Taohuayuan signed in for a month and was longing for exposure

### Chapter 54 The Crooked Moon###

The night sky is dotted with stars, and a crescent moon hangs over the willow trees.

The boat rocked gently in the stream.

Not far away is Taoyuan Village, with hundreds of lights.

Miaomiao took over the helm of the boat, maintaining the balance of the boat, and the boat gradually slowed down, drifting with the current.

Lin Ye closed his eyes and spent half a minute recalling the classic ballad in his mind.

The water friends in the live broadcast room knew that Lin Ye was brewing emotions, so they were not in a hurry.

"The anchor is going to make a big move."

"Ultimate move CD is cooling down..."

"Have you noticed that the live broadcast picture is so clear, you must know that this is at night, such a clear picture quality is unbelievable."

"Yes, it's the same as the scenery we see with the naked eye, even the algae in the grass can be seen clearly, movie quality?"

There are not many bullet screens, and they occasionally float across the screen.

At this moment, amidst the sound of running water, Lin Ye's voice sounded.

It seemed that the surrounding water and insects were accompaniment to Lin Ye.

"In the distant night sky, there is a crooked moon..."

"The crooked moon, below is the crooked little bridge..."

"Beside the small bridge, there is a crooked boat..."

"The crooked boat, Yoyo is that childhood Gillian..."

...

Miaomiao was stunned when she heard Lin Ye's singing and looked at the surrounding scenery.

The lyrics are very ordinary, and the rhythm is very gentle, but the combination of the two gives a kind of ultimate enjoyment to people's ears.

Especially Lin Ye's soft humming gave Miaomiao a feeling of scalp tingling.

Can't say it's comfortable!

The live broadcast room fell into dead silence again.

This is an incredible thing for a live broadcast room with 10 people online.

The singing continues...

Lin Ye seemed to knead the night sky into a song, presenting it to everyone's eyes and ears.

"A-Jiao is rocking the boat, singing that ancient song..."

"The singing is blowing with the wind, and it floats on my face..."

"Tears are streaming down my face, like that crooked river..."

"O crooked river, flow into my heart..."

In the mushroom house not far away, Mr. He was finishing a song and was going to sing another famous piece. The gardenias were blooming. The melodious and melodious voice is extraordinarily clear in this night.

Huang Xiaochu was cracking sunflower seeds at the side, but he also stood up and listened attentively.

Damn, this song is perfect with the creek, pontoon, and moon.

"Director, are you holding back your big move?" Huang Xiaochu thought it was arranged by the director.

This singing voice, this musical attainment, is definitely at the master level.

How could there be such a master singer in the countryside? Huang Xiaochu and Mr. He all looked at the director and the program team.

director? ?

program group? ?

They themselves are confused, what is the situation, who is singing?

"No, the show hasn't been recorded yet, how is it possible." The director quickly denied it.

He would like to invite a singer of this strength to the show, but the problem is, he doesn't know who it is.

Teacher He put down the guitar and ran into the yard.

In the creek not far away, a wooden boat is going upstream, and the elegant and beautiful singing is coming from the boat.

Although the canoe moves slowly, it is indeed moving forward.

"It's really not invited by the director." Teacher He was even more shocked.

"This song is really nice, and the artistic conception is so good, I dare say that this song is also a classic in the music world." Huang Xiaochu did not hesitate to praise this song.

"Master, you are a senior in the music industry, can you tell who sang this song? You must not be someone who is unknown to be able to sing this kind of song." Zhang Yixing learned to dig a machine during the day, and he was a little tired at first, but At this time, after such a cleansing of the singing, I feel that the whole person is refreshed.

Peng Peng and sister Zifeng also looked at Huang Xiaochu, expecting his answer.

They are also desperate to know.

But Huang Xiaochu gave a wry smile and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I really want to know."

Although the voice is a little desolate and hoarse, one can tell that the singer is not very old, and there are very few young singers who want to have this level.

Sister Zifeng held the binoculars and looked towards the creek. The next second, she covered her mouth. She seemed to have discovered something, and her small face was full of shock.

She knew this wooden boat.

Is it him?

Her heartbeat started to speed up.

But she didn't tell anyone else, because she only met Lin Ye once, but didn't know him.

"My heart is full of melancholy..."

"Not for the crooked moon..."

"Just for the village of today..."

"Singing songs from the past..."

Lin Ye sang here, paused for a while, and looked up at the brightly lit Taoyuan Village not far away.

During the Ching Ming Festival, it is particularly touching.

During the festive season, I miss my relatives a lot, but my hometown is still there, but my relatives...

After coming back this time, Taoyuan Village has changed a lot. Apart from being happy, Lin Ye is also somewhat melancholy, with a little nostalgia for the past.

"The moon of my hometown..."

