It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

At 3 p.m., before the live broadcast started, all the peaches they picked in the morning were sold out, and the second half was the pre-sale of unpicked peaches on the mountain.Because the audience followed the camera and watched the process of picking peaches without any blind spots, so even if there is no guarantee from the five monologues, they can still buy with confidence.

This mountain peach is also divided into soft and hard. When the hard peach is raw and brittle, you can hear the creaking sound when it is crushed across the screen. If it is soft, rub it and poke a hole and drink it directly as peach juice.

When they picked in the morning, in order to pick the most undamaged peaches in the shortest time, they basically picked hard peaches. During the live broadcast, they mainly publicized hard peaches, but they were rare and expensive. Sales of soft peaches are several times that of hard peaches.

A few minutes after 3 o'clock, Mo Tingbai bid farewell to the audience in the live broadcast room and went to the field concert stage.

As soon as he left, although there were still cameras following him, the audience in the live broadcast room could no longer see his trace, because the three-hour camera positions were all placed at the farmer selling peaches, and it was impossible to hang a few Let’s play the link of a peach and listen to Bai’s music there.

When he came over, the stage had already been set up in sevens and eights.The director team really did not perfunctory him, the request just made in the morning, it took six or seven hours. Not only all the props he asked for were in place, but even a small stage was installed, using the program team's own belt generator.Although various objects are still being moved and placed, this efficiency is already very high.

The concert stage is located less than 30 meters away from Grandpa Xu’s house. It is the largest piece of flat land in Yushu Village. Strictly speaking, this location is at the front of the whole village. 40 meters, and then walk another [-] meters and you will see the creek. Maybe you can hear the sound of the stream winding by when it is quiet at night.

Mo Tingbai and the staff confirmed the speakers, and turned on the lights, but the sunlight was too bright, and I could only vaguely see two white dots bouncing on the ground, and it was over after a rough moment.

He took the microphone and tried the sound, and it was definitely not comparable to the custom-made microphone, but what kind of bicycle do you need for something that has been improvised in a few hours.

The position of the microphone stand is very suitable. He sat on it and closed his eyes to imagine the picture. The night sky should still be very bright, with flying insects chirping around and everyone enjoying this quiet and noisy night quietly with the sound of the guitar.

By the way, guitar.

Mo Tingbai and the director team instructed a few details, then turned and walked to Grandpa Xu's house.

When he just entered the door, he bumped into Huzi head-on, and Huzi was covered in sweat from nowhere, but it was not surprising, children of this age basically never stopped.

Seeing Mo Tingbai, the tiger instinctively stepped back, but after thinking about something, he took out the things behind him and handed it to him. Mo Tingbai saw that it was the first time he saw him that day. The pear that fell on Si Nan's head at that time.

Mo Tingbai picked it up and asked him, "We have a concert tonight, do you want to come see Xu Sibo?"

Tiger nodded.

"Then do you want to sing a song?" Mo Tingbai asked again.

Huzi shook his head in horror: "I won't."

Mo Tingbai said: "It's okay, I'll teach you."

Huzi hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I don't know how to sing."

Mo Tingbai smiled: "Okay, then you can listen to our singing."

Huzi nodded vigorously again, and ran away quickly.

Mo Tingbai walked to their bedroom and picked up Sinan's guitar from the corner.This guitar is considered an antique. When he was a trainee, he saw Sinan playing it with his arms all day long. Sometimes when he played it in the dormitory, other trainees would complain about it. So he carried it to the practice room and went to the toilet to play it... Anyway , this is a guitar that mixes many flavors.

Mo Tingbai laughed at himself when he picked it up, his cleanliness was about to be cured by Si Nan.

As soon as he walked out with the guitar, he saw Sinan coming in through the gate.

"Why are you back?" Mo Tingbai asked.

Sinan held a peach and shook it at the side of his face: "There's nothing that needs me over there, so I'll see if I can help. I went to the stage just now, and the director said that you might be back here, so I'm coming."

"Oh." Mo Tingbai nodded, holding the guitar and continuing to walk.

"Trying the guitar?" Sinan asked after him.

Mo Tingbai said, "Sell guitars."

