Chapter 238: Night in Ulaanbaatar (the rumors on the Internet are a bit awkward, so they can be omitted)
Inside the yurt.
The system prompt sounded suddenly, and all the memories about the song were retrieved.
The song was sung by Phoenix Legend in the program "Classics Sings and Spreads", and the lyrics were completely adapted from "Drinking Song" by Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai.
After the show was broadcast, the song received widespread acclaim.
The last song to win this award was "May We Live Together Forever".
Lin Zhixing rubbed his face and felt a little distressed at the moment.
The poem "Wishing You a Long Life" has been contacted by China's education department, which intends to include it in the textbooks. Now, it has also acquired the equally invincible "Song of the Wine".
In the future, how annoyed they will be when their sons and daughters take Chinese classes!
"Today the teacher actually talked about the lyrics written by my father..."
"It's so annoying. My dad will write lyrics for me again tomorrow. It's so annoying. I have to memorize the whole thing!"
…
"well!"
Lin Zhixing sighed in vain, he finally became the person he hated the most, if he had children in the future he would never let them learn music.
Because most of the music teaching materials are probably my own works.
"Oh yeah brother is here!"
A word from the female host in the yurt interrupted Lin Zhixing's thoughts.
"As expected of you, you are a creative Oh Ye Ge. You are the first singer who dares to challenge this yurt! Congratulations on winning the right to choose the order of the song competition!"
Looking at the female host who gave him a thumbs up, Lin Zhixing wanted to turn around and curse, "Which bastard pushed me in here?"
"Director Hao may have told you just now that before eating the special dishes of Mengcheng, you need to recite poems with our Mengcheng friends. If you lose, you will have to do a small punishment and drink mare's milk."
Lin Zhixing glanced at the special hand-pulled meat on the table. He was really hungry at the moment, so he swallowed and said, "Okay, no problem."
"Let me introduce you to it!"
The female host pointed to the three old men in Mongolian costumes beside her and introduced them, "They are the three famous talents in our Mengcheng. They are very talented in writing and painting."
"The talents of Mengcheng total one boulder. The three great talents of Mengcheng alone take seven boulder, and the rest of the people take three boulder..."
Lin Zhixing was speechless after listening to this introduction.
The program crew really knows how to play. If they win, Mengcheng Qidou will be too worthless.
"What if I win? Should they drink the wine?"
"Sure, we'll drink if we lose."
The three talented men of Mengcheng nodded in agreement. The third one took the lead in asking questions and said, "There are three teachers in one village and two villages. They don't know the Four Books, Five Classics and Six Arts, but they dare to teach seven, eight and nine students. How bold."
When Lin Zhixing heard this question, he was relieved. This kind of couplet is not difficult, it just takes some time. After pondering for a moment, he gave his answer.
"I studied hard for ten years and traveled all over the country, I cut off all desires and traveled all over the world, but the money I earned was just a few cents, it's hard to describe in words!"
After hearing this couplet, the audience in the live broadcast room cried.
"I wiped my tears, oh yeah brother, this couplet was created by observing me!"
"My defense is not broken, I really am not broken, wuwuwuwu..."
Some netizens also followed suit and wrote their own answers.
"I worked hard for ten years to earn 98,765 yuan, and spent it all in one three-day and two-night trip to Four Seasons Foot Bath."
"I served ten years of forced labor, nine years, eight months and seven days in prison. My child is six years, five months and four days old. He looks three parts like Lao Wang, two parts like his mother, and nothing like me!"
…
“You win!”
The third of the three talented men in Mengcheng gave a thumbs up and drank the kumis in the cup.
The second of the three talented scholars then said his own topic, "In the painting, the dragon does not roar or the tiger roars, the little book boy is ridiculous!"
"This is so difficult! It's not parallelism, there's no pattern!"
Not only Lin Zhixing remained silent, but netizens also remained silent after hearing this topic.
…
"Okay, two minutes have passed, and there is one minute left..."
"Thirty seconds left..."
"Ten seconds..."
Lin Zhixing raised his hand to interrupt, and replied with a bashful look: "In the alley, men don't talk and women don't talk. Just a glance and walk away!"
After hearing this couplet, the audience in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.
"Just tell me if it's right or not!"
"Six, a pair of pairs means the inferior matches the superior!"
"I'm lucky I watched the live broadcast. The official version will definitely be edited out, hahaha!"
"I'll make up one for Oh Yeah Brother. In the police station, men were crying and women were making a fuss, and a group of police officers were laughing while writing."
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“You win!”
The second of the three talented men drank the wine in his glass unwillingly, pointed to the large table full of wine and said, "If this little brother can beat our eldest brother, we will drink all the wine on this table."
