Chapter 662: Spicy! Heaven is really here!
“The night in Alxa League is
so quiet,
even the clouds don’t know,
I don’t know.”
Pure singing echoed in the grassland.
The wind blew from afar, blowing Lin Wanqing's robe and blowing her hair.
The wind blew past the yurt and made a whirring sound.
The wind blew across the endless grass again, and there was a rustling sound.
The spectators sitting around felt their bodies become lighter, as if all the heavy things had been carried away by the wind.
“The night of Alxa League,
so close,
even the clouds don’t know,
don’t know,
the night of Alxa League ,
So close,
The singer shed tears from time to time. ”
The wind blew through the wilderness, the clouds slowly floated to the horizon, the setting sun converged its last light, and the entire grassland began to darken.
The promised Morinouqin was singing, exuding a faint fragrance. Sadness.
With Lin Wanqing’s heavenly singing, everyone fell into silence.
This is a song that can truly touch people's hearts. It doesn't require exaggerated stunts, amazing choruses, noisy accompaniment, or gorgeous lyrics, but it can arouse the emotions in everyone's heart.
The song ended. Lin Wanqing bowed slightly, then took two steps back and sat cross-legged next to Xu Nuo.
The matouqin also stopped playing accompaniment.
Silence, silence is the prairie tonight.
I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao Lei began to take the lead in applauding.
Then the others followed suit and clapped as if they were waking up from a dream.
The applause drowned out the sound of the wind and startled the cattle and horses that were grazing.
Suddenly many cows and horses began to neigh.
The prairie seemed to wake up from a deep sleep, and the atmosphere came alive and became lively.
The leaders of the Culture and Tourism Bureau are so happy. According to their evaluation standards, this song will definitely not be worse than "Chengdu" and "Kangding Love Song", or even worse.
After all, with their rich life experiences, they were also moved by this song.
After getting benefits, you have to do something in return. The leader of the Culture and Tourism Bureau came over and asked, "How is the pre-sale of "The Untold Secret"?"
Promise yourself to always advertise for sure. Inappropriate and can easily cause resentment.
But the nature of official advertising is different, so who can say anything.
Xu Nuo took out his phone and looked at the data, "Pre-sales are 150 million."
The leader of the Culture and Tourism Bureau smacked his lips, "Isn't it not enough?"
"Enough, enough, this is a good result."
The leader of the Culture and Tourism Bureau shook his head: "It's not even close. Meaning."
The leader of the Culture and Tourism Bureau left.
Everyone was a little confused. Within two minutes, he came back again.
"Well, I just communicated with other departments. Tomorrow, we will send people in the desert to write the name of the movie for you."
Xu Nuo looked puzzled. What is the use of writing? If writing is useful, he It can fill up the desert.
The leader of the Culture and Tourism Bureau gestured, "The kind of characters that can be read clearly on a plane."
"Holy shit!"
"Is this okay?"
Xu Nuo was also confused. Are you going to make such a big move?
Hey guys, they are advertising on the plane, but they are asking people on the plane to see the advertisements on the ground. This is outrageous.
This word requires at least fifty square meters to be visible on an airplane.
As soon as the news came out, netizens went crazy.
“Damn, such a big deal.”
"Amazing, I can only say 666."
"There happens to be a flight tomorrow that will pass through Alxa. I have to take a look then."
"Alxa Culture and Tourism Bureau went to Oita. ! ”
Xu Nuo was also a little embarrassed, this was too enthusiastic.
"Well, let me sing another song for you."
Xu Nuo hugged the matouqin, patted her butt and stood up.
Zhao Lei grabbed him and said, "Where did you learn the matouqin from? How come you are almost better than me."
Xu Nuo laughed when he heard it, is he faster than you? Can I beat you up?
Zhao Lei's morin fiddle has been improved little by little since he was a child. Such skill has no foundation and is like a castle in the air.
The promised piano skills all depend on talent and hard work, and are improved by adding points in the system. The foundation is extremely solid.
Which one is strong and which one is weak can be seen at a glance.
Xu Nuo glanced at Zhao Lei with a proud smile, his smile was intriguing.
Zhao Lei turned his head away and pretended not to see it.
This boy is very damaged. If he is dragged into a competition, his secret will be revealed.
The main reason why he was so surprised was that the playing method of the Morin Khuur was different from other stringed instruments. In other instruments, the strings were pressed with hands, but the Morin Khuur was held with the head of the fingers.
This difference in habits will make it difficult for people who are accustomed to instruments such as erhu, violin, etc. to adapt.
Everyone has seen Xu Nuo’s erhu skills, he is a leader among the younger generation.
Proficiency in the erhu requires constant practice. If you practice the matouqin at this time, it will be easy to fail to correct it.
It’s a pity that Xu Nuo is a loser.
Xu Nuo cleared her throat and joked, ""I also hope everyone will support my movie more, otherwise I will give this song to everyone."
Xiao Sa thought about it and realized that there was something wrong with this, "What do you mean by giving it to people who don't watch movies? You don't want to give it to people who watch movies?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Xu Nuo smiled and did not explain, but introduced the title of the song - "Paradise".
Zhao Lei: "..."
Xiao Sa: "..."
The live broadcast room was completely flooded with question marks.
