Almost at the same time, in a village fifty kilometers away from Chenxian.
In the stilt house, a thin middle-aged man opened the door and walked in.
He looked to be in his early fifties, wearing a black down jacket, holding a steamed bun in one hand and chewing it in big bites.
His eyes were very strange, somewhat dull, with more white than real, like the eyes of a dead fish.
It gives people a cold and gloomy feeling.
Inside the house, a young woman saw the door open and rushed out frantically, trying to escape.
But the man said indifferently: "I still say the same thing, if you dare to walk out of this room, you will have to make a new grave for your grandmother tomorrow."
Baby Peach stopped immediately, her peach blossom eyes filled with tears, and she looked at the man in front of her.
This is her biological father!
"Then give me your phone." Peach Baby said with a trembling voice.
Xiao Shen must be very anxious since he can't contact me, right?
Her father's sudden return caught her off guard, and the key point now was that she didn't know where to put her grandmother.
I couldn't even call the police.
"Don't even think about the cell phone. Just prepare for the next two days. On the day of the Drum-Tibet Festival, President Zhu will ask you for the ribbon, and you have to give it to him then." Yang Daping took a bite of the steamed bun and spoke vaguely, "On the day of the Drum-Tibet Festival, as long as you go there safely, I will let you see your grandma."
Bring your flowers to the man named Mr. Zhu?
In Miao customs, giving a man a flower belt means you want to marry him.
I don’t even know how old Mr. Zhu is or what he looks like.
Did my father just sell himself out like that?
Is this still a human being?
"Are you still human?" Taozi Baby looked at Yang Daping with tears in her eyes. "My grandma is also your biological mother, and I am your biological daughter!"
Yang Daping's eyes were dull like dead fish: "So what? Why would someone like me care about these things?"
Baby Peach only felt a sense of powerlessness.
After Yang Daping finished speaking, he dropped a bag of food, locked the door, and went out.
Only baby Peach was left squatting on the ground, crying helplessly.
At this time, she missed Chen Xian more and more.
There are real differences between men.
…
The girl named A Lian walked out of the house.
As soon as it appeared, it almost blinded Shen Xian's eyes.
Do all Miao girls have such good skin?
A-Lian was about 1.6 meters tall and in her early twenties. Because it was not the Drum Tibetan Festival yet, she was not wearing any ethnic costume.
Instead, she wore a black coat, casually tied her hair into a bun, and paired it with a pair of black jeans.
On the perfect oval face, a pair of big watery eyes were looking at Chen Xian puzzledly.
"Dad, who is this?" A-Lian asked.
The sound is very clear and pleasant, and the skin is so tender that it seems like water can be squeezed out of it.
The middle-aged man said, "Oh, I want to participate in the Drum Tibetan Festival in our village."
It is not uncommon for outsiders to come to the village to participate in the Drum and Tibetan Festival.
If many young men from other places have already fallen deeply in love with a Miao girl, they will generally confess their love through two ways.
The first thing is to go to the village and participate in the competition.
The second is to go as a non-local tourist to ask for flower belts on the day of the Guzang Festival.
But the second type requires drinking fourteen cups of wine, which is not possible without a certain alcohol tolerance.
A Lian looked at Chen Xian with a smile: "Which girl do you like?"
Chen Xian lowered his head shyly: "I haven't taken a fancy to her yet."
When A-Lian saw Chen Xian's expression, she immediately found it funny: "So that means you looked for it on the day of the Drum Tibetan Festival?"
Shen Xian didn't say anything.
"You can participate in the Drum Tibetan Festival if you want to, but you can't do it if you can't play the Lusheng, sing and dance." A Lian said, "Our team hasn't been formed yet. I'm choreographing and composing these two days. You can help me."
Lusheng is a musical instrument of the Miao ethnic group. The sound it produces is somewhat similar to that of a flute, but the melody is very simple.
"My daughter graduated from the National Dance Academy and is the lark in our village." The middle-aged man said with some pride.
Shen Xian gave a thumbs up, and then said, "Can I see what Lusheng looks like?"
A Lian nodded and then took out a reed pipe.
Chen Xian studied it carefully and found that this was a reed instrument. When playing, the sheng pipe was placed vertically, held in both hands, the tone holes were pressed by fingers, and the mouthpiece was held in the mouth, and sound could be produced by blowing and inhaling.
"The playing technique of the Lusheng is the same as that of the Sheng, and it is mostly played with single tonguing. It can produce double-tone, triple-tone, or quadruple chords of various intervals, and can play music in the keys of C, F, G, etc. It can be used for solo, duet, ensemble, or accompaniment." A Lian explained on the side.
He tried to pronounce the sound, and it was bright and rich, not much different from that of a flute.
"I understand. I can do it." Shen Xian said.
He was a top student who graduated from a music college and had integrated the memory of the earth, so various musical instruments were not too difficult for him and he quickly mastered how to play them.
At the same time, my mind was quickly thinking about which music to play.
After a detailed conversation with A-Lian, he learned that it would take three stages to get on the podium and appear in front of tens of thousands of people.
The first is to take the village as a unit, and the young people in the village form a team to sing and dance...
Remember, there are no rap and basketball events!
The judges then give their scores.
After winning, they will start to advance, each choosing a partner to sing a duet, that is, a male and female chorus.
The third is the Lusheng solo. At this time, the young men from each Miao village will show off their unique skills and play the Lusheng. Whoever plays the most magnificent and majestic music will win.
In other words, if Chen Xian wants to stand in the center of the stage and be seen by Taozi, he must pass three levels in a row!
"Alian, sing a song for me." Shen Xian said.
A-Lian was stunned when she heard this: "What for?"
Chen Xian said: "I must win these three levels, but I'll take on the track selection level."
A-Lian's eyes widened immediately: "You don't believe me?"
"Also, what do you do to be so confident?"
Before Shen Xian could say anything, his father spoke up again: "My daughter graduated from the National Dance Academy and is famous in many nearby villages!"
"Many young handsome men like to talk to my daughter."
"There are also several Miao kings who specifically ask my daughter to compose music and choreograph."
A Lian also said: "You are a foreigner, but I am a native Miao girl. I know better than you how to bring out the advantages of Lusheng and folk dance."
“Precisely because you are a Miao girl, your thinking is limited and you are still stuck in the traditional way. Now that the times are developing rapidly, you can go further only by combining traditional and modern elements.” Shen Xian said.
A-Lian rolled her eyes: "You think you're a postman? You can effectively combine traditional culture with modern elements!"
Shen Xian was silent for a moment, then took out his cell phone.
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