"Let's use wine as poetry. If you can come up with a better poem than mine within ten minutes, you'll pass!"
With the example of the second one suffering a loss, the eldest of the three talented men added a "quality" condition and recited a poem while pointing to the wine in the cup.
"Let me borrow two ounces of ink from the world. One ounce for success and one ounce for failure."
"Borrow another jug of wine from the world, and drink away half of the world's sorrows."
"I advise you not to worry about worldly affairs. A clear conscience brings many good things."
"good!"
The female host led the applause, and the audience in the live broadcast room also gave praise.
"As expected of the eldest of the three great talents in Mengcheng, the writing is very good, but it is a bit difficult to perform better than this on the spot!"
"It's fine if it lasts a little longer, but ten minutes is too short. It looks like Brother Oh Ye is going to drink this glass of wine!"
"Don't judge with normal thinking. He is the man who wrote "May We Live Long Together". You have to believe in him!"
…
That’s it?
If it weren't for Lin Zhixing's inability to match it, I really wouldn't want to use "Song of the Wine" as a big cannon to attack mosquitoes.
Ten minutes was still a long time, so Lin Zhixing sat down at the small table and tasted the local specialty, hand-pulled meat.
"Is this giving up? Or are you thinking while eating?"
"I feel like this eating speed doesn't give them time to think."
…
When there was one minute left, Lin Zhixing wiped his greasy hands and mouth, stood up from his seat, and recited poetry as he walked.
"When life is good, enjoy it to the fullest, don't let the golden cup face the moon empty."
"I was born with talents that will be useful, even if I lose all my money, I will get it back."
He took two steps for each sentence. At the sixth step, Lin Zhixing came to the table full of kumis, picked up a cup, and pointed with his finger.
"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and drinking three hundred cups at a party."
After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass.
The three talented men of Mengcheng looked at each other and were all dumbfounded. When this poem came out, it was like a dimensionality reduction attack. There was no comparison at all.
When the audience in the live broadcast room heard this poem, the barrage of comments went viral.
"This poem is absolutely amazing, bold and majestic, and each word is worth savoring! Is this guy really a hexagonal warrior?"
"Oh my goodness, I just entered the live broadcast room, oh yeah brother, six steps to make a poem?"
"The three great talents of Mengcheng? It's just a threshold to meet Brother Ohye!"
…
After the recording, both groups of people walked out of the yurt.
"Quick, hold on to Teacher Wang Feng, don't let him fall!"
Mao Nan and Dong Chen held Wang Feng on each side. Wang Feng's face was as red as a monkey's butt, but he kept shouting that he was not drunk and wanted to continue drinking.
All the singers were stunned when they saw Lin Zhixing coming out of the yurt.
Lin Zhixing was seen holding a toothpick in his mouth, not drunk at all. On the contrary, the several Mengcheng men behind him were walking unsteadily.
"How did he do that..."
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Under the starry night sky.
The bright moonlight sprinkled on the vast grassland, illuminating the yurts standing quietly. The singers sat around the campfire, chatting and laughing while recording the Night Talk of "Singing Around the World".
"When life is good, enjoy it to the fullest, don't let the golden cup face the moon empty."
Dong Chen looked at the moon and chanted aloud: "Brother Lin, your poem is so wonderful. My heart is so full of emotion that I really want to hug you to sleep!"
All the singers laughed. When they saw on the Internet that Lin Zhixing challenged the three great talents of Mengcheng today and created such excellent poems, they were all very impressed.
Deng Xiaoyu pointed to his phone and said, "I don't know if you saw it, but the people from the Writers Association praised this poem on Weibo and hoped that Brother Oh Ye would write a complete version as soon as possible!"
Lin Zhixing, the person involved, was not interested in their topic. With his chin in his hand, he was deeply attracted by the grassland at night.
Ulaanbaatar at night is more like a profound painting.
The endless grassland seems to have become a road that stretches into the distance, leading to the depths of dreams. The night wind blows gently, bringing the breath of the grassland and the sedimentation of history, making people intoxicated.
【bite!】
【Scenario has been triggered! 】
[Congratulations to the host for winning the song "Night in Ulaanbaatar"! ]
The system prompt sounded suddenly, and all the memories about the song were retrieved.
The original singer of "Night in Ulaanbaatar" was the Smile Band from Mengcheng, which first sang it in 1985. Later, the musician Zuo Xiaozhuo added Chinese lyrics and changed the name to "Night in Ulaanbaatar".
This song was once popular all over the Internet, and many singers have covered it. Lin Zhixing prefers the versions sung by "Tan Weiwei" and "Dan Zheng and his mother".
