After leaving the Drum Tower, Zhou Xueyan went back to school. He couldn't sleep outside for two days, and sleeping alone, that would be boring.
After that, I got together with the band again, and most of the time I traveled alone. Except for a trip to the Terracotta Warriors, I spent the rest of the time wandering around Xi'an, and then watched a performance at Tang Furong Garden.
There are so many performances in Xi'an. You can see people in ancient costumes acting or playing music at various scenic spots anytime and anywhere.
There are often beauties wearing Hanfu passing by on the streets. Those with cheerful expressions are mostly locals, and those with bright eyes and lively expressions are mostly tourists.
When Chen Xing walked in the streets and alleys of Xi'an, he could also see some street performers playing guzheng, as well as elderly people singing Qin opera in major squares.
Han culture and Tang culture seem to be integrated into everyone in Xi'an. However, the person Chen Xing met in Xi'an who he thought sang best was not a singer in a bar or an old man singing Qin opera in the square, but an elderly street performer who sang in a dialect of unknown southwest China.
Artists, traditionally, refer to performing arts. Street performers, that is, on the streets, whether singing, dancing, or expressing any kind of talent.
They use their talents in exchange for the expenses they need to make a living. This was the old man Chen Xing saw.
Chen Xing saw him at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda when he walked out of the row of souvenir shops and was about to enter the garden. This old man was very common. He had the image of an old farmer in the countryside, with a messy white beard and a white straw hat.
The instrument in his hand seems to be a yueqin or something. The bottom of the instrument is round, but it is still a plucked instrument.
Because Chen Xing prefers ancient culture, he knows a little more about ancient musical instruments than the average person, but he doesn't know what the specific name of this instrument is. Maybe it is Yueqin, but there is another difference.
He didn't put anything on him and just sat on the ground without caring about his appearance. There was a small leather bag next to him with some change in it.
"The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the sun is high, the wind is blowing, the boat is coming, and it is rocking all the way. For the one I love, I get up so early, no matter how far the road is, I am willing to work harder... "The tune is that of "Do You Know", but the words are different.
As soon as Chen Xing heard him singing, he knew it was a traditional folk tune. Maybe you know it, but he borrowed the composition from this song?
There were many people watching, but Chen Xing felt that many people here might not understand what the old man was singing.
It is originally a dialect of the southwest region, and the voices of the elderly are not very loud when singing. His singing sounds like watching old mainland movies from decades ago and listening to the people singing in them. This should be considered a style, at least Chen Xing likes it very much.
Chen Xing continued to listen to the old man singing two or three songs, and then took out his mobile phone. Ah, this...the old man didn't even put a payment code.
It's not Chen Xing's character to engage in prostitution for free. After listening to it for half an hour, he couldn't just give him nothing. The old man even looked at him and laughed several times.
Chen Xing quietly withdrew from the crowd and walked towards the small shop selling souvenirs over there. There are two rows of souvenir huts here, each about the same size as a newsstand. Many of these huts sell Hanfu, for both adults and children, just outside the wall of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.
He came here and asked: "Boss, can you give me a hundred yuan in exchange?"
"Change change? Don't want to buy anything?"
"Can I exchange it if I don't want to buy it?"
"No, brother, please go to the side and ask again. Now we pay with mobile phones. Where can I find 100 yuan in change for you? Let's go, let's go."
"Is it okay to pay in small amounts?"
"Can't change it, none!" Chen Xing looked at the things in his store. They were all keychains and other accessories. Chen Xing really didn't need them. He rarely takes keys with him when he goes out now, and his time at home is relatively short. , no need for these trinkets.
After changing to a store, Chen Xing asked again: "Boss, can you change some money? I want to give the old man singing over there some appreciation, but I really don't have any change." This store sells musical instruments, and the boss is a middle-aged woman.
"Exchange for what? Whole money for change?"
"No, I'll scan your WeChat account for 100 yuan. Just give me 100 yuan." The eldest sister stuck her head out and looked outside. She kept hearing sounds over there, but she couldn't hear clearly. Where her store is located The location is not easy to see either, and now I can only see an old man sitting on the ground among the crowd.
"Oh, it's so cold," she said. Chen Xing smiled and said, "Who says it's not true? But he sings very well and is a skilled person."
"Oh, it's useless to have a craft, and you can't make money with an old craft. Okay, okay, you can scan me, and give me ten yuan by the way, so we can do good things with you." The eldest sister took some money from her own pocket He took out a one-hundred-dollar bill and felt it was wrong, so he asked again: "Do you want a one-hundred-dollar bill or a hundred-dollar bill in change?"
"It will be all right."
"You give me a hundred?"
"Yes." She took out one hundred and one ten yuan sheets and handed them to Chen Xing, and said, "Good boy, come to Auntie's place to buy something later. Auntie will give you a discount."
"Thank you, Auntie." Chen Xing took the money and went back, putting the two bills in the old man's wallet. The old man saw a red ticket and looked up.
He rarely looked directly into the audience's face when singing, but he still had a deep memory of Chen Xing. He had looked at it several times before, but when he didn't see it, he came and gave me a hundred yuan?
"Thank you, thank you..."
"No, no, no, you sing very well, and there are ten dollars here, which were given by the eldest sister in the store over there." The old man sang beautifully, and the lyrics of the songs were deep. Chen Xing felt that this kind of person made a lot of money. More or less normal.
Much more elegant than those who make hundreds or tens of millions by plagiarizing songs. After leaving here, Chen Xing walked around the garden a few times. When it was almost seven o'clock, he came out and walked to the square outside.
At this time, there are many people gathered here, whether locals or tourists... because the musical fountain is about to start.
The fountain at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda sprays four times a day. Twelve o'clock, four o'clock, seven o'clock, nine o'clock. In summer, the fountain at nine o'clock is the most beautiful, because it is completely dark at nine o'clock, and the lights in the fountain will look very bright and beautiful.
But it’s winter now, March hasn’t arrived yet, and it gets dark early, so there are a lot of people at this seven o’clock spot.
When Chen Xing walked out, the lights on the Big Wild Goose Pagoda were already on. When he walked to the front of the square, the best place to watch the musical fountain, he found that there were children in front of him.
Forget it, don't squeeze with these children, they won't affect your view anyway.
