Times were developing, society was progressing, and the influence of modern civilization was everywhere. The Mongolians, who had lived a nomadic life for generations, were gradually changing their way of life.
Many young people in the tribe went out to explore the bustling big cities and see the more wonderful world outside. Some never returned, and some went and came back again.
But for those who left and those who continued to stick to this land, the prairie would always be their home, their root, and their spiritual sustenance that could not be erased by thousands of mountains and rivers.
Lu Chen's song, "The Beautiful Prairie Is My Home," was also the voice of the herdsmen, so it touched their hearts and shook their souls.
They couldn't calm down for a long time!
"Good!"
Uncle Qiyan's roar woke up those who were still immersed in the song.
Holding a big bowl of horse milk wine, he strode in front of Lu Chen and said in a deep voice, "Young man, this is the best song I, Qi Yan, have ever heard in my life. This bowl of wine is for you!"
This was Gegentana's father, a Mongolian man. He had the back of a tiger, the waist of a bear, and the appearance of a boorish man. His square face was dark red, and his hair was thick. He looked powerful and strong, and he exuded a valiant aura.
But when he looked at Lu Chen, his eyes were full of admiration.
Lu Chen quickly put down the horse-head zither and took the huge bowl with both hands.
Uncle Qiyan was the owner of this hunting ground, equivalent to the tribe's leader. He personally toasted Lu Chen. Even if he was drunk, he couldn't refuse this bowl of wine.
Fortunately, the horse milk wine was a low-alcohol wine, mild in nature, and not to the point of intoxication. So Lu Chen put the silver bowl to his mouth and drank the wine in one gulp, without missing a drop.
"Good!"
Uncle Qiyan praised loudly again and gave Lu Chen a thumbs-up, and the surrounding herdsmen cheered in unison.
Lu Chen conquered this group of unruly grassland men with his performance.
Zhang Ke, who was sitting not far away, saw this and sighed in his heart. Although he was a film director and not a music professional, his understanding of music undoubtedly far exceeded that of ordinary people.
Zhang Ke had never heard of "Beautiful Prairie My Home," but it was absolutely impossible for such a song with a beautiful melody and moving lyrics to remain unknown.
The only explanation was that it was Lu Chen's original work, and he had improvised it after he came to the Mongolian Steppe.
In the circle, Lu Chen is famous for his creativity and is known as the No. 1 of the new generation of singers.
What kind of talent was that?
Zhang Ke had seen many talented and capable young people, but Lu Chen had undoubtedly left the deepest impression on him.
An idea suddenly popped into the director's mind.
Begging Uncle asked, "Young man, who wrote the song you are singing?"
"His name is Lu Chen, and he is Sister Fei 'er's boyfriend!"
At this time, Gegentana came out and revealed Lu Chen's identity. She looked at Lu Chen with longing eyes and asked, "Brother Lu Chen, this song is really beautiful. Can you teach me? I want to sing it to all the grassland people at this year's White Festival party!"
The "White Festival" was the most solemn and grand annual festival of the Mongolians, equivalent to the Spring Festival. Starting on the first day of the first lunar month, people made New Year's greetings to each other, toasted, dined, sang and danced to their heart's content, and had entertainment to celebrate the health and happiness of the whole year.
Begging Uncle Qiyan smiled and touched his daughter's head.
This was his most cherished pearl.
Lu Chen said with a smile, "I wrote this song. If you like it, I'll let you sing it."
"Really?"
Gegentana was surprised and delighted. She clapped her hands and said, "That's great!"
Her laughter was as pleasant as a silver bell, full of joy and joy.
Many people in the crew looked at Gegentana in a different way, because the latter obviously did not know that the price of a song by Lu Chen was one of the highest in the circle!
Lu Chen was able to rise miraculously in the entertainment circle and win the heart of Chen Fei 'er. His talent in music creation was the most important factor, and he had made more than one or two new stars popular.
Gegentana got the song "Beautiful Grassland My Home". Even if it was just a cover, as long as she manipulated it, did it mean that a star would rise on the grassland?
Others could not get it, but she could get it with just a word. How could people not be envious, jealous, and hateful!
"Really?"
Begging Uncle Qiyan was also surprised. He widened his eyes, waved his hand and said, "Bring another bowl of wine!"
The way this grassland man expressed his gratitude and admiration was always so simple and direct!
It was hard for Lu Chen to refuse such hospitality, so he had to drink another big bowl of horse milk wine.
Even if the alcohol content of horse milk wine was low, it could not withstand such drinking. After finishing the second bowl, his face turned red, and he was really a little drunk.
Begging Uncle Qiyan laughed and patted Lu Chen on the shoulder. "Good man!"
Lu Chen could only smile bitterly.
After the bonfire dinner, Lu Chen was supported by Chen Fei 'er and staggered back to her tent.
Helping Lu Chen lie down on the soft and comfortable bed, Chen Fei 'er fetched some hot water, wrung a towel in the basin, and thoughtfully put it on his face.
The heat seeped into the skin through the pores, making people feel comfortable, and also made Lu Chen's drunkenness dissipate a lot. He took a long and comfortable breath, and his whole person became much more sober.
Chen Fei 'er said coquettishly, "You drank too much last night!"
Lu Chen said helplessly, "I didn't want to, but they all came to get me drunk."
In addition to the herdsmen, the crew members also tried to get him drunk. Even Shi Lang had offered him a bowl, so how could he not drink?
Of course he couldn't, so he drank too much.
Chen Fei 'er said in disgust, "You reek of alcohol. Don't touch me at night."
Lu Chen chuckled and suddenly reached out to grab her, pulling her directly into his arms, and leaned over to kiss her.
He said vaguely, "I want to touch you!"
Chen Fei 'er giggled and resisted. She turned her head and said, "Then sing me a song, one I haven't heard before."
She had made similar requests several times, and she was pleasantly surprised every time.
This time, Lu Chen even gave Gegentana a song!
Lu Chen gave up and pretended to be deep in thought. After a while, he said, "Got it!"
He hugged Chen Fei 'er and hummed softly in her ear.
"In a faraway place, there is a good girl."
"When people pass by her accounting room, they will look back longingly."
"Her pink smiling face, like the red sun."
"Her beautiful and moving eyes, like the bright moonlight at night."
"…"
"I would like to be a little lamb, to follow her to herd sheep, I would like her to hold a thin whip …"
"Keep hitting me gently."
Lu Chen's singing became very, very soft, and in the end, it was almost undetectable. Then, it turned into the sound of even breathing.
He couldn't resist the alcohol and had already fallen asleep.
Chen Fei 'er tightly leaned against Lu Chen's broad chest. She only wished that time would stop at this moment forever!
It was so warm.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
