The Right Way to Open a Perfect Life

Harrilen and Bayar's family seemed very happy when they heard the news. Bayar's eldest son raised the wine bag containing the kumiss again. This time, Shen Yan didn't refuse. He held the wine bag and took a big gulp.

The milky white kumiss flowed down the corner of his mouth to the hem of his clothes. Shen Yan wiped it casually, without showing the slightest embarrassment or coercion. Beautiful eyes glow.

"What did you tell them?"

"I want to send them a song?"

"Huh? What song?"

""Swan Goose"."

Shen Yan returned to the place where he was sitting just now, and hugged the matouqin in his arms.

"You still know this?" Lei Jiayin asked in surprise.

Shen Yan didn't answer, he lowered his head and played the matouqin.

A lightly dyed and melodious melody sounded, and the fire fell silent for an instant. Everyone quietly watched Shen Yan swaying his body in the beautiful melody, only the sound of matches cracking occasionally.

"Swan geese, in the sky

line up in pairs

The river is long, the autumn grass is yellow

The melancholy sound of the piano on the grassland

swan goose, to the south

flying over the reeds

Where can the geese go

My heart is my hometown in the north

Where can the geese go

My heart is my hometown in the north

drink dry, refill

Don't get drunk tonight"

Shen Yan's voice was originally mellow and refreshing, but at this moment, his voice was extremely hoarse and vicissitudes. When he sang "drink up the wine, fill it up again. If you don't get drunk tonight, don't return it", his voice burst even more, almost like a roar The voice was like thorns, pulling out wounds in everyone's hearts, making people's scalps tense and their bodies numb.

Chapter 90 Hometown and Nostalgia

Good music and good singing are not just about listening enjoyment.

It's a journey of the heart.

At this moment, everyone felt as if a picture appeared in front of them.

On the vast grassland, Yu Yang is slanting to the west, and the withered yellow grass is swaying in the wind.

Alone, with a glass of wine, facing the sky alone, singing up to the sky.

This person is definitely not handsome, he is dark, with a big beard, his face is full of vicissitudes and weather, but his eyes are very gentle.

He was lonely, but not lonely. He drank heavily, spilled the wine on his clothes, drank the glass dry, and refilled it.

In terms of today's aesthetics, such a man is definitely not good-looking. What is popular now is smoky makeup, fair skin, neutral young meat with lipstick, or a handsome man with exquisite facial features like Shen Yan.

But whether it is the oldest Song Dandan or the youngest Song Zuer, at this moment, they all feel that such a lonely man with vicissitudes of life is full of charm and makes people yearn for it.

"Swan goose, return to the north

take my thoughts

The singing is far away, the piano is trembling

Warm Spring on the Prairie

Swan goose, to heaven

how far away is the sky

drink dry, refill

Don't get drunk tonight"

The melodious sound of the matouqin and singing continued, spreading throughout the grassland in this quiet night. At this time, even the staff of the program group were quiet, and they stopped their movements when they were busy, and they all stayed quietly in their original place. Landing, listening to the vicissitudes of life and hoarse singing, looking at the person who is singing.

In addition to the picture of drinking alone against the sky, an inexplicable sadness grew in the hearts of everyone.

"Swan Goose" is a song about the grassland, but after all, it is about the hometown.

And hometown has always been the softest and most beautiful repair in people's hearts.

As long as there is nostalgia, you can't help but empathize.

Tears welled up in the corners of Song Dandan's eyes, Lei Jiayin lowered his head, Yue Yunpeng leaned on Lei Jiayin, his small eyes were a little lost.

Perhaps, only Song Zuer could resist this kind of resonance, still holding her pretty face, and staring at Shen Yan bewilderedly.

She is too young, she has not yet experienced separation, she has not experienced the vicissitudes of life, things are changing, people are changing, she still doesn't know what is lost, she doesn't know some things, she can only live in memory.

The mountains when I was young, the water when I was young, the trees I climbed when I was young, the walls I climbed over when I was young, and the streets I ran when I was young.

Only when all these are gradually lost can we truly understand what is hometown and what is homesickness.

Among the crowd, Bayar was the one who reacted the most, especially when Shen Yan sang again in Mongolian, his whole body seemed to collapse. The black and rough man who was nearly 1.8 meters five was crying like a child at the moment, sitting Weeping non-stop on the ground.

Perhaps, he is the one who feels the deepest about this song.

Because the grassland is his home, he was born here, grew up here, grew old here, and will die on this land one day.

It's just that he doesn't know whether the grassland in the future will still be the grassland in his childhood, the grassland in his mind.The singing and piano sound stopped in Bayar's cry.

