A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

Li Mushang was actually quite surprised that Chen Jia went to Inner Mongolia to perform in the countryside, after all, this girl's hometown is over there.

In his impression, it was really a treasure land, with cows and sheep in the wind blowing grassland, and the endless green grassland, it was too beautiful to think about.

That night he arrived in Cobalt, Inner Mongolia. When he got off the plane and walked out of the airport, he could clearly feel that the clothes and environment of the people around him were different.

First of all, the uncle of the Mongolian cobalt tribe standing on his side, at least two meters tall, with a strong back like a bear, full of deterrence.

He is the guide that Yudie helped to find, responsible for driving Li Mushang to the place where Chen Jia went to the countryside to perform.

When the strong man saw Li Mushang, he walked over with big strides, showing a somewhat honest smile: "Hello, Li Mushang, I will call Hu Richa to take you to Arong Banner."

Mengyu is quite big, and the name of the field is also very difficult to pronounce.

The locals, especially some herdsmen, basically cannot speak Mandarin, and it is easy to get lost if there is no one to bring them.

Li Mushang didn't expect that this strong man who looked like a wrestler was actually the guide Xu Shan arranged for him. He was a little surprised, but he still stretched out his hand and said, "Brother Hu, you will have to work hard this time."

Hu Richa waved his hand boldly: "I really like your songs. I also form a band with a group of good friends on weekdays, but I basically perform abroad on weekdays."

No wonder Xu Shan knows this person, and the co-author is also a musician!

The two walked out of the airport. There were very few Mongolian people at night, and it was relatively empty.

Hu Richa drove an old-fashioned jeep, and the soft-top shed could be removed to turn it into a convertible.

This kind of old-fashioned jeep is quite a cushion to sit on, and the other party drove so fast along the way, Li Mushang, who usually doesn't get motion sickness, couldn't bear it.

He could only resist the urge to vomit and open his mouth to chat with the other party.

Only then did Li Mushang know that the band formed by Hu Richa and a group of friends is called Hanggai Band.

This is translated from Mongolian into Mandarin, which roughly means a beautiful world with fertile mountains and forests, blue sky, white clouds, grasslands, rivers, mountains and woods.

As a national rock band, in China, a country where rock and roll has been squeezed out to the ruins of silence.

They embarked on another path, that is, except for cobalt performances in Inner Mongolia, most of them went to foreign countries to participate in music festivals.

At present, it already has a high reputation in Europe and is very popular with foreign music fans.

Li Mushang felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it. It was too sad that the folk band in his own country had to rely on going abroad to perform.

The place where Chen Jia went to the countryside to perform happened to be in Hu Richa's hometown. The two hit it off and went on a local tour together. It happened that Xu Shan just found him and asked him to help pick someone up at the airport.

Fate is really wonderful sometimes, the world is really small if you say it is big or not.

After driving for about half an hour from the airport, the car left the main road and entered the grassland. The grassland at night is very beautiful, and you can look up at the countless stars twinkling.

Occasionally, animal calls can be heard, but it is impossible to distinguish what it is.

The headlights were a bit dim, and it was impossible to see the road ahead clearly, but Hu Richa was driving so fast that Li Mushang's heart was about to jump out.

This is even more exciting than riding a roller coaster or a big pendulum.

After continuing to drive for about an hour, flames appeared in the distance.

A yurt appeared in front of my eyes, and a huge bonfire could be seen from a long distance, and a group of people were singing and dancing.

The car stopped and the dusty Li Mushang just got out of the car and before he recovered his senses, Chen Jia threw himself into Li Mushang's arms.

"Brother Mushang, I miss you so much, is Guizhou fun?"

Li Mushang carefully looked at the current Chen Jia, the girl has changed into traditional Mongolian clothes, she is very beautiful!

He was even a little dazed, and Chen Jia noticed that Li Mushang was looking straight at him, with a little shyness on his face.

"What are you doing staring at him?"

Li Mushang scratched his head naively: "You look so beautiful in national costumes!"

The phrase "beautiful" seemed to be very useful to Chen Jia, she pulled the hem of her skirt and twirled it around.

While the two of them were chattering, Hu Richa came over again, this time he was twisting the big sea bowl in his hand, needless to say, it must be wine.

"Brother Li, welcome to Inner Mongolia as a guest. According to our custom here, you have to drink three bowls in a row."

Chen Jia's side is still more popular with people, and Li Mushang naturally became the object of their focus.

The people of Mongolia and Cobalt are famous for being hospitable, good at drinking, and forthright. The crowd cheered, and they couldn't be more enthusiastic.

Li Mushang couldn't refuse, he picked up the Dahai bowl and drank three bowls in a row.

This is the milk wine brewed by the herdsmen themselves. It has a milky aroma and a faint sweetness in the mouth.

He couldn't bear it after three bowls, but the herdsmen didn't let him drink any more, but sang songs around the campfire.

It may be due to the geographical relationship and living environment. The Mongolian herdsmen are born with good voices, and Li Mushang was taken aback when he heard the long tune and Humai.

Chen Jia smiled and took Li Mushang's hand, the two entered the crowd and jumped up together.

Li Mushang was born with uncoordinated hands and feet, and danced with all nine orifices blocked, but in this environment, he happily danced along.

After dancing, he tasted the local characteristic hand-handled mutton. The large pieces of fat and lean mutton were put into the pot, and only a small amount of seasoning was added to cook it.

It didn't taste like mutton at all, and it was full of meaty aroma after one bite. He was toasted several bowls of wine halfway, and when he regained his spirit, he was a little confused.

Hu Richa and others picked up their instruments to play at this time, and what surprised Li Mushang was the guitarist among them.

This man was wearing a black hat, his skin could be seen to be a bit dark, and he played a guitar quite well with a guitar in his hand.

The important thing is that he plays the violin backwards, not that he is left-handed playing the violin backwards, but that the strings are deliberately reversed.

This is quite difficult, similar to a book that you turn upside down and then turn to the last page and start reading from the last word.

Even a musician with basic skills as strong as Li Mushang can't help but sigh.

"The master is indeed among the people!"

He couldn't remember the follow-up, because Jiu Jin was completely overwhelmed, and he was broken.

This was the first time that Li Mushang drank to pieces, but it was an honor to drink with a group of bold Mongolian men.

When he woke up, it was already the morning of the second day, the sun rose from the horizon, and everything began to recover.

The youthful grassland looks more beautiful and beautiful during the day.