After the breakup, my identity as a singing god was exposed

After driving along the rugged mountain road for more than an hour, Liu Xuan finally saw the whole picture of Zhagana.

A village that seems like a paradise on earth.

It is hidden among the mountains, whose peaks are as high as the clouds.

The azure sky is hung with rolling white clouds, like a shy and charming Tibetan girl dancing under the blue sky and white clouds, attracting people who come here to see it.

At the foot of the towering mountains are green grasslands that echo the blue sky in the distance.

It is a beauty that cannot be expressed in words, and a scene that cannot be described in words.

Liu Xuan was shocked by the beautiful picture. It was like a scroll painting, inlaid in the land of the motherland, isolated from the world.

Liu Xuan parked the car on the side of the road, got out and walked to the observation deck, opened his arms and felt the grandeur of this stone city and the call from ancient times.

For the first time, he had the desire to share, so he took a picture of the scene and sent it to Chang Qian.

He didn't have time to wait for Chang Qian's reply, so he got back into the car, drove down the mountain along the winding dirt road, and drove into the ancient city.

The locals welcomed him warmly.

Liu Xuan drove the car all the way down to the parking lot at the bottom.

After getting off the bus, he first walked around the village full of ethnic customs, and then had a meal in a restaurant with strong ethnic characteristics.

After this tourist village was discovered, the entertainment facilities here have become very complete. There are not only restaurants and homestays with local characteristics, but also bars, KTVs and other entertainment venues.

Liu Xuan walked around for the whole afternoon, and the dark clouds that had been weighing on his heart were finally dispelled.

He did not find the isolated island in his heart, far away from the world, but he found a paradise.

I have heard that this place is very beautiful, but if you don’t experience it in person, you won’t be able to feel the freedom like the wind.

After sunset, a bonfire was lit in the open space near the parking lot.

People dressed in various costumes held hands, danced around the bonfire and sang Tibetan songs.

Liu Xuan did not join the crowd. He sat on the stone steps outside the venue, quietly watching the fireworks of the world.

He carried a guitar on his back, like a wanderer from afar.

In the crowd, there was a woman in red who was particularly eye-catching. She was tall, wearing a red gauze skirt and a veil. She looked like a princess from an ancient foreign country, dancing gracefully in the center of the crowd near the bonfire.

She is full of enthusiasm, like a dancing butterfly, passionate as fire.

Even though she was wearing a veil, Liu Xuan felt that she must be very beautiful, incredibly beautiful.

Someone patted his shoulder and Liu Xuan turned around.

He is a man wearing Tibetan clothes and having long hair and beard.

He is very strong and should be a local Tibetan.

"Why don't you go over there?"

He looked at Liu Xuan with a smile and spoke with a thick accent.

This is a young man, who looks about the same age as Liu Xuan.

Liu Xuan smiled and shook his head: "I can't let go."

"Let's go, let's go!"

The Tibetan youth grabbed Liu Xuan's arm without saying a word and pulled him into the crowd.

Soon, Liu Xuan adapted to the atmosphere and danced to everyone's tune.

I also temporarily forgot my worries.

Late at night, people gradually dispersed.

The Tibetan youth accompanied Liu Xuan for a walk in the parking lot.

"How is the situation here?" The Tibetan youth looked at Liu Xuan as he walked.

“Very nice, relaxing and peaceful!”

Liu Xuan gave a very high evaluation and said three good words in succession.

"You must be a good singer!" said the Tibetan youth, pointing at the guitar on Liu Xuan's back.

Liu Xuan smiled and said, "A little bit!"

The Tibetan youth grinned, showing his white teeth: "Let's sing some songs. Many wandering singers have come here before. I really like listening to them sing!"

Liu Xuan glanced at him and did not refuse because he also wanted to sing.

So the two of them found an open space and sat down.

Liu Xuan held the guitar, looked at the mountains in the distance that were shrouded in darkness, and quickly locked on a song.

Liu Xuan plucked the strings with his fingers and his body swayed to the rhythm.

"Draw a moon for the lonely night sky,

Draw me singing under the moon,

Draw a big window for the old house.

Draw another bed—"

As soon as Liu Xuan opened his mouth, the Tibetan youth gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

After the bonfire died down, some people who had not left noticed the situation here and gathered around.

Someone took out his cell phone and started recording a video.

Liu Xuan noticed these people who came following the singing. He just smiled at them and did not stop singing.

In the twilight, many people could not see Liu Xuan's face, but were impressed by his singing.

"Draw a girl to accompany me,

Draw a lace quilt.

Draw the stove and firewood.

We were born together and live together—"

“Didi didi didi didi…”

A chant completely ignited people's enthusiasm. Some of them turned on their flashlights and swayed to the rhythm, while others put their hands to their mouths to cheer.

Perhaps they are all people who have struggled in the city, and after getting away from the hustle and bustle of the city, they are reluctant to leave this tranquility.

So when the bonfire died down, they still stayed here.

"Draw a flock of birds around me,

Then draw the green hills and green slopes,

Painting tranquility and peace,

Raindrops are falling on the rice fields."

"There's a rainbow in the painting that you can touch with your hands.

The painting contains the starry sky that I have decided will never fade.

Draw a curved and endless flat path,

The people at the end are like a dream..."

There was no more shouting at the scene. People turned on the lights quietly and listened to Liu Xuan's singing.

The picture described in the lyrics is the place that people who come here yearn for in their hearts, full of quietness and peace.

Perhaps everyone has a paradise in their heart, with a house full of the smell of fireworks, a starry sky and rainbow, and a lover by their side.