There was no applause, no cheering, everyone just sat there quietly, relying on each other, or looking up at the stars in the sky, or looking down at the roaring bonfire.

Quiet, but not a trace of deserted.

"It sounds good, it's really good, it feels like it can sing to people's hearts."

"After searching for a long time, there is no song called "Swan Goose" on the Internet. This can't be Mr. Shen's original creation."

"It should be original. I have been searching for a long time, but I can't find it. If there was such a song before, it is impossible to have no clues on the Internet based on the quality of this song."

"At first, I just thought it sounded good, but after seeing Uncle Bayar crying, I suddenly burst into tears. I couldn't say much, I just wanted to cry."

"The melody is good, the song is well written, and the singing is even better. From today on, I'm Teacher Shen's Tianzi No. [-] fan. Don't compete with me."

"As expected of me, Mr. Shen, do you think I rely on my face to make a living? No, I can do magic tricks. You think I'm a magician? No, I can roast whole lamb. Do you think I'm a chef? No, actually My real identity is a singer."

"Shen Yan is so handsome, wait for him to divorce Yang Mi and the others after a year, this kind of man should belong to everyone."

"To be honest, I didn't have a good impression of the Mongols before. I can't say what was bad, but I just didn't have a good impression; but today, after seeing Uncle Bayar's family, I suddenly felt that the black people in the area are really hooligans, and they are very stupid. .”

The bullet chatting in the live broadcast room has been swiping, the density is not exaggerated, but it has been continuous, and each bullet screen is a long paragraph, which shows that the audience and netizens are sincerely leaving messages to discuss, rather than pouring water.

The staff of the program group who had been paying attention to the live broadcast room also called the chief director of the program group at this moment.

"Zhang...Director Zhang, the number of viewers in Shen Yan's live broadcast has exceeded 5 million."

Zhang Zhiquan is the chief director of the program group. He didn't come to the grassland with him, but stayed in the capital. He is the chief director and is responsible for the overall management work. It only needs to have an executive director with the group.

At this moment, he had already fallen asleep, and when he heard the phone ring, he hurried to the study with his mobile phone, but after hearing what the staff said, he staggered and almost dropped his mobile phone on the ground.

"How much... how much?"

"5 million."

"Why did it suddenly increase so much? Is there a problem with the website data?"

"No, it's the real increase in the number of people. Just now, Shen Yan sang a song, and the response was quite good. …

"Okay, I got it!" Zhang Zhiquan hung up the phone after listening to the staff talking a little excitedly.

After pondering for a moment, he turned on the computer on the desk and entered Shen Yan's live broadcast room. At this moment, the number of people in the live broadcast room had dropped slightly, but there were still more than 430 million people.

This data is already very scary. Although the number of people in the live broadcast room will be a little watery, because one account can watch many live broadcast rooms, but generally speaking, there is not much error.

Even with a discount of more than 430 million, it is still about 400 million.

What does the number of 400 million represent?

It means that nearly one-fifth of the viewers of Mango Video Network are watching this live broadcast room.

The number of people in the live broadcast room is more and more difficult to increase. It is easy to reach 100 million, but it is difficult to reach 100 million to 200 million, and it will be more difficult to reach 200 million to 300 million.

Right now, among the eight live broadcast rooms of Hua'er and the Youth League, only Shen Yan can reach more than 300 million, and Tong Liya and the others can't do it.

A new head, a person who only spent 20 yuan, turned out to be the biggest attraction of the show.

It's pretty dramatic, I have to say.

Chapter 91

The Bayar family left, riding tall horses, wearing stars and wearing moon and stars, disappearing at the end of the grassland, with a particularly simple and unrestrained style.

Lei Jiayin and Shen Yan came over to see each other off together. Seeing the disappearing Bayar family, Lei Jiayin sighed, "Sure enough, riding a horse is a man's romance."

Shen Yan nodded, and said, "Only if you ride a horse can you be considered a real man."

"Hey hey hey!"

Lei Jiayin let out a strange smile, and raised an eyebrow at Shen Yan.

This is a connotation joke between men.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening. After a day's driving, everyone was tired. After washing up, they got into the tents and got ready to sleep.

Shen Yan washed his face, brushed his teeth, and changed into a pair of big trousers and a pure cotton T-shirt.

He got into a tent, and as soon as he lay down, he realized that he seemed to have overlooked a problem.

Hua'er and the Youth League have eight people, which is an even number, and four double tents are just enough to sleep, which is no problem.The problem is, they are three men and five women, so there must be one man and one woman sleeping in the same tent, so who will sleep with whom?

Without waiting for Shen Yan to guess, Tong Liya got into his tent. The woman put the slippers at the entrance of the tent, turned around and zipped up the tent, then knelt down and started spreading the quilt.