I knew that Zhang Huan had written a song, but I couldn't hear it immediately.
Everyone was itching unbearably, feeling as uncomfortable as a cat being scratched.
Fortunately, Caiyun Culture and Tourism Bureau did not keep everyone waiting long and released the song quickly.
After all, because of Zhang Huan and the others, the popularity of Caiyun, Dali and Lijiang is unprecedentedly high.
This is the perfect time to launch it. If you wait until people's enthusiasm fades, I'm afraid the effect won't be as good.
Therefore, when Zhang Huan and others arrived at Lugu Lake, the song "South of Colorful Clouds" had already been sung all over the Internet.
·Caiyunzhinan, the place to return
·The fragrance of the past blows in the wind
·Butterfly Spring Singing is flowing
·Lugu Lakeside, my heart is still rippling
After listening to the song, everyone had only one reaction, and that was: absolutely beautiful.
The style of this song is different from all Zhang Huan's previous songs. The main theme is melodious, which is so beautiful.
"Such a beautiful song is perfect for Caiyun's tourism promotion song."
"This melodious feeling simply doesn't fit too well."
"Now I want to hear the opinions of Mage fans. Why did you think Zhang Huan was avoiding his edge?"
"Compared to Zhang Huan's song, Master's song is just a piece of shit."
Although fans of the mage are still arrogant, the data does not lie.
After the navy retreated, the mage's songs were brought back to their original form and completely lost their popularity.
As for Zhang Huan's "South of Caiyun", it was broadcast all over Caiyun at one time, and it was all spontaneously done by people.
This made the mage even more unhappy, and he secretly vowed to make Zhang Huan look good and regain his face.
"Zhang Huan, just wait for me."
The mage clenched his fists, thinking about how to deal with Zhang Huan all the way.
As for Zhang Huan, his attention was not on him at all.
There are many ethnic minorities in Caiyun, and in the Lugu Lake Scenic Area, the majority are Mosuo.
Strictly speaking, the Mosuo people actually belong to the Naxi people. They are a branch, but they have unique customs and culture.
For example, many people get very excited when it comes to walking marriage.
Introducing these folk cultures was mainly Bingbing's job, while Zhang Huan and the others experienced it leisurely from behind.
After two days and one night in Tiger Leaping Gorge, I was busy recording songs for another day.
When they arrived at Lugu Lake, Zhang Huan and the others slowed down completely.
In addition to seeing the scenery and experiencing folk customs, feeling the wind blowing from the lake makes you feel like you are back on the shore of Erhai Lake.
Zhang Huan came out of the room and walked to the balcony. He saw Re Xiaodi standing on the wooden bridge and leaning on the guardrail, looking into the distance.
At this time, the sun is setting in the west, and the setting sun has burned through the clouds. It is simply stunning to see the beautiful scenery of the sky and water.
Zhang Huan thought about it, ran to the front desk and asked the boss, "Boss, do you have a drawing board here?"
The boss shook his head, "I'm sorry, Teacher Zhang Huan, I really don't have a drawing board."
After expressing regret, the boss immediately asked, "Teacher Zhang Huan, what do you want the drawing board for? Do you want to draw?"
Zhang Huan looked at Re Xiaodi outside and said, "There is a beautiful picture. It would be a pity not to draw it."
Although that is said, there is nothing we can do without a drawing board.
“Forget it if you don’t have it, just use your mobile phone to take pictures.”
He could only express his regrets and took out his mobile phone to go back to the balcony to take pictures of Re Xiaodi.
The boss suddenly had an idea, "Teacher Zhang Huan, although I don't have a drawing board here, I do have paint of all kinds."
"If you want to paint, just paint on the wall of the inn. It doesn't matter."
Not only does it not matter, the boss is full of expectations, eagerly hoping that Zhang Huan will accept this proposal.
There are two lucky travelers in Dali. There is an "Inscription on the Humble House" on Tiger Leaping Gorge, but both have become places of pilgrimage.
Zhang Huan had always written poems and articles before. If his paintings can be left behind, this would be the only one.
Zhang Huan knew what the boss was looking forward to, but it didn't matter.
He hadn't thought about it before. Seeing his boss's expectation, he thought it would be good to paint it on the wall.
This can increase your reputation and get rewards from the system, so why not do it.
"Well, I hope the boss won't be offended."
As soon as he agreed, the boss immediately went to find the paint and helped carry it to the balcony.
"Don't be surprised, don't be surprised. Teacher Zhang Huan, you can do whatever you want."
Seeing the boss like this, I was afraid that he would regret it.
In the live broadcast room, the audience was no longer calm, "No, Zhang Huan can also draw?"
His literary attainments and musical attainments can no longer be surpassed by anyone, which was already very subversive.
After all, he was a traffic artist with terrible business skills before.
But now he tells everyone that in addition to music and poetry, he can also draw?
Then are there too many people who know how to do it, are they so talented?
Amid people's doubts, Zhang Huan has already started painting.
I mistook the paint for oil paint and smeared it on the wall of the room on the left side of the inn near the sea.
Soon, the scene of Re Xiaodi leaning on the bridge and looking at the scenery, with the sea breeze blowing her long hair under the sunset, popped up.
Of course, Zhang Huan did not forget to include himself.
It turns out that not only can he draw, but he can also draw very well.
After the painting was finished, it was not finished yet. He followed it up with two more lines of poetry.
·You look at the scenery on the bridge
·The people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs
·The bright moon decorates your window
·You decorate other people’s dreams
Just put the payment at the end and it will be considered complete.
At this time, the innkeeper was almost crazy with joy. He was taking photos and posting them on WeChat Moments.
"Teacher Zhang Huan, your painting is so good, and this poem is also very good."
The innkeeper wanted to shout a few times to express his excitement. Many viewers in the live broadcast room really felt bad.
"Damn it, Zhang Huan can really draw. This level is definitely professional."
"It's another poem, tsk tsk."
"Brothers, I don't feel good. If Re Xiaodi sees this, how will she react?"
"What woman can stop me? Fat Di won't fall into Zhang Huan's arms again, right?"
"It's impossible, it's impossible. Fatty even said that he already has a boyfriend, and Zhang Huan and Bingbing are having a heated fight right now."
"Even if Re Xiaodi is touched, Bingbing will definitely not be able to revive their old relationship."
While the audience was already talking heatedly, Xiaosha and the others had noticed something was wrong with the inn staff.
"Zhang Huan seems to have made some noise again. Let's go and have a look."
When Xiao Sa, Bing Bing, Master and Brother Ji came to the balcony, Re Xiao Di seemed to have noticed something.
As soon as she turned her head, she saw Zhang Huanzheng looking at her with a smile on the balcony, and the paintings on the side came into view.
The audience, who were worried that she would be deceived by Zhang Huan again, almost burst into tears, "Fuck, Zhang Huan, you don't have martial ethics."
