travel starts with photography

Zhou Peng finally found an easy target and won his own commemorative medal.

Among the three arts of Mongolia, archery also has a seal, but it is not here, and the people organizing this program do not intend to let tourists shoot everywhere with bows outdoors. The mere thought of such a thing is dangerous.

Chen Xing asked someone and found out that they had set up a bow and arrow exhibition hall in the souvenir shop. It was a big yurt, and inside were all the bow and arrow styles used in Mongolian history. Tourists could take a look inside, learn from them, and then get stamped.

Compared to horse riding, this kind of project is so simple that all you need is your hands.

Chen Xing now really wants to know what the final prize includes. At present, he only knows that there is a horse. If there is no environment to raise horses, the reward can also be exchanged for a motorcycle. These rewards are very suitable for use on the grassland.

Zhou Peng took the commemorative stamp and the stamped manual and read them over and over again. He liked them very much. When he heard Chen Xing talking about this topic, he asked, "Why can't we pay for it if it's not a horse or a car? Twenty or thirty thousand should be enough, right?"

Qin Xinlei worked in the government and was quite sensitive. She bent her index finger and tapped her husband's head, saying, "This is just a travel game. What's the point of giving cash?"

Zhou Peng didn't dare to refute loudly, and whispered to himself: "Isn't it the same as collecting the five blessings?"

Chen Xing wanted to separate from them again. Anyway, it was not a good time to take pictures now, so he decided to have fun by himself first and then ask them to come over to take pictures when he found a suitable place. He also wanted to find a place to borrow two sets of Mongolian robes to wear.

Since you have come to Inner Mongolia for travel photography, why not take some photos with local characteristics?

Then it would be a waste of time.

So after a simple farewell, the two groups separated again.

The opening ceremony was over, after all, the Mongolians had already started competing in wrestling and archery. But some places were still performing, with dancing and singing.

Chen Xing was walking on the road, heading for a place in the distance that was not the site of the Mongolian Three Arts Competition, when he heard someone shouting, "Ulan Tuya is singing!"

"You fake fan, this is Ulan Tuya!"

Then many people ran towards that direction.

Chen Xing exclaimed, he knew there must be a star singing in front, but Ulan Tuya and Ulan Tuya are not the same person?

This name is very familiar, and the song she sang seems to be very popular... But Chen Xing just can't remember what she looks like. Thinking about it carefully, eh? He also forgot what song she sang. He ran over with the crowd and squeezed to the front row in a few seconds.

When it comes to squeezing into the crowd and watching the fun, Chen Xing is definitely a professional.

Just as I got to the beginning, the prelude of the song started to sound.

Seems like you've heard of it?

I just can't remember the song title at the moment.

It was said to be a stage, but there was no stage. There was just a piece of green cloth placed on the grass, leaving an open space of two or three acres. A woman in a red Mongolian robe stood in the middle.

Chen Xing had never seen what Ulan Tuya looked like, at most he had heard her songs.

But looking here, Ulan Tuya, dressed in gorgeous Mongolian robe and formal attire, seems like a noble on the grassland. Standing alone on the "stage" thirty meters away, she has a very special sense of excellence.

Chen Xing was already wondering if this kind of Mongolian robe was available for rent.

At this time, someone poked Chen Xing's waist with his hand. He turned around and saw a girl wearing a white hoodie with bunny ears on the hood pulling his clothes. When she saw him turn around, she said:
"You're too tall, I can't see anything!"

"Excuse me."

Chen Xing never had this kind of self-awareness. Whenever he saw a crowd of people, he would rush to the front to occupy the best view. But he was over 1.8 meters tall, and this little potato who was less than 1.5 meters tall could not see out from his shoulders even if he jumped.

Between moving aside and squatting, Chen Xing chose half squatting.

It's impossible to move aside. What's the point of watching the fun from the back row?
At the same time, he took out a spare camera and a telephoto lens from his backpack to prepare for recording. This was Chen Xing, who could carry so many equipment without getting red in the face or out of breath. If it were another photographer, he would probably collapse from exhaustion before walking far. So if you want to be a photographer, you still have to exercise well.

Without good arm strength, you can’t hold the camera steadily.

The girl was stunned for a moment when she saw how professional Chen Xing was. She didn't know whether it was better to watch the handsome guy fiddling with the camera or to watch the star sing... After a difficult choice, she decided to watch the handsome guy.

You can see celebrities on the Internet, but handsome guys of this level are rare in real life.

Especially when the handsome guy was squatting in front of her, she didn't know what kind of hair oil he used, but the fragrance was full of temptation, making her heart beat faster and feel itchy.

"Handsome guy, what's your name?"

She took the initiative to strike up a conversation and wanted the contact information of the man in front of her. Regardless of how much the camera equipment in this backpack was worth, his good looks alone would be enough to make him a big hit in the female market, so why would she need money?

However, Chen Xing did not reply, but raised his index finger and made a silent sound.

The singer began to sing.

The first sentence he said was: "Give me a piece of blue sky and a rising sun..."

Wow, this song!
Trapping a man?
Chen Xing was recording with a camera. His backup camera is a Canon R5. Its inherent anti-shake capability and stabilizer can achieve the best indoor recording effect even in this windy grassland.

The girl who was chatting up Chen Xing was also looking very closely.

There was no way. The singer in the middle was too far away from them. Those with poor eyesight could not even see what the singer looked like. They only knew that it was a woman in a red Mongolian robe standing there holding the topic.

However, Chen Xing could see a close-up of the singer on the screen of his camera.

"Hot and scorching... Horse-riding~ Man, you are mighty and majestic, and the galloping horse is like the wind..."

The girl's voice came from Chen Xing's ear: "It's the original singer!"

"Ok?"

Seeing Chen Xing's reaction, the girl suddenly became excited, jumping up and down and cutely talking to him: "Handsome guy, don't you know? She was the original singer of this song. Later, there was a singer named Ulan Tuya, who hid when she sang about men. People on the Internet said that she was hiding from men."

Chen Xing nodded and continued listening to the song.

It is very pleasant to listen to the singer singing live. Even if the stage layout is so simple, you can still hear the penetrating power of the singer's voice from the speakers.

The songs we hear on the Internet have gone through countless rounds of compression and are severely distorted.

The closest thing to the original sound is probably the vinyl records sold online... So don't say that vinyl records can only be collected. Put the player in your bedroom and put a vinyl record on it. The sound will definitely be different from the songs produced by any software.

As soon as one song ended, the second one started.

"How big the world is, let it be as broad as it can be; how long the road is, let happiness be as long as it can be."

This song is also familiar.

Some singers seem inconspicuous, and no one will recognize them if they walk in a crowd without a hat or a mask. But once they sing and stand on the stage, no one watching can ignore them.

During the chorus, almost the whole audience was singing...

"The most beautiful flower on the grassland - the fiery red Sarilang." (End of this chapter)