Chapter 112: Quickly Install an Anti-Addiction System for Dilraba!! [4th Update]

Absolute perfect pitch plus mastery of ethnic instruments.

Allowed Qin Feng, even as a complete beginner, to skillfully wield the Li people's Lingdong Qin.

The strings were plucked.

A lively and spirited melody.

Drew the attention of the Li youths and Misses alike.

Qin Feng lowered his head slightly and finished the prelude.

Upon looking up, his eyes met those of Dilraba, who was holding a vase.

He smiled and began to sing:

"Hard to forget, the first time I saw you~"

"A pair of charming eyes~"

"In my mind, your figure, refuses to fade away~"

"Holding your hands, feeling your~ gentleness~"

"I really can't quite catch my breath~"

"Your innocence, I want to cherish~"

"Seeing you wronged makes me sad~"

……

Crackle-pop~

The Li youths held hands.

Forming a large circle around the bonfire.

They swayed their bodies left and right to the beat.

Gradually.

They surrounded Qin Feng and Dilraba in the center~

After hearing the first verse, Dilraba, holding the vase, had a whoosh~ in her brain.

The imagery was like film reels stuffed into her head.

The seaside where she first met Qin Feng.

The mutual gaze when their eyes first met.

And the hands clasped tightly while shaping the clay, able to feel each other's warmth.

Whether it was embarrassment or social death.

Right now in Fat Di's mind, it was all damn gentle!

Dilraba has now learned to edit an MV in her own head!

And she unconsciously cast herself as the heroine!

……

Qin Feng's pitch gradually rose.

The rhythm of the Lingdong Qin also sped up slightly.

"I fear I might fall in love with you."

"Dare not let myself get too close."

"Afraid I have nothing to give you."

"Falling in love with you is beyond my control~~"

After the first verse was sung.

In the instrumental interlude.

It drew cheers from the Li youths!

They danced around Qin Feng and Dilraba.

If Dilraba really had a CPU in her brain right now, it should be running at high load.

It's about to burn out!

She kept thinking in her heart:

"Is he worried he can't give me anything? That's why he keeps his distance?"

"A talented person will have everything in the future~ No rush!"

"Could this whole day's itinerary have been planned just to sing this song to me tonight?"

"Beautiful~ Rea! ly! Beau! tiful~"

Dilraba held the clay vase in her arms.

Her fingers gently traced the grooves left by their fingerprints.

Whether it was because the bonfire burned too fiercely.

Or because she had drunk two more bowls of Shanlan wine.

A warm current surged in her heart.

Making her little face flush red~

Tears even sparkled in her eyes.

——【Holy crap! Qin Feng can even handle ethnic instruments with ease? My Brother Feng knows a little bit of everything!】

——【Is Dilraba about to cry from listening? Or is she just too intoxicated?】

——【Who wouldn't be dazed by these lyrics?】

——【Quick, put an anti-addiction system on Dilraba! She's about to be stunned by listening!】

————【Qin Feng's creative ability is so immense that even a donkey from a production team would feel ashamed and flee overnight, dragging its millstone with it!】

————【My verdict is that, while not as good as "Qi Li Xiang", it was likely created quite spontaneously.】

————【Damn it... the second half uses Li language!】

————【Chang Wei! Still claiming you don't know martial arts???】

Qin Feng took the second verse of "Qing Nan De Yi".

And temporarily improvised an adaptation into the Li language.

A love song sung on the third day of the third lunar month, pairing the Dongqin instrument with Li speech.

For the Li youth, this flavor was simply too authentic!

Cheers erupted one after another!

Even the birds in the banana trees were startled into flight~

"So the reason he spent so long chatting with the grandpa who made the instrument earlier was to translate the Li language?"

Reba analyzed thus.

And she snapped a photo of Qin Feng under the bonfire, holding a Li instrument!

He looked quite handsome~

……

On the other side of the village.

Grandpas sitting under the tree to escape the heat were smoking their pipes.

The waves of cheers coming from the village square.

Left the old veterans utterly astonished.

Two Li elders began chatting:

"Old Xu, for so many years of the Third Month Third Festival, it has never been this lively."

"Indeed. Perhaