After singing another song, Kong Qianqian couldn't wait to turn her head to look at Jiang Beiran. Just as she was about to speak, she let out another "Ouch" and looked at her senior sister aggrieved.
After closing the book, Jiang Beiran nodded and said, "Miss Qianqian, your voice is actually more suitable for another genre, you can try to listen to it."
After Jiang Beiran finished speaking, he sang a short section of "Sanlimei" in falsetto, and just after singing, Kong Qianqian stood up and applauded at the risk of thigh pain: "It sounds good, it sounds good, Brother Jiang, please sing the whole part. "
As soon as Kong Qianqian finished speaking, he tensed his thigh muscles, but the pain he imagined did not come.
So he turned around and asked Mu Yao, "Senior Sister, why didn't you pinch me this time?"
Mu Yao, who was pretending to close her eyes and concentrate, really wanted to stand up and strangle Kong Qianqian to death, what a talker!
Seeing Mu Yao's expression of suffocating herself, Jiang Beiran held back a smile and said, "Miss Mu also likes to listen to music?"
"It's just a matter of killing time, not a hobby."
Kong Qianqian immediately said after listening: "Senior sister, didn't you say that among the three major hobbies in your life, listening to music is ranked... ouch!"
"Just being willing to run around with this treasure is enough to show that Mu Yao really likes listening to music..."
"Qianqian, if you talk nonsense again, I'll pull out your tongue!" Mu Yao said viciously.
"Yes..." After Kong Qianqian finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Beiran and said, "Brother Jiang, what school did you come from just now?"
"This one, it's called Cheng Pai. It's a subtle, deep, and graceful singing style. It's soft on the outside and strong on the inside. It's very suitable for you."
"Then... can you teach me?"
Kong Qianqian asked with a flattering face, the hopeful light in his eyes reminded Jiang Beiran of Mo Xia holding a chessboard and looking at him.
"I can't just teach you this, it's all passed down from the ancestors."
"I am willing to worship you as my teacher!" Kong Qianqian said and was about to kneel on the ground.
"Don't, don't, don't." Jiang Beiran supported Kong Qianqian, "I don't accept apprentices easily."
When Kong Qianqian heard this, she hurriedly begged, "Brother Jiang, just accept me, please."
"Well..." Jiang Beiran thought for a moment, and said, "Then it depends on your next performance. In short, you stand up first."
"Yes." Kong Qianqian immediately stood up straight.
"When it comes to singing, the voice is generally clear, crisp, round, smooth, sweet, and bright. You do a good job in clearing this, but you need to improve on the rest."
"Qing... crisp... wait a minute, Mr. Jiang, please wait a moment." Kong Qianqian quickly shook Mu Yao and asked, "Senior sister, senior sister, do you have a pen and paper for me?"
After being shaken twice, the veins on Mu Yao's forehead bulged, and she said two words through the gap between her teeth: "No!"
"I have it, here it is for you." Jiang Beiran took out a pen and paper from the Qiankun Ring and handed it to Mu Yao.
"Thank you, sir." Taking Jiang Beiran's pen and paper, Kong Qianqian wrote down the words Qing and Crisp seriously, and then his brain capacity began to run short.
Seeing Kong Qianqian racking his brains, Jiang Beiran couldn't bear to remind him: "The back is round, round, sweet and bright."
"Oh, thank you sir." After Kong Qianqian finished speaking, he wrote down the four words.
"Well, you sing two more songs, and I'll hear what your problem is."
"OK!"
At noon, Min Niu's cart stopped suddenly, and Ah Niu, who was driving the cart, lifted the curtain and said, "This girl sings really well, I've been driving hard all the way."
Kong Qianqian, who was praised, smiled shyly, and quickly waved his hands and said, "I'm not good at singing, I'll make you laugh."
At this moment, Jiang Beiran asked, "Why did Brother A Niu suddenly stop the car?"
"Oh, it just happened to drive to a small stream. I saw a nice view, and I wanted to ask if you want to make a fire and cook here?"
"Alright." Jiang Beiran nodded, looked at the other two and said, "Are you hungry?"
Kong Qianqian, who sang all morning, responded immediately: "Okay, okay, I'm already hungry~ Senior Sister, let's go down to eat." Then he pulled Mu Yao and walked out of the car.
Stepping out of the cabin, Jiang Beiran took a deep breath, thinking that the scenery here is really good, the golden sunlight reflected in the creek is really beautiful.
It was also after coming to the Xuanlong Continent that Jiang Beiran realized that his dead house attributes were mixed with a hobby of looking at scenery.
In the past, Jiang Beiran always felt that in the modern society with human governance, the environment should be considered quite good. After all, the scenic spot was cleaned and managed by people.
But after coming here, Jiang Beiran found that although the place where there were people was as messy and messy as he imagined, the yellow mud road that would sink in if he stepped on it, all kinds of cow dung covered the ground, and even the roadside when the harvest was poor There were several dead bodies everywhere.
But the place where there is no one is indeed beautiful, with blue sky and white clouds, and the forest is full of vitality.
While Jiang Beiran was admiring the flowing stream, Kong Qianqian had already taken out the pots and pans from the Qiankun ring, and even built a stove.
After fetching some water from the stream, Kong Qianqian called out to Jiang Beiran, "Sir~ what do you want to order? I brought a lot of delicious food."
'This Qianqian is really well-trained...'
Jiang Beiran, who understood more and more why Mu Yao would rather agree to listen to her than to throw Kong Qianqian out of the car, smiled at her and said, "Just eat by yourself, I'm ready to eat myself."
"Sir, you're welcome, I..."
"Qianqian!" Mu Yao shouted at this time, "Who told you to invite him?"
"Oh..." Kong Qianqian, who had been trained, had no choice but to choose the dishes first.
After admiring the scenery, Jiang Beiran also chose a place to set up a fire, and also took out the pots and pans from the Qiankun ring.
Kong Qianqian, who had been secretly observing Jiang Beiran's side, shouted, "Do you also like to cook by yourself, sir?"
Jiang Beiran smiled and nodded at Kong Qianqian after listening.
Sitting on a small bench, Mu Yao glanced at Jiang Beiran, and couldn't help thinking.
'Hmph, show off, I'll use Qianqian's dishes to make you hungry later. '
Putting the marinated pork on the chopping board, Jiang Beiran was thinking about what side dishes to make today when he suddenly heard Min Niu, who was grazing beside him, say, "The grass here is really tender, not bad."
Jiang Beiran couldn't help laughing after hearing this, took out a bulging cloth bag from the Qiankun Ring and walked over.
Seeing Jiang Beiran who was preparing to eat just now walking towards him suddenly, Min Niu took a step back with a "moo".
In Jiang Beiran's ears, the "moo" turned into "Come again and I'll beat you to death!"
Making a gesture to Min Niu to calm him down, Jiang Beiran opened the bag to let out the smell inside.
"What delicious is this!"
Min Niu wagged his tail and looked at Jiang Beiran hesitantly.
Jiang Beiran slowly walked up to it and knelt down to pour out the contents of the bag.
"Let's eat."
Min Niu leaned forward and smelled it, and immediately started to gobble it up.
A Niu on the side asked in surprise: "My lord, what did you feed him? This cow is usually very picky, and doesn't eat anything except young grass. This is the first time I've seen him eat anything else."
Jiang Beiran replied with a smile: "It's just some grains."