"Who are you selling it to?" Sinan asked.

Mo Tingbai: "...Sell it to you, do you want it?"

Si Nan smiled and said, "But I don't have any money, so I'll think about what I can mortgage."

Mo Ting Bai coldly said: "Purchase yourself."

Si Nan responded cheerfully: "It's okay, I'm still worth a bit now."

Mo Tingbai stopped and looked at him.

He really didn't know what was going on in Sinan's head.

He yelled "Mo Tingbai" and "Mo Tingbai" behind his butt all day long, sometimes saying that he was his fan, and sometimes saying that he didn't like him.

Yes, he admitted that he was a little bit excited by the atmosphere that night, but these heartbeats will disappear, okay?

Simon, can't you cherish a little bit?

"Then sign a contract of sale." Mo Tingbai said solemnly.

"How do you write it?" Sinan still teased him in a playful tone, "I, Sinan, pledged myself to Mo Tingbai on a certain day in a certain year, in exchange for a guitar, and the date of return—infinite. What? Sample?"

Mo Tingbai looked at Sinan's eyes that were squinted with a smile, and said, "Sinan, are you really stupid?"

"Ah?" Sinan curled his lips aggrievedly, isn't it because Mo Tingbai wanted to play a game, why did he still talk about him.

Before the grievances were over, Mo Tingbai pressed his thumb on the center of his brows: "Deal." "I'm your master now."

Mo Tingbai handed the guitar to Sinan: "The first task for you now is to get the guitar tuned for a sound test and prepare for the concert."

"Okay." Sinan pretended to be playing a game with him, and readily agreed.

The two of them had just walked out the door, and before they had taken two steps, Sinan's stomach suddenly groaned twice without warning.

Mo Tingbai: "..."

He stopped: "Sinan, you are an idol."

Si Nan felt aggrieved and said, "Idols are also hungry."

They really worked for a long time in the morning, and then they were busy preparing for the live broadcast. They didn't eat a few bites for lunch. Now at three or four o'clock, their bodies began to scream to remind them.

Si Nan suddenly remembered that at 03:30 in the past, it was his unshakable afternoon tea time.

Hey, I haven't had afternoon tea for a long time.

When his pitiful eyes met Mo Tingbai's, Mo Tingbai frowned and said, "Then you eat peaches."

Si Nan said: "I have eaten too much in the past two days, and I don't want to eat for a while now."

After speaking, he continued to look at him.

Mo Tingbai seemed to have a premonition and said: "Don't look at me, I can't do it for you."

The corners of Simon's lips drooped: "Oh, I see."

At this time, the stomach rang twice again in response to the occasion.

"Then I'll wait for a while to eat. There are only two or three hours left. I can still hold on."

He rubbed his flat stomach and continued walking.

"I only know how to scramble eggs." Mo Tingbai said behind him, "Salty or light."

Grandpa Xu's family has three big hens that can lay eggs. There is nothing else every day, and the eggs are full.

When Mo Tingbai walked into the kitchen with two eggs, he called Sinan in too.

"You burn the stove." Mo Tingbai said.

"But I won't." Sinan said.

Mo Tingbai: "...Then what will you do?"

Si Nan smiled at him: "I know how to eat—"

Seeing that Mo Ting's white eyes were about to pop out, he changed his words: "I know how to learn, I've learned from you."

Then Mo Tingbai brought in a small bundle of wood that had been cut yesterday from the outside, struck a match with it to light the fire and said, "Now, put this in."

"Oh." Sinan sat by the side and watched Mo Tingbai stuff the broken wood into the bottom of the furnace, nodding earnestly and studiously.

Mo Tingbai: "..." He never imagined that in his lifetime he would teach Sinan to burn boilers in a small mountain village.

After igniting the fire, he stuffed two larger pieces of wood into it. At this time, the water droplets in the pot had already started to sizzle.

He hurriedly got up again, and waited for the water droplets to evaporate completely, then poured some oil into it, and when the oil was hot, he put two eggs into it and stir-fried.

After the eggs came out of the pan, the stove below was left untouched.

The co-author did the cooking and boiler-burning by himself.

