Entertainment: My band is all lead singer

"Jiaxin, come quickly." On the balcony, Gao Yulan called Chen Jiaxin's name with a mooncake in her hand.

There were edamame, fruits and other things on the balcony table.

Today is the 15th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, which is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

After dinner, Chen Jiaxin's family of three were preparing to enjoy the moon and eat mooncakes on the balcony, while Chen Xuelin was burning incense and worshiping Buddha.

Gao Yulan glanced at the night sky: "The moon on the 15th this year is really round."

"Isn't the moon always the roundest during the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Chen Jiaxin asked.

"Haven't you heard that the moon on the 15th is rounder on the 16th?"

"No one is enjoying the moon on the 16th, so who cares about this."

At this time, Chen Xuelin had already burned the incense and walked over.

"What are you two talking about? Eating mooncakes."

"I'm talking to her about the moon outside."

"It's a pity that my brother is not here." Chen Jiaxin picked up a red bean paste mooncake and looked at the moon outside.

"Didn't Yuebai call just now? Why did you think of it so quickly?"

"No, I just think it's meaningful to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival together."

"Oh? By the way, I seem to have seen a notification saying that they seem to have a live broadcast today." Gao Yulan suddenly thought of the news she had seen on the Internet before.

"Is it true? I'll go check it out." Chen Jiaxin quickly opened her phone and found the four words "Mirror Flower Water Moon".

Sure enough, at this time, the account of Mirror Flower Water Moon showed that it was live broadcasting, and the title was: Mid-Autumn Festival, enjoy the bright moon together.

Clicking in, Jiang Yuebai and others were in the camera, in addition to them, there was also Bater and his family.

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"It's the first time to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival with everyone. I wish you all a happy family."

"Why didn't we go back? It's too far."

"We can only celebrate it outside this year."

"..."

Jiang Yuebai and others were chatting with fans in the live broadcast room in front of the camera, and several others were talking on the phone with their relatives at home.

It was the first time for Bater's family to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with other people, but they felt it was quite meaningful.

Bater's father was playing the horse-head fiddle on the side, and the melodious sound of the fiddle resounded in the night sky. As for the song, Jiang Yuebai and others did not know.

The melody might be a local folk song.

Jiang Yuebai looked at Bater's father playing and admired him very much.

I didn't expect such a seemingly rough man to be able to play such a delicate song.

"I heard from Bater that you can play the fiddle?" After playing the song, Bater's father looked at Jiang Yuebai. He just found that Jiang Yuebai had been looking at the fiddle in his hand.

"Ah? A little bit." Jiang Yuebai did not expect the other party to ask this question.

"Guitar? Piano? Guqin? Or other fiddles?"

"A little bit."

"A little bit?" Bater's father was stunned, and then pointed to the horse-head fiddle in his arms, "What about this fiddle?"

"A little bit." Jiang Yuebai said relatively conservatively.

"Hmm?" Jiang Yuebai's answer was beyond his expectation, "Try it?"

Bateer handed over the horse-head fiddle. He wanted to see Jiang Yuebai play it.

Jiang Yuebai looked at it, thought for a moment, and took it.

The horse-head fiddle is actually similar to the erhu. Both use a bow string to make sounds.

It's better to say that it's playing the horse-head fiddle than playing the horse-head fiddle.

Jiang Yuebai was thinking about which song to play. Although the song played by Bater's father just now was good, it was not too difficult to play it completely with his absolute pitch and memory.

But there are actually many songs that are suitable for the sound of the horse-head fiddle.

On the other side, Su Ying'er and others also finished their calls and returned to the camera to chat with fans.

"Don't worry about the concert, it will happen anyway."

"As for which city, we don't know yet."

"We? It's probably too early for us to get married, and the fastest one is probably A Zhan."

"Next stop? We'll have to wait until tomorrow. There's no arrangement yet, but the general direction should be south."

"..."

Just as Su Ying'er and others were chatting with fans, a deep and broad sound of the piano suddenly came to their ears.

As a traditional Mongolian musical instrument, its unique timbre and playing style have always been loved by local people.

Through the sound of the horse-head fiddle, the charm of this song is released.

At this moment, the sound of the piano merged with the sound of nature, that is, the earth is breathing, the stream is flowing, and the wind is singing.

In the melodious sound of the piano, it seems to see the magnificent scene of the northwest of China, with thousands of horses galloping and dust rising.

At the moment the sound of the piano sounded, other sounds around disappeared.

Under the night sky, in addition to the sound of the wind blowing the grass, there is only the friction between the horsetail bow and the strings.

Melodious!

Deep!

Spacious!

Just listening for the first time, you can feel the vastness of the Northwest grassland.

Su Ying'er and the others turned around and looked at the source of the sound. They saw Jiang Yuebai sitting there in a white dress, slowly pulling the bowstring in his hand.

Because the people turned around, the picture was left.

The fans in the live broadcast room could just see Jiang Yuebai behind.

Many people heard such a sound of the piano for the first time. Some people have never heard of this horse-head fiddle.

The atmosphere created by the previous melody became more free and open-minded with the change of rhythm.

At this moment, Bater's father's eyes flashed with surprise, like two flames that were lit.

Although he had heard his son say that Jiang Yuebai was very powerful before, he didn't really care.

He just thought they were an artist team, a band.

He didn't expect that the boy in front of him would be so powerful!

A piece of music completely conquered me. Sometimes it was deep and far-reaching, sometimes it was passionate and unrestrained, but it was a summary of the vast scenery of the Northwest grassland.

As soon as people heard such a song, they would naturally think of the Northwest grassland of China.

"My great Northwest!"

"Where the soul cannot reach, music can."

"Whatever the heart desires, everything is beautiful."

"I feel relieved after listening to it, as if everything has settled, and all the good or bad things have been blown away by the wind."

"If you like romance, the Northwest is not barren, and the yellow sand in the sky will scatter love."

"There is a feeling of love that cannot be obtained, full of regrets, and the feeling of being close yet far away."

"Do you know why the timbre of musical instruments is always so desolate on such a vast grassland? Because true freedom and peace of mind always have to bear a certain weight."

"Remote, quiet, sad, lonely."

"Yuebai is really good at cutting people, playing such a song on this day."

"I feel like I am already eating grass on the grassland."

"..."

The sound of the horse-head fiddle, like the ripples of history, slowly spreads out. Tranquility and peace are the soul of the grassland and the memory of the border.

It carries too much history and emotion, joy and sorrow.