Tan Weiwei's version is a kind of intense yearning, which hits the heart directly and makes people burst into tears. Dan Zheng and his mother's version is a kind of later remembrance, as if they are talking to their relatives in heaven, which relieves the nostalgia and makes people feel peaceful.
In this situation, I was able to get this song.
Lin Zhixing felt very lucky and couldn't help humming softly.
Wang Feng, who was sitting next to him, had slept for several hours after getting drunk, but he was not completely sober. When he saw Lin Zhixing humming a song, he suddenly had an idea to embarrass him.
"Everyone keep your voices down, Xiaolin is creating something now!"
Wang Feng's sudden shout made everyone quiet instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Zhixing.
"You... you are so mean!"
Lin Zhixing grinned at Wang Feng and cursed in his heart, "Why did you provoke me just because I was enjoying the night view?"
Wang Feng asked with a smile: "Xiao Lin, am I right? In this situation, you have an inspiration again, right?"
Okay, okay, then here's what you want to see! Lin Zhixing patted Dong Chen beside him and pointed to the RV behind him, "Help me get the guitar!"
"Wow, are you really here to improvise?"
The audience in the live broadcast room were very excited to see that there were new songs to listen to.
Two minutes later, Dong Chen ran down from the RV and handed the guitar in his hand to Lin Zhixing.
Everyone's eyes were on him. Even Wang Feng sobered up a little and became curious about his improvisation skills.
Lin Zhixing was seen plucking the strings of the guitar slowly and at a leisurely pace. With his absolute pitch, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a human tuner.
After tuning the strings, Lin Zhixing played a few chords from memory, then looked out at the night sky and began to sing slowly.
"Wind blowing through the wilderness, please go slower"
"I use silence to tell you that I am drunk"
"The night in Ulaanbaatar is so quiet"
"I can't even hear the wind"
In this night, Lin Zhixing's singing emotion flows quietly like a stream, and one can feel the faint sadness in the song.
The word "admiration" was written on the faces of the singers.
The lyrics all contain the phrase "Night in Ulaanbaatar", so there is no doubt that they were improvised!
Just four lines of lyrics made Wang Feng sober up instantly. It turned out that he had given him the opportunity to show off in front of the camera, what a lousy mouth!
“Is Brother Lin so good at improvisation?”
Deng Xiaoyu and Mao Nan had admiration on their faces, and like crazy fans, they took out their phones and started recording.
Although Lin Zhixing's folk song singing is not A-level, his level has made a qualitative leap due to the crazy improvement of his singing emotions at this stage.
The audience in the live broadcast room were moved by the song and the barrage of comments was rave reviews.
“The most original, the most real, the voice that hits the heart directly! Healing, baptism, and yearning…”
"This pure voice is cleansing my heart that is filled with greed, anger, ignorance, and material desires!"
"This song makes me feel that this is how music should be, without any technique, just comfortable and peaceful, just like sleeping on the grassland with the wind blowing through my ears."
…
"Clouds drifting towards the horizon, please walk slower"
"I'm running to tell you I won't look back"
“The night of Ulaanbaatar is so close”
“Even the clouds don’t know.”
The singers sitting around the campfire clapped along with the singing and unknowingly became part of the fun.
Lin Zhixing tightened the strings just in time, and the sound stopped abruptly.
This feeling of wanting more makes people indulge in it, and the excellent songs drive the emotions of the audience.
"The night in Ulaanbaatar, China has lost more than 100 years, alas!"
"This song makes me miss my mother. I am 34 and my mother is 23. She should be married now."
"When I have paid off my debts, I will go to the grassland, sit there in the dead of night, and tell you all the grievances I have suffered in the past few years!"
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"good!"
"Brother Lin, you are so cool. You are a role model for us to learn from!"
The singers applauded Lin Zhixing for his performance.
They felt a little ashamed at the moment. They were all singers, but while they were just chatting, others had already created their songs. No wonder the gap in their status was getting bigger and bigger.
"What's the name of this song?"
“Let’s call it “Night in Ulaanbaatar”!”
Wang Feng changed his way of thinking and suddenly felt fortunate that he had just given Lin Zhixing the opportunity to show his face.
After using this song, his chances for tomorrow have greatly increased. Otherwise, once this song with a strong hometown flavor comes out, the Montreal audience will vote for him again.
"Pigeon!"
Lin Zhixing suddenly felt like taking a walk, so he stood up and patted Song Ge on the shoulder.
The two left the camera, and Lin Zhixing took Song Ge's hand and strolled on the grassland, enjoying the quiet night and romantic atmosphere.
(End of this chapter)
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