Instead, Si Nan graciously brought a plate over, took the eggs and began to feast on them: "It's delicious! I wish I could eat it every day in the future."

"You have a good idea." Mo Tingbai said, "Do you think I'm someone who cooks for others casually?"

Seeing Sinan eating so deliciously, Mo Tingbai suddenly felt that the hard work just now was worth it.

This life, isn't it just eating and sleeping?

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something: "Sinan, don't you know how to cook?"

Sinan's mouth stopped eating eggs, and he slowly swallowed the eggs in his mouth before slowly raising his head: "Yes."

"Then let me do it for you!" Mo Tingbai shouted.

Si Nan licked his lips and took the last bite, then smiled: "So I didn't tell you to do it."

Mo Tingbai: "..."

It seems to be true.Si Nan just glanced at him, all the words were said by himself.

more angry.

Si Nan looked at him with his face in his hands: "Thank you Mo Tingbai, this is the best scrambled egg I've ever eaten—"

Don't listen to Bai Xin, you still have a little conscience.

"One of them." Sinan added.

Mo Tingbai: "..." "I'm a dog to cook for you again."

……

At a quarter past five, the other three people came over after finishing the live broadcast. By this time, the stage was almost decorated.

In order to take care of Mo Tingbai's pollen allergy, they did not place fresh flowers (wildflowers) on the stage, but since the theme is the field, the green elements in the field are naturally indispensable, so Sinan pulled some grass from the river to set it up on the stage. around the stage.

Most of them are pigweed, so after the stage, we can take the grass back to feed the little flower pigs in Grandpa Xu's house.

The stage is a roofless shed structure erected all around. It seems to be a shed with a roof from the front, but when you walk up and look up, the top of your head is empty.

In this regard, Ace's description is: "This is not a bald shed."

Si Nan told him not to say it in front of Peng, and Peng would be unhappy if he heard it.

Then he said to the stage whose life expectancy was only one day: "Don't be sad, you are the field and the night sky."

The ground is covered with fields, and you can see the night sky when you look up.

It is difficult to compare with how well-planned the stage is.

Seeing that there were a few messy grasses sorting out beside him, He Shen said in a casual tone, "Do you like this place very much?"

Sinan nodded and smiled like a cup of sweet tea: "I like it. I like everything in this world, including every grass and every star."

This world, which is always flowing and changing, fascinates him even in its imperfections.

……

At 50:[-] p.m., the audience has already been seated on the rows of seats in front of the stage.There were also some people who brought their own benches, and those who didn't bring them also stood up. A rough estimate is that there are four to fifty people, which is almost half of the village.

Most of the villagers are uncles and aunts over the age of 50, and there are children who are similar to Huzi's age. There are few young people, and most of them have gone to work outside the mountain.

When they came, most of them were empty-handed, chewing melon seeds and peaches in their mouths, and chatting one by one with their mouths still not idle.

"It's the first time I've seen a concert, but I'm really foreign. I must tell He Leizi when I call back."

"Watching the videos next to you, do you think we will be on TV?"

"Why not? This is what was shown on TV. I even wore new clothes today."

"Yo ha ha, look at you handsome, turn around and your Leizi saw you and laughed at you."

"I'm just showing my son, how good his mother is on TV!"

"No matter how good-looking you are, how can you be as good-looking as those young people in front? Take a look at each one of them, who are as beautiful as little girls."

"Yeah, tell me how big stars look like they've been painted. Little girls can't look so good-looking."

"..."

"Hello everyone."

At this time, a voice as clear as a bamboo forest after the rain rang out, and the villagers in the audience gradually stopped discussing and focused on the person holding the microphone on the stage.

Qin Xuan greeted the audience with the microphone in one hand: "Welcome everyone to come to our field concert in your busy schedule. I am Qin Xuan, the host of today."

Ace stood next to the stage and yelled in an atmosphere.

None of the villagers have seen the concert, and most of these performances have only been to the Spring Festival Gala, but they don't know when to applaud and when to listen carefully.They raised their hands and applauded as if they had found their teacher in Ace's area.

Qin Xuan continued: "First of all, I would like to thank everyone for taking care of us these few days. The few days of recording the program here must have brought you a lot of trouble, so we also prepared some small gifts for you. .”

