This song is the same as Li Shutong's "Motherland Song", but the rhyme is different. The original words were not very rigorous, so Zhao Chuanxin changed the words before and after without permission, and the effect was pretty good.
Zhao Chuanxin has always dealt with things rather than people. It doesn't matter if people are cool or not, the songs are good. His voice is less clear and more heroic. His singing is full of national dignity and the honor and disgrace of a great country.
It fits the background of this era very well. Li Shutong couldn't help but high-five, and the passengers around him were mesmerized.
There is already a lack of entertainment, and the train journey is even more boring. Someone sings and is so impassioned. What's the point of not applauding?
When the song ended, there was a wave of applause.
"Okay, one more!" Zhao Chuanxin and Li Shutong pressed their hands together: "Low-key, everyone should be low-key and reserved..." Li Shutong: "..." He thought for a while and said: "This song is not suitable for guitar playing and singing. .”
"It's okay, I'll play "Peasant" for you again!" - I drank until I was drunk after meeting, and I said it to my heart in the wind and rain.
Right and wrong pass by like smoke, and laughter and tears seep into the old well... I am Cao! Li Shutong was dumbfounded: "Is this Cantonese? Did you compose the song?"
"Ah." Speaking of shame, Zhao Chuanxin looked at the five continents and four oceans, and there was no one like him: "Yes, I did it, I just came up with it."
"..." Ning An's face was filled with admiration. As expected of Mr. Zhao, Yun Wen Yun Wu. Miao Cuihua held Zhao Chuanxin's arm and forgot to put it down.
Li Shutong didn't believe it... amidst the bursts of guitar and singing, the journey was not lonely. Rather than giving Zhao a salary and teaching, it is better to say that Li Shutong himself became more and more transparent as he talked. By the time he arrived in Fengtian, he could already play the guitar very smoothly.
You need to change trains in Fengtian. Zhao Chuanxin asked Ning An to take the rice to Qianmi Mountain, while he took Miao Cuihua to the car first.
In Fengtian, more and more people boarded the train to go to the capital. They were bustling with people from all walks of life, and the train station was crowded with people.
Zhao Chuanxin was a tall man. He protected Miao Cuihua with one hand and pulled her to both sides with the other: "Hey, hey, do you have the quality? Why are you squeezing? Get out of the way, otherwise you will be the better ones..." He said roughly People separate.
Li Shutong hid far away, wishing he could find a fast lane to get on the bus. With his reserved temperament, he really couldn't do such shameless behavior as Zhao Chuanxin.
Miao Cuihua wore a thick but well-fitting shirt, overalls, and a hard-brimmed boatman's hat.
She looked at Zhao Chuanxin's arrogant behavior with a smile, but felt a sense of security. Zhao Chuanxin has always been like this, and she is used to it.
Others complained, but Zhao Chuanxin ignored them. In front, there was a young man in his early twenties wearing a silk mandarin robe and a melon skin hat with a piece of jasper inlaid in the center of the hat.
He was accompanied by three attendants, one of whom also led a horse. Those who can transport horses on the train are generally those with a bit of energy.
Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand and said, "Do you want to be ethical? It's unreasonable to lead a horse at a train station." The young man turned around in shock, and was pushed aside by Zhao Chuanxin.
Zhao Chuanxin walked in front, followed by Ning An who was leading the horse, hanging Li Shutong from a distance. The young man saw that the other party was also holding the horse, and the horse followed Zhao Chuanxin step by step. It was obviously Zhao Chuanxin's, and he suddenly stopped.
Reading, you are holding a fucking horse, and you still have the nerve to talk to me? His entourage was angry first, and was about to get angry at Zhao Chuanxin, but was stopped by the young man.
The young man shouted to Zhao Chuanxin: "May I ask, can this horse be sold?" Mi Shan was among the horses, just like Zhao Chuanxin was among the crowd at this time. He was too tall and stood out from the crowd.
It's hard not to notice. Zhao Chuanxin turned around and bared his teeth: "Listen to my brother's advice, you can't control my horse." The attendant finally couldn't help it: "Bold, who are you?" Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "Get lost, you're too lazy Ignore you." The attendant wanted to speak, but the young man stopped him again.
