Zhang Huan sang a song "Border of Butterfly Spring" in Butterfly Spring, and then got out of hand.
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Related topics immediately became hot searches, and videos of Zhang Huan singing were all over the Internet.
"Damn it, are you just talking?"
"Full of flowers, flowing water, villages, white clouds, butterflies..."
"Isn't this a portrayal of the scenery where they are at this time? Is Zhang Huan singing impromptu?"
Creating is hard enough, but improvising is even harder.
As for Zhang Huan, such a beautiful song seems to come out of his mouth.
Even though people had already been completely convinced by his talent, they were shocked again at this time.
"With this creative ability, he will definitely dazzle the entire entertainment industry."
"The way you look at Bingbing, you really don't hide it."
"No wonder Bingbing, what woman can handle such a handsome and talented man?"
After finishing the song, Zhang Huan put the guitar back on his back, picked a flower from the side and inserted it into Bingbing's head.
Bingbing, who was already sweet, suddenly became even sweeter, and the sun seemed to shine brighter when she smiled.
"The sour smell of love."
Xiao Sa couldn't stand it anymore, "Please, our show is not a romance show. Don't suddenly start giving us sugarcoats."
Is this candy?
Many viewers looked at this scene speechlessly, although they also felt that this scene was indeed very sweet and beautiful.
However, few people think this is sugar-coating.
No matter how talented Zhang Huan is, he is still a scumbag. How can he eat the candy given by a scumbag?
The audience in the live broadcast room is not indulging in CP, but is being generous and feeling helpless.
"Perhaps this is a moth flying into a flame."
When people were sighing, they were still immersed in Zhang Huan's singing.
Holding hands, Zhang Huan, Bingbing, and Xiao Sa have arrived at the real Butterfly Spring.
All kinds of butterflies that have never been seen before are parked on the trees nearby, and from time to time groups of them fly all over the sky.
In an already nice environment, the decoration of these butterflies makes it seem like a fairyland on earth.
"Zhang Huan, there are so many butterflies, it's really beautiful here."
Bingbing was as happy as a child, and Zhang Huan was also intoxicated.
Having seen the Butterfly Spring in the original time and space, and then seeing such a scene, he felt more deeply than anyone else.
"I hope this charming scene can last forever, but don't let it be ruined."
What a shame it would be if one day there were no more butterflies in the Butterfly Spring here.
"I believe the local people will definitely protect this place."
Xiao Sa nodded, and then said: "I heard that there is a charming love legend about Butterfly Spring."
"Well, let's find someone to tell everyone about this beautiful legend."
Perhaps, love is the emotion that people long for most.
Therefore, any special attraction must have some love story behind it, and it is usually quite poignant.
It can even be said that this is a routine.
"Teacher Xiao Sa, Teacher Zhang Huan, and Teacher Bing Bing, welcome to Butterfly Spring."
As Xiao Sa greeted him, the person in charge of Butterfly Spring appeared in the camera with excitement.
Before they even arrived in Dali, Zhang Huan and the others seemed like auspicious stars descending from heaven, becoming the lucky stars of Dali.
They are stars, recording programs, and can bring popularity and tourists. They will be warmly received wherever they go.
Not to mention, the official has repeatedly emphasized that we must receive and cooperate well.
For this reason, Butterfly Spring has made complete preparations and is happily preparing to welcome their arrival.
As a result, no one expected it, but the surprise was far more than that.
Zhang Huan and the others have just arrived and haven't seen each other yet. The song "Border of Butterfly Spring" is enough to make Butterfly Spring famous.
This directly caused all the staff in the entire scenic area to look at Zhang Huan with eyes that were hotter than Bing Bing's.
"Teacher Zhang Huan, you do this. Teacher Zhang Huan, you drink tea."
The staff greeted them warmly and introduced them to everything here.
Tell the love story about Butterfly Spring and watch the folklore show rehearsed in the scenic spot.
Bingbing stood close to Zhang Huan, holding his hand and watching with gusto, "Is this Caiyun Folk Song?"
Zhang Huan nodded, "It should be said that this is a relatively...healthy Caiyun folk song."
Folk songs should be regarded as a folk culture that exists throughout Yanhua, among which Caiyun's folk songs are relatively outstanding.
There are many kinds of folk songs in Caiyun, and many of them belong to the more unrestrained type.
In the original time and space, when the Tianya Community was still at its peak, the Folk Song Cult was already popular all over the Internet.
Later, masterpieces such as "Nothing Tastes More Than Mineral Water" once became the treasure of barrage websites.
The classic lyrics "Old driver, take me with you" are even more widely known.
However, in this time and space that has not been baptized by this folk song, driving and old drivers have not yet been given connotative meanings.
Bingbing was very curious when he heard what he said, "Is there anything unhealthy about this folk song?"
Zhang Huan looked at the cameraman's lens. This was a China Television program. In order to protect the live broadcast room, it was better not to discuss it in depth.
So, he could only whisper to Bingbing, "I will sing to you at night."
This scene once again made the audience in the live broadcast room grit their teeth.
"Do they really think this show is a romance show?"
"This is a love affair at public expense, damn it."
Xiao Sa was hit hard again and felt left out again.
He pretended to be aggrieved and complained, "What are you two whispering about? Can you take my feelings into consideration."
The staff at the scenic spot were smiling and didn't mind Zhang Huan and Bing Bing's show of affection at all.
If it weren't for the two people chatting with each other, Zhang Huan might not be able to sing the song "Butterfly Spring".
If Zhang Huan could sing more songs and write more poems, they would be even more happy to see it. Does it matter what a scumbag is?
It is impossible to denounce him, and they are willing to provide Zhang Huan with all conveniences.
As long as he is interested and in a good mood, anything will do.
At this time, Zhang Huan was in a good mood and stood up with a slap on his thigh.
"Bingbing and I were discussing folk songs. Originally, there was a folk song that I wanted to sing to her quietly."
"Now that it's brought up, I wonder if you are interested?"
Damn it, is there a surprise?
The staff at the scenic spot were so happy that they almost suffocated, while Xiao Sa was surprised, "You can actually sing folk songs?"
Zhang Huan said lightly: "After hearing so much, I have learned to listen well."
He walked among the folk performers and said, "Teachers, what do you think of my folk song?"
·Ea na, mountain to mountain, cliff to cliff
·Bees come to the mountains to pick flowers
·Bees die gathering flowers
·Liang Shanbo is Zhu Yingtai
·Ea Na Liang Shanbo is Zhu Yingtai
·Ea na, mountain to mountain, cliff to cliff
·The river is across the river from Nilai
·The brother carries the stone and the sister carries the sand
·Lift the flower bridge and walk across Ni Lai