"Your crooked sadness..."

"Through my chest..."

After singing, Lin Ye sighed, put down the guitar, kicked the accelerator, and the wooden boat accelerated.

###Chapter 55 Feeling the Pulse###

After singing a song, the barrage in the live broadcast room gradually increased, gradually filling the screen.

"The anchor improvised?"

"This song reminds me of the spring, summer, autumn and winter by the small river in my grandmother's house when I was a child. In summer, the breeze blows a few beautiful butterflies occasionally flying under the shade of the trees..."

"I didn't go home to visit the tomb during the Qingming Festival this year, and I don't know if the rapeseed flowers in my hometown have bloomed. I can no longer eat the green balls made by my grandma..."

"Anchor, you made me cry again, I hate you!"

"The hometown that I can't go back, the childhood memories that will always flow in my heart, what the anchor sang is not a song, but turned out the childhood memories deep in our hearts, I lost it."

"Why does it sound so comfortable, because this is the feeling of hometown."

Mushroom House, Huang Xiaochu and Teacher He originally wanted to take a small boat to meet the singer, but seeing the wooden boat suddenly speed up and disappear in front of them, they could only give up with regret.

"Director, go ask the village chief tomorrow, is there a village in the upper stream?"

"Yes, I will inquire about it tomorrow."

After everyone left, they found that sister Zifeng was still standing there.

"Hey, sister, what's the matter?" Peng Peng turned back.

"Brother, come here, let me tell you, we may have seen that singer before." Zi Feng pulled Peng Peng into the room.

"How is it possible? Teacher Huang said he didn't know him." Peng Peng muttered.

In the room, Zifeng took out the SLR and quickly searched for the photos taken during the day.

She took a lot of photos, she searched for a while, and finally found the photo of Lin Ye and Miaomiao standing together that Peng Peng accidentally captured in the photo library.

"No, maybe it's him." Zifeng pointed to the photo and said.

"Sister Fairy? This..." Peng Peng was a little surprised: "Sister, are you talking about the man next to Sister Fairy?"

Zifeng nodded seriously: "That's right, it's him, I know this wooden boat."

"Then why didn't you tell Teacher He and the others just now?" Peng Peng asked.

"I've only met him once, and I don't know him, what should I say?" Zifeng shrugged helplessly.

Peng Peng thought, yes.

Saying is tantamount to saying nothing.

"Hey, we have photos, you can ask the villagers tomorrow." Peng Peng said excitedly again.

These words made Zifeng's eyes brighten, yes, why didn't she think of it.

"Peng Peng, you are still thoughtful." Zi Feng patted Peng Peng's shoulder.

When Zifeng got excited, she yelled "Peng Peng" with everyone.

Peng Peng didn't care what Zifeng called him.

...

After speeding up, the wooden boat arrived at the clinic ten minutes later. Lin Ye parked the wooden boat and went home with Miaomiao.

There were no street lights, and the light at night was not good, so Lin Ye did not unload the cargo and materials on board.

On the way back, Miaomiao followed Lin Ye, and Lin Ye illuminated it with the flashlight that came with his phone.

Miaomiao stretched out her hand and pulled Lin Ye's sleeve.

"Brother Ye, the songs of the past few days and tonight are my favorite." Miaomiao said softly.

When he got home, Sun Xiao was still asleep.

Meals are heating up on the stove.

"Grandpa, I brought you the big northern steamed buns from the town." Miaomiao took out the steamed buns from the bag, leaving some residual warmth.

Sun Xiao smiled: "Okay, it's rare that my precious granddaughter knows to bring me something to eat."

"Grandpa Sun, Miaomiao and I went to several places in the town to buy materials, so we were delayed for some time. We can start work when the stonemason comes tomorrow." Lin Ye and Sun Xiao said.

"Thank you, Xiao Ye." Sun Xiao signaled Lin Ye to sit down, and took Lin Ye's pulse.

Feeling the pulse is also called cutting the pulse.

Traditional Chinese medicine expects to hear and ask, look, refers to observing the complexion, smell, refers to listening to the breath, ask, refers to inquiring about symptoms, cut, refers to feeling the pulse, collectively known as the four diagnosis.

Seeing, hearing, and asking is the only way for Chinese medicine.

After Sun Xiao took Lin Ye's pulse, he nodded slightly: "In the past few days, your physical condition has improved a little, which may be related to your own physique, but it only slowed down the spread of cancer cells, and further treatment is needed."

"Grandpa, I'll try it too." Miaomiao also stretched out her delicate hand to rest on Lin Ye's pulse.

puff puff.

Miaomiao has also learned some medical principles from her grandfather over the years.

"It seems that the beating is stronger than the previous two days. It seems that Chinese medicine and medicinal diet are really useful. Haha, Brother Ye, that's great."