Zhao Chuanxin turned to Ning An and said, "Put the horse on the train and come back quickly."
"Yes, sir." At first, the young man thought that Ning An was disguised as a man, and thought that the two women he brought with him were so beautiful, one was charming and the other was elegant.
As a result, when Ning An opened his mouth, his voice was a little thin but had masculine characteristics. The young man was confused. Is this a boy or a girl?
Trains were divided into first, second, and worst classes, similar to business and economy classes in later generations. The lowest-grade carriage is the one closest to the front, because it is powered by steam and requires coal.
Therefore, the wind blows with the coal dust, and the smell when entering the carriage is like sour vinegar. There are so many people, and it is as stuffy as a coffin.
Fortunately, on this train, the lowest-class carriages carry cargo and horses. Naturally, Zhao Chuanxin and others were seated in the first class.
The "luxury" carriage is in the last section. And the young man with the entourage is also in this section. After getting on the bus, by coincidence, the young man sat next to Zhao Chuanxin again.
It can only be said that at this time, even the rich people could enjoy limited high benefits. First-class carriages only had a few windows, so how much choice did they have?
Ning'an settled the horses, and almost the young man's entourage returned to the carriage. Soon, the train started moving.
The young man didn't seem to give up, and asked Zhao Chuanxin across the aisle: "Sir, are you really not going to sell that horse of yours? I am a good horse person, and I will never let it be wronged." It can be seen that. This guy really loves horses.
Zhao Chuanxin tilted his neck and hummed with his eyes closed, too lazy to pay attention to him. The scene was awkward for a time. The young man looked at Zhao Chuanxin, and Li Shutong, Ning An and Miao Cuihua looked at the young man. The two groups stared at each other, but Zhao Chuanxin was the only one who was distracted.
Miao Cuihua elbowed Zhao Chuanxin. Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes and said helplessly to the young man: "You just don't listen to advice. If you ride that horse, it will take you into a ditch." The young man did not feel dissatisfied and said: "I see Although its hooves are thick and its head and neck are inflexible, its body is extremely light. It may not be hot-blooded, but it has a sensitive temperament. It is broad, but it is extremely fast. This simply violates the rules of horses, is extremely abnormal, and makes people dare not I believe it." Zhao Chuanxin doesn't know how to read horses. He can tell whether a horse is good or bad just by riding it and running around for two times, and he knows everything.
Listening to what this young man said was clear and logical, and he listed Mishan's characteristics one by one, it was really not nonsense. It does appear that there are two brushes.
Mishan has the characteristics of drafting a horse and is surprisingly strong. For an ordinary horse, Zhao Chuanxin could even pull the horse down by grabbing its ears, but it was not possible for Mi Shan.
Horses kick people with their hind hooves, while oxen kick them sideways. So stand on the head of the horse, not the tail. It sounds like nonsense for a man to overturn a horse, but in fact, Zhao Chuanxin is not the only one who can do this.
At all times and in all countries, there are many people who can do it. Mishan's flexibility and fast running were not due to his own abilities at all, but to the elastic boots on his four hooves that Zhao Chuanxin prepared for him.
Increase speed, save effort, and have strong bounce. But what about Mi Shan’s character... Zhao Chuanxin just doesn’t care. Zhao Chuanxin felt it was inappropriate to describe it as a sensitive character.
Despicable is an appropriate description. He said solemnly: "Have you ever heard of a celestial horse? This horse of mine is a celestial horse. How can you, a mere mortal, control it? So I advise you to give up on this idea." The young man's entourage sarcastically said: " If it is a Pegasus, then aren't you a mortal body?" Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "You still have vision. I was extraordinary when I was born. It is said that the divine illumination chamber is full of light, and the purple energy carries nectar and comes out. The big star fell to the ground, and the fragrance lingered around the beams for three days. Crows circled in the sky, and owls came with letters. As soon as I was born, Po Wen exclaimed - This son has a majestic appearance and strange bones running through the top of his head. His ambition is broad. However, it is impossible to predict. When I was three years old, I could chant poems and compose poems. When I was five years old, I gave up literature and joined martial arts. I could bend a bow and shoot arrows. When I was ten years old, I could carry a cauldron. When I was twenty years old, the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China. I will tear the devil with my hands..."
