with great enthusiasm.

Moreover, according to the words of a certain musician he had heard in his previous life, the farther the place is from the modern city, the better the people can sing and dance...

Li Qian's pack of cigarettes was gone, and more than a dozen songs had entered his ears, and he felt that he had gained a lot.

Singing is really a very personal thing.

Everyone is born with a different voice, some are good, some are bad, some are high, some are low, but unless you are tone deaf, God has already given you the talent of singing on the day you were born. Even if you only have a broken voice, as long as the word love is lingering in it and entangled in your bones, that broken voice can still sing beautiful songs!

For example, these most simple peasants in northern Shaanxi, almost all of them grew up listening to country slang and sour tunes, and almost everyone can sing when they grow up. A few sad voices and infatuated love are enough to make you go out of your mind—singing for as few as ten years or as many as decades, and singing so freely and without rules, they don't know the academy at all. The luck vocal skills summarized in the textbooks here, but everyone can have their own unique voice. Although not everyone can sing very well, even the whole song is mediocre. Li Qian's heart was moved by hearing a few sentences.

Where is the art?

Art is here!

What Li Qian is looking for right now is this unique voice full of personal charm.

Up to now, he has no idea of ​​making a debut and releasing an album, but he likes to sing, likes this, and always strives to be better.

In his opinion, it is far more useful and helpful to go to this kind of cave dwelling where the soil is filthy and listen to a group of men from northern Shaanxi singing a few sour songs than to go to the college and listen to the professors' lectures for a few days. My own help is also greater.

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A group of men from northern Shaanxi gathered at Yang's house, talking, laughing and singing. In the blink of an eye, it was already noon.

The men bid farewell to each other and went back to their homes for dinner, but the little girls stayed in the room holding the tape recorder all the time, just watching the tape, and couldn't get enough of it. But seeing that it was noon, they wanted to go home for dinner no matter how reluctant they were. Before leaving, they went to Yang's kitchen and made an appointment with Yang Jinye to come and listen to music in the afternoon, and then they pushed the car back home together.

Yang's lunch is a large bowl of mutton soup for each person, and the bowl for Li Qian was brought by Yang Jinye herself. The little girl blinked her eyes and whispered: "I got a lot of meat for you, and the steamed buns are baked. Yes, eat more!" After speaking, he ran away in small steps.

But after a while, Li Qian had just picked up a piece of mutton and threw it into his mouth and chewed it twice, when he heard Yang Jinye's voice outside, as if he was arguing with Papa Yang for something? Li Qian quickly put down the bowl, but at this time, Yang Jinye had already rushed into the cave, and handed the fifty yuan to Li Qian, with an aggrieved expression on his face, "Eh, I invite you to dinner, why do you pay for it?" It's not selling food!" Turning her head, the girl caught a glimpse of the cigarettes and wine on the table, and felt even more aggrieved, and wanted to say something, but stomped her feet again, turned around and left the room.

Then, until the meal was over, Li Qian never saw her again.

For the fifty yuan, old man Yang said that he didn’t want anything, even the cigarettes and wine would be taken away by Li Qian later, saying that his daughter said that he can’t ask for things, let alone money. When people go back, they say that they are people in the village! It seems that the only thing left in the eyes of the people here is money!

Li Qian didn't insist on giving it again, so he took the money back, but he was determined not to take the things.

After eating, Li Qian asked about Yang Jinye's room. After thinking about it, he turned around and went back to open the trunk. He took out the new guitar and the guitar case that he bought specially before going out this time. After taking out the notebooks, pens, etc., they were covered again. After thinking about it, they ran to the front driver's seat to find a large gel pen, took it out, walked back to Yang's house, and knocked on Yang Jinye's door. knock on the door.

"Yang Jinye, I'm done eating and I'm leaving, you open the door..."

A moment later, an angry Yang Jinye opened the door, and stood at the door staring at Li Qian, as if his anger was still there.

Li Qian smiled and said: "It's indeed my fault, I shouldn't have given the money, but those cigarettes and alcohol, just treat it as a gift from me to your father and so many neighbors around, you can help me later." Please, help me share that cigarette with everyone, and say that I thank them for singing so many beautiful songs to me."

Yang Jinye didn't speak, just looked at her.

Don't tell me, this girl is actually not very beautiful, but when she looks at you quietly, she has an indescribably strange beauty—wild, lively, and bright. .

Li Qian just smiled, raised his hand to lift the guitar case, handed it to her, and said: "I have no other intentions, you like to sing, and I like to sing too, you treat me to a meal, it's delicious, you He also sang me a song, and let me hear so many beautiful songs sung by so many people, so I just want to give you a small gift."

While talking, he knelt down, opened the guitar case, took out the guitar, and said, "This is a guitar. I used it myself. Now, I'll give it to you. Don't refuse, okay?"

While talking, he took out his pen and said: "In the future, if you want to sing or make music, if you encounter any problems in the music industry and can't solve them by yourself, you can take this guitar and go to Shuntian Mansion to find me! Hmm , Wait a few more years, at that time, if you just ask around in the music circle, someone will definitely be able to tell you who I am."

After finishing speaking, under Yang Jinye's surprised gaze, he took off the cap of his pen and carefully wrote on the guitar——

Give it to Yang Jinye

Study hard and sing well!

Li Qian

Just after writing the three lines, Li Qian was about to write the date, when Yang Jinye suddenly reached out and hid the guitar, frowning, with a distressed look on his face, he hurriedly wiped the words Li Qian had just written, "It's such a good one." Qin, if you give it to me, give it to me, why do you need to write? Oh, it’s not easy to wipe..."

Li Qian watched in amazement as she wiped the writing area blacker and darker.

After a while, she ran into the room and took out a wet towel to wipe it carefully. The black handwriting was wiped off, but even though Li Qian had written very lightly, the beautiful texture of the guitar was still left behind. Pen and print.

Yang Jinye looked regretful, "There is someone in our school who can play this, I have seen it and heard it, it sounds good! Their guitar, I heard that it is very expensive, but it seems that it is not as beautiful as this one, so I let you get rid of it." Bad!"

At this moment, Li Qian was speechless.

After a while, Yang Jinye glared at Li Qian and said, "The guitar you gave me will be accepted, thank you! But in the future, don't write on the guitar casually, that's not good!" After finishing speaking, she hugged the guitar Entering the room, he came out with the guitar in his arms after a while, handed Li Qian a notebook and a blank sheet of paper, looked at Li Qian without blinking, and said, "What do you want to write, it can't be done on paper?"

It was a math textbook for the second grade of high school, and it was a torn-out piece of straw paper.

Li Qian hesitated for a moment, took it, and wrote on it——

Student Yang Jinye, the song you sing is very nice.

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I have been writing very hard, but I have only finished the second chapter until now. Alas, the more this kind of plot that some readers will scold for water, the more difficult it is for me to write.

Next, I will continue to write, but I may not be able to finish the third chapter tonight. If I can't finish it, I will post it tomorrow morning or at noon. Don't wait, everyone!

Finally, there are five hours left for the double monthly pass, and I will shout again, students, who still have tickets in hand, please support the knife! Thank you!