“Paint the mother’s peaceful pose,

There are disputes that can be erased with an eraser,

The painting shows that there is no need to worry about food in all four seasons.

Leisurely people have no worries....”

If this song ends here, it may be a beautiful fantasy, but dreams always end, and after waking up, we find that we are still in the world that we cannot escape, so:

"I have no eraser to erase the quarrel;

There is only a pen that draws loneliness.

The moon in the night sky no longer shines,

Only a melancholy child was singing. "

"Paint a moon for the lonely night sky——"

Folk songs have gradually faded out of everyone's sight, largely because they are like a group of people who moan without reason, using songs to express the beauty in their hearts, just like the ancient bards, and are not understood.

In this realistic society, where everyone is struggling to survive, this kind of chanting is considered artificial.

Liu Xuan put down the guitar.

There was a sudden burst of applause.

"One more song!"

"Ooh!"

The Tibetan youth sitting next to Liu Xuan was also surprised: "I didn't expect you to be so good. What's the name of this song? How come I haven't heard of it before?"

Liu Xuan said: "Painting is my original song."

The Tibetan youth nodded suddenly.

Liu Xuan did not reject everyone's enthusiasm. After straightening the guitar, he began to sing the next song.

When he played the guitar, he tapped his palms on the guitar to act as drum beats.

When the familiar melody sounded, the crowd became lively and people kept shouting.

"I landed on the river, facing the cliffs.

Flowers are blooming in Weining Caohai.

Who hung the moon in the sky?

The words I want to say flow into the sea,

Flowing into the sea...”

After singing this part, someone in the crowd shouted, "Dude, you are possessed by Liu Xuan, your voice is so similar to Liu Xuan?!"

Many people nodded in agreement.

Liu Xuan didn't say anything and continued singing.

After this rap, it was time for the part that everyone could sing.

Many people started singing along.

"Over the endless mountains,

Across the endless sea,

If the expectation is still there,

Spring always brings flowers to bloom,

Please stay quietly.

Let dreams sweep away this dust..."

The sound of the singing along was so loud that it directly drowned out the sound of Liu Xuan's playing.

Fortunately, the sound itself was not too high at this time, at least the sound of Liu Xuan and the guitar could still be heard.

But then the chorus starts.

Liu Xuan felt that he had nothing to do with his job at all.

He simply gave up, put down his guitar, and sang along with the crowd, shaking his head.

"The Wumeng Mountains are connected to other mountains, and the moonlight shines on the Xiangshui Beach. Can anyone tell me that the heavens are calling you..."

When the song was halfway through, some "kind-hearted person" brought a speaker, bent over and ran over quickly, threw the microphone into Liu Xuan's arms, and then turned around and dived into the crowd.

Liu Xuan also enjoyed this atmosphere, so he simply stopped pretending and stood up with the microphone.

After singing a song about Lady Shexiang, they sang another song with the most dazzling ethnic style.

The scene was extremely exciting, and more and more people joined the chorus.

The small parking lot was packed with people.

Everyone turned on the lights and kept shaking.

"You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky. Let me keep you here with all my heart. Sing the most dazzling folk song leisurely and let love sweep away all the dust..."

After singing the most dazzling ethnic style, the next song is Flying Freely.

"Who is singing, warming up the loneliness..."

It was not until about one o'clock in the morning that the crowd gradually dispersed and Liu Xuan could no longer sing.

After putting away the guitar, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Whose microphone and speakers are these? I don't want them to be taken away!"

Soon, a young man emerged from the crowd, ran over and looked at Liu Xuan with a smile, but was stunned the moment he saw Liu Xuan's face.

No wonder they sound so similar!

Liu Xuan put his hand to his mouth and made a gesture to keep quiet. He nodded tactfully, then ran away with the speakers and microphone.

Liu Xuan also put on sunglasses.

"Dude you're awesome!"

The Tibetan youth who had been accompanying him had not yet recovered from the atmosphere just now, and his body was twisting and turning.

Liu Xuan grinned.

"You're wearing sunglasses so late at night, are you really a celebrity?"

The Tibetan youth was somewhat skeptical.

Liu Xuan shook his head and said, "My eyesight is not very good, I am afraid of the wind."

The Tibetan youth had an expression of understanding.

Liu Xuan didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

When Liu Xuan was about to leave, he saw the girl in the red gauze dress in the crowd again.

She was also looking at him, and the two smiled and nodded, then passed each other.

"Brother, what's your name?" The Tibetan youth put his arms around Liu Xuan's neck.

"Liu Xuan, what about you?"

Although Liu Xuan was taller than him, he was as thin as a dog next to him.

The Tibetan youth scratched his head, feeling that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

If he couldn't remember, he wouldn't bother about it. He patted Liu Xuan's chest and said, "My name is Pencuo Sangji, a local, and I'm very famous in Zhagana. If you run into trouble here, tell me my name, it will help!"

Liu Xuan nodded helplessly.

As soon as he walked out of the parking lot, Liu Xuan suddenly remembered something very important.

I forgot to book a hotel!

It is the peak tourist season now, so there are definitely no rooms available at this time.

Liu Xuan slapped his head, feeling like crying but without tears.

"What's wrong brother?"

Pengcuo Sangji looked at him in confusion.

Liu Xuan cried, "I forgot to book a hotel!"

"Hahahaha." Pencuo Sangji burst into laughter.

This made Liu Xuan's already depressed mood even worse.

But Pentso Sangji hugged his neck and said, "It's okay, brother. If you have nowhere else to go, just stay at my house!"

Liu Xuan sighed, feeling relieved, but still said, "I'll look for it again."