Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Subconsciously, he hummed:

　　"Ulaanbaatar Liwuxi~Namukhan~Namukhan~"

　　Gong Peng's eyes lit up:

　　"Mr. Wu knows the Mongolian language of this song?"

　　"Well……"

　　Wu Shaobai shook his head:

　　"I have an impression, I heard it before. But I haven't heard much since then... But I remember this song is very beautiful. Is this the song that Sister Jiang and I are going to sing?"

　　"correct."

　　Seeing Gong Peng nodding, Wu Shaobai looked at Jiang Shan:

　　"Sister Jiang, can you sing?"

　　"Yes, but I can't speak Mongolian."

　　"oh oh."

　　Hearing this, Wu Shaobai didn't say much, just took out his phone and started searching for the song.

　　……

　　Get the song and you can leave.

　　After chatting with Yao Chen and others, Wu Shaobai drove out of the parking lot of Yanjingtai by himself.

　　And the car Bluetooth is playing "Ulaanbaatar Night".

　　"Crossing the wild wind~You walk slowly~"

　　"I tell you in silence~ I'm drunk~~~~~"

　　The version of this song is sung by Tan Weiwei from "I Am a Singer".

　　Wu Shaobai paid special attention and found that the lyricist and composer of Tan Weiwei's version of the song was a person named Jia Zhangke.

　　I don't know if it's the same name as the director.

　　However, Wu Shaobai clearly remembered that when his Inner Mongolian classmate introduced this song on the stage, he said it was a Mongolian folk song...

　　Wu Shaobai, who was unclear about the relationship, just repeated the melody of the song over and over again in the car.

　　In fact, the melody is very simple, and the lyrics are also very simple.

　　If you really want to say it, there are only a few lyrics.Tan Weiwei should have added a lot of lyrics here...

　　It's hard to say which is good or bad.

　　But at least the version of "I Am a Singer" he listened to didn't seem to highlight the majesty of Mongolian songs.

　　Missing the slightest taste.

　　Not too satisfied.

　　He really thinks his classmates sing that song better.

　　Mongolian language, with this song, there is a kind of...Looking up at the eternal sky, but it has a feeling of tenderness like water.

　　Driving all the way back to the racecourse, he thought about it and sent a message to his classmates at Peking University:

　　"Does anyone remember the Inner Mongolian classmate who sang "Night in Ulaanbaatar" at our sophomore literary report party?"

　　"Yo, Mr. Wu, who was diving for ten thousand years, came out?"

　　"Ji Riqing?"

　　"I remember, what's the matter?"

　　"When will Lao Wu film "Longling Cave", wait for me to die."

　　……

　　The group instantly became lively.

　　In the past few years after graduation, this group of classmates have gone their separate ways, some are good, some are bad.

　　Although we don't see each other very often, we still have a good relationship.

　　And seeing that name, Wu Shaobai said:

　　"Yes, it's Ji Riqing, who has his WeChat?"

　　"I have it, I'll push it to you."

　　"OK, private chat."

　　In a moment, one of his classmates pushed the classmate named Ji Riqing over WeChat.

　　Wu Shaobai thanked him, added a friend, and chatted with this classmate for a while, and then after Ji Riqing added his friend, Wu Shaobai directly stated his intention:

　　"Jiriqing, I'm Wu Shaobai, do you remember?"

　　"Remember, haha, the famous school grass Mr. Wu ~ long time no see~"

　　"Hahaha~ Old classmate, let me ask you something, what version of "The Night in Ulaanbaatar" did you perform?"

　　Wu Shaobai made clear his intentions directly.

　　The other party also happily sent an MP3, telling him:

　　"Hang Gai's version, what's the matter?? You want to sing?"

　　"Yes, I participated in a show, I want to sing this song, I want to hear the original version."

　　"Then you can listen to this, but the lyrics are in Mongolian. Do you need me to send you a transliteration comparison?"

　　"Is it ok? / Looking forward"

　　"Okay, I'll be busy in class anyway. I'll use the computer to get you a copy now."

　　"Hahaha, thank you so much."

　　"You're welcome, when you come to Ordos, come and play with me. I'll treat you to a roast leg of lamb!"

　　"no problem!"

　　He agreed directly, and within [-] minutes, a picture with Chinese transliteration was sent.

　　Old classmates are reliable. .

Chapter 1670

　　Mongolian and Russian are actually two different languages.

　　It's just that for various reasons, the writing format used in Mongolian is actually Russian.

　　Then the pronunciation also gradually evolved towards Russian.

　　With Wu Shaobai's recent knowledge of Russian, he sang a few sentences along with Chinese, and suddenly he gradually found out the position of these pronunciations.

　　"Master...what are you doing?"

　　Hearing the movement, Yu Xuan, who had just returned from outside, walked into the tea house.

　　"Master, you are back."

　　Wu Shaobai hurriedly took the cup and poured tea for the master, and then handed over the phone and the lyrics book divided into paragraphs:

　　"The song "Crossover Singer" came out, "Night in Ulaanbaatar", why am I not studying?"

　　"Yo? Are you out?"

　　Yu Xuan looked at the words "Wu: The wind through the wilderness..." and "Jiang: The night in Ulaanbaatar..." and nodded;

　　"Have you seen Jiang Shan?"

　　"Well, I saw you."

　　"How is it, are you confident?"

　　"Hey, there is no confidence in this, isn't there a killer, right?"

　　"Ha~"

　　Seeing that the apprentice seemed very relaxed, Yu Xuan nodded:

　　"That's fine... Relax, I trust you, it's absolutely fine."

　　After speaking, he stopped drinking tea and said directly:

　　"I just went to get half a pig. Let's stew pork ribs for dinner. I just finished an appointment with your dad. Come and have a drink in the evening."

　　"Ok."

　　Yu Xuan went out to get spare ribs, and not long after, the sound of "Bang Bang Bang" chopping meat sounded in the kitchen.

　　And this afternoon, Wu Shaobai was studying the song in the room.

　　It wasn't until the parents brought their daughter here at night that they were pulled down.

　　When the parents drank, Wu Shaobai didn't let the second old man go, and slept in his own room.

　　While he was in Xiaomeng's house, he continued to study the song with his laptop.

　　He found that... Khumai was actually quite interesting.

　　There's a... peculiar charismatic voice in this trembling vocal chord.

　　I tried to imitate for a while in the afternoon, but I didn't know much, and my throat was a little sore.

　　It was almost 11 o'clock in the evening, and just as I was about to rest, I suddenly heard the sound of the door opening from outside.

　　"¨'?"

　　Glancing at the time.

　　It's 11:40.

　　So late... who will come?