The villagers came here with the intention of seeing something new and lively, but they were very pleasantly surprised that there would be gifts.

"The gift is under everyone's bench, you can see it when you bend down."

The villagers who had the position immediately bent down to look, and sure enough, they found a small bag wrapped in beautiful gauze.The villagers who had no place looked disappointed. Although they hadn't seen clearly what was inside, they were all regretting that they hadn't come here sooner.

"In it are the signature card stickers of the five members of our group, and some small gifts from our endorsement. I hope you will like it."

Qin Xuan asked the director team to contact Fang Qi to prepare these in the morning. Most of them are ready-made. There are some small gifts for fans in some meetings.

A small package of toiletry kits, a few pieces of chocolate and a bag of imported biscuits.

"For fellow villagers who don't have seats, they can go to the director to pick them up after the concert. Everyone has a share."

As soon as this sentence came out, the applause from below was much warmer.

It was the director who was ashamed of the camera and a large box of gifts under his feet.

Why do I feel that there are not many guests arranged this time, but it is clearly arranged by the guests this time.

It would have been a pain in the ass to choose a location for any other guests, but he was happy with these people. He thought that at least Mo Tingbai would throw face at him and talk about it earlier, but he didn't expect that Mo Tingbai would snatch it away. Two meals.

Now he has been assigned to be a caretaker at the gift collection office.Who is the director here?

"Now let me introduce to you the performances that will be brought to you next - Mo Tingbai, He Shenjian, Ace, and Sinan."

The four of them waved their hands one by one.

"Of course, there are also the director team and many staff who selflessly provided us with the stage and props, thank you!"

Director: It's very clear, it was arranged.

"I won't say anything superfluous. The weather is beautiful today and it's still a clear night, so don't waste such a beautiful night. Please, Sinan, the performer who brought us the first song, bring this song "Spring" "Night" for everyone."

Among the forty or so people below, none of them had heard this song, but all of them applauded Sinan very much.

Most of their excitement is still in the gift bag in their hands. They have no idea of ​​the value of the autograph card, but the grooming set, chocolates and biscuits are all rare things for them.It is estimated that they will keep it until important people come before they are willing to take these things out again.

They don't know how many people who can't touch the things that they have already held in their hands and don't realize their value.

"Limited autograph card! I've robbed three times and failed to grab it. Can I change my household registration and rush over?"

"By the way, this thing has been fired to four figures now. Don't you fear that some people will turn around and sell this kind of thing if you give it a monologue (don't be ridiculous, I'm just expressing my thoughts)"

"Do you think you're the only one who can think of it? They must have known it when they chose to give it away. Whether it's keeping it for themselves or selling it, this is a way of expressing gratitude for a monologue. If you look at the front, you won't be a fan."

"A concert, a concert, the last time I watched a monologue concert through a screen was the last time"

Si Nan sat on a high stool with his guitar in his hand. The stool was a little cool from the night wind. He rested one foot on the fulcrum of the stool, and plucked the strings twice with the guitar on his lap.

Looking up, you can see patches of green land as far as you can see. Although it is slow here, everything is growing, and everyone is working hard to live.

Most of the grass seeds here do not have the opportunity to be taken to the further world to break ground and germinate, but as they grow here one after another, they slowly become greener grass.

A bug landed on his guitar, flew away with the pluck, and landed on it again after a while.

He suddenly remembered how he felt when he heard the original version of "Spring Night" for the first time.

It was probably such a night, the surroundings were humid, and there was some non-irritating excitement in the silence.

He used the most desperate tune to sing his full hope. If a moon could appear, he could carry him in rags through the wind and snow and walk all over this spring night. soul.

He sang this song slowly, watched the villagers' eyes gradually turn from the gift bag in their hands to him, and finally listened to him quietly.

"The rain and snow in the eyes of travelers returning at night

when the years are generous

I put the rags in my pocket

Then, and then came this spring night"

When he sang the last line, he suddenly changed the lyrics:

"Hope, hope I've come to this spring night"

I hope you have found the piece of light that belongs to you in the spring night.