Traveling from ancient times to the present: The general’s live broadcast of farming

into the night.

There was silence in Jiuli Mountain.

Eight thirty is indeed a bit early for modern young people to go to bed.

But in this deserted place, the Internet was not smooth, and there was no entertainment at all. The guests sat on the worn-out sofas in the main room, looking at each other in silence.

Feng Yi looked left and right, "How about we sleep?"

No one spoke, and he giggled twice in the silence to relieve the embarrassment, "It seems, it's a little early, huh?"

Nan Chen and Zhao Yipeng held their guitars and said nothing.

After a long time, Zhao Yipeng plucked the strings.

Like wind, like waves.

"How about I sing a song for you?" Zhao Yipeng has to practice guitar every day. He has been traveling all day today and his hands are itchy.

Everyone agreed.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, the prelude sounded.

The sound of the piano was like a slowly turning on lamp in the quiet night, and when Zhao Yipeng's deep voice sounded, it was like the shadow under the lamp swaying gently.

"If we go back to the first time we met, who would speak first, you would have shallow dimples..."

Or maybe, just like a passerby passing by, I look back and you still have a faint smile..."

Slow melody, a touch of sadness.

His voice seemed to have magic power, slowly conveying melancholy that might not even be considered regret.

Everyone was brought into memories by him.

I thought of someone’s faint smile and the distant figure in my memory.

Nangong Ying lowered her eyes, and in her mind was the figure of the man in green clothes climbing up the stairs.

This time is when netizens are most active. Because of the hot searches in the afternoon, there are many people walking around in the live broadcast room to watch the excitement.

Netizens who like the excitement have swiped away and left, but some people stayed.

【What song is this? Why haven't I heard it before? It sounds pretty good! 】

【Who is singing? The voice condition is very good! I love love it! 】

[Secretary Zhao, I want to know all the information about this song within three minutes! 】

[Why didn’t it become popular? It sounds pretty good! 】

[The current music scene is all about covers and covers, and they are often brainless fast-paced songs. We really need this kind of slow-paced songs with content to wash our ears! Why on earth did he come to this show to farm? 】

Netizens are immersed in Zhao Yipeng's singing, and his number of fans, which have not changed all year round, is quietly increasing.

Everyone began to look for good songs on his homepage, and unexpectedly discovered that he was an original musician, and almost all the songs were written by himself.

Not only that!

[Oh my god, I know why this Zhao Yipeng is not popular anymore. He doesn’t leave any room for others to eat! 】

[How do you say the previous one? 】

Netizens explained, [It doesn’t matter if the lyrics, music, arrangement, and arrangement are all his, the producer, guitar, bass, accordion, drums, and mixing are all his own! What kind of almighty monster is this! 】

【So bad? If it were me, I would have started blowing! He could actually hold back his words? 】

As Nan Chen listened to the song, his hands started to beat the music unconsciously.

After taking off her makeup, she lost her aggressiveness and looked much softer.

When she heard the second verse, she took out her harmonica and joined in the accompaniment.

[She is still a cold lady during the day, but turns into a melancholic little white flower at night! This sister is so versatile...]

[Although they are in a dilapidated house in this program, they feel like they have been washed away. 】

[Maybe you want to say - rustic? 】

[It really feels like returning to the countryside. Everyone gathers together, not playing with mobile phones, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and listening to quiet songs quietly. This program is quite interesting! 】

After Zhao Yipeng finished singing a song, everyone clapped and praised him. Nangong Ying looked at the guitar with bright eyes.

This kind of musical instrument has a special sound, which makes her hands feel itchy.

"Is this guitar easy to learn?" Nangong Ying leaned forward.

As she approached, Zhao Yipeng tensed up instantly.

"Alright, alright, okay."

He is not good at talking to women, especially this legendary unreasonable and overbearing lady.

Seeing that he was introverted, Nangong Ying didn't say much and sat back with a smile.

Netizens were not happy.

[Nangong Ying started to take advantage of others because they were talented, right? 】

[As a tone-deaf person, don’t you feel ashamed to ask about other people’s musical instruments? 】

Zhao Yipeng looked at Nan Chen, "You play the harmonica very well. I heard your song on the road. It's very special. You also play the guitar well. Can you sing a song?"

They don't know each other very well. The music styles are different and both of them are amateurs. No one knew the other before coming here. However, after knowing that the other party was a singer, Zhao Yipeng took the time to get to know him.

Nan Chen didn't hesitate. She already felt itchy after listening to Zhao Yipeng playing the guitar. She picked up the guitar, flipped her fingers, and the rhythm suddenly changed.

A completely different style from Zhao Yipeng's songs.

Nan Chen's techniques are extremely cool, ranging from tapping to finger ringing, and the rhythm is enthusiastic. Her slightly smoky voice matched with the passionate guitar, and the song ignited the enthusiasm of the entire cabin.

Netizens also exploded.

【Hello! The key point is that this girl sang such a high-spirited song with a cool expression, which made my heart flutter! 】

[It’s my heartbeat, I can’t avoid the bad eyes]

[The previous one, how can you make a voice call! 】

[What do you think Nangong Ying is doing? 】

Nangong Ying, who was sitting next to Nan Chen, suddenly had a wooden stick wrapped in a towel in his hand and was tapping on the table.

The percussion sound is like the thunder of drums, which actually gives this song some majestic momentum despite the passion.

Netizens who were still complaining gradually became silent as they listened.

Nangong Ying's Weibo followers have been quietly increasing. If she comments on the live broadcast, she might be laughed at by the crowd, so fans from the outside secretly come to Chaohu.

[I don’t think Nangong Ying is as bad as what is said online. She understands music and can play along with the song the first time she hears it. Although it is just a percussion sound, the whole song is sublimated. She has great feelings in her heart. 】

One night of singing and laughing, the barriers between the six guests seemed to be torn open, and the relationship was quietly changing.

And Nangong Ying's image in the hearts of netizens has also become slightly different.

After the song, let's leave.

Nangong Ying lay flat on the outside of the bed, listening to Song Wanqiu's sleeping breathing in her ears, recalling everything she had experienced during the day. She was finally able to breathe for a moment in the dark night.

The reason for taking special care of Song Wanqiu was not only that she was a little girl, but also because her cry-loving and soft temperament was very similar to that of her queen sister.

I don’t know what those bastards will do to her weak and crybaby sister after she dies. Can the emperor protect her as promised?

Her body was too weak and tired, and she fell asleep without thinking too much.

Song Wanqiu turned over.

Nangong Ying opened her eyes suddenly, reached under her pillow and subconsciously pulled out her self-defense blade to strike at the source of the sound.

The result was empty.

My head suddenly woke up, but my consciousness returned but I couldn't fall asleep again.

It seems that I have to make a bed tomorrow.