"I just said that if you travel with your promise, something will happen one day!"
"Gan! Am I going to heaven now?"
"It's over, it's over. , the journey ends here.”
“I went to Chengdu when I listened to “Ss That Shijiazhuang Man”, and then I climbed on the roof again when I listened to “Rooftop”. Now he wants to sing "Paradise", I'm sorry, I haven't lived enough yet. "I'm wrong, can't I buy a ticket?"
“Damn it, such a fresh and refined advertising campaign.”
Netizens fell out.
His previous travel series caused many travelers to modify their travel plans. Even now, many people still know the saying: "Follow your promise and you will never go wrong."
At that time Some people joked, if the promise is to write about Naihe Bridge, heaven, hell, etc. one day, will it still lead to death?
Some netizens who do not believe in evil have said that let alone heaven, even hell must be visited.
Everyone thought it was a joke, but they never expected that he would actually sing "Paradise".
Some netizens found the netizen who had set the flag before and said, "Brother, wake up, it's time to go up and report."
"Why sleep for so long before you are alive? You will sleep forever after you die."
< br>“Have a good trip.”
That guy is dumbfounded. Damn it, you are still writing about heaven.
On the grassland, in front of the yurt, Xu Nuo bared his teeth and flashed a cold light, "I will show you heaven today."
Zhao Lei raised his hand.
“Teacher Zhao, what’s the problem?”
Zhao Lei showed his phone, “I bought a ticket.”
Xu Nuo nodded with a kind face, "Oh, then you don't have to go."
Zhao Lei took a deep breath and showed a relaxed smile.
Others looked at it and thought, holy shit, is this okay?
“I bought it too!” Xiao Sa quickly raised his hand.
“Okay, I’ll count you in.”
"And me."
"I'll buy it now!"
"I bought it, I bought two!"
The cameraman raised his hand weakly He raised his hand and said, "I bought it too."
Xu Nuo nodded, they are all good people.
"I'm reporting that Director Zhang didn't buy the ticket!"
Cameraman Lao Chen made another small report backhand.
Zhang Ziqiang: "..."
Okay, okay, it's the opposite of Tiangang, right?
Xu Nuo looked at him faintly, turned to face the director, "Then this song "Paradise" is dedicated to..."
"Stop it! I'll buy it right now!" Zhang Ziqiang's expression changed and he quickly took out his mobile phone to buy the ticket.
Buying movie tickets to save your life has become common knowledge among everyone.
The audience in the live broadcast room couldn’t stop laughing.
“If you don’t want to go to heaven, you have to spend money to buy a ticket.”
“It’s money well spent, a few dozen yuan can buy a life.”
"No, why are they so funny?"
"It's so funny that Confucius might have persuaded everyone in this way."
"If nothing else, there simply aren't enough people here. It’s a promise. Whoever he says he will send to heaven will be sent to heaven.”
Netizens also followed suit.
“I bought the ticket, please let me go!”
"I'll buy it, my whole family will buy it!"
"We're all toasting and not eating, right? I bought it as soon as the pre-sale started."
After Xu Nuo smiled, he said to The camera begins to explain.
"Don't take it seriously. It doesn't matter whether you buy a ticket or not. It's just a song. You won't really go to heaven."
Everyone in the program team nodded fiercely.
"Whatever you say is what you say."
"We can't beat you anyway."
"Yes, yes, yes, everything you said is right."
The audience said Huwan is spicy.
“You have to listen to the promise the other way around. If he says there is no knife, then there must be a knife. If he says he won’t make you cry, then prepare tissues. If he says he won’t go to heaven, what should you do if you don’t use it? Can I say more?”
"I understand, I'm already lying down."
On the grassland, Xu Nuo held the matouqin and set up the microphone.
The sound of the morinouqin sounds, and the sadness seems so broad-minded and vast.
The erhu, also a sad instrument, has a graceful and clear tone, with desolation and sadness, giving it a feeling of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
As for the morin fiddle, its sound is deep and broad, more atmospheric, and has a unique charm of the grassland.
When the erhu is played, one feels like begging for food on the street; when the matouqin is played, one feels like wandering on the grassland.
Xu Nuo was immersed in playing the morinouqin, and the sound floated in the open grassland, making people's skin crawl.
The night gradually darkened, and except for the lights of the yurts and starlight, the grassland looked pitch black.
The sound of Morin Khuur is like cleansing the soul. Everyone feels like they have turned into cows and horses - wanting to lower their heads and eat grass.
The audience in the live broadcast room is already starting to fight.
"Eat, what are you doing standing around!"
"This piece of grass belongs to me."
"Go to the edge, I was here first!"
"Don't grab it." Grab it, there’s plenty of grass, eat whatever you want.”
“No, bro, can you stop peeing while you’re eating grass?”
The matouqin, which has a strong prairie flavor, easily reminds everyone of the prairie when it is played.
In the live broadcast footage, the endless grassland further deepened this impression.
Xu Nuo has already created the atmosphere to the extreme before she even started singing.
The melodious sound of music and the dots of starlight can be said to be heaven.
Xu Nuo finally spoke, and he made a series of strange sounds: "Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh~"
Zhao Lei jumped up all of a sudden.
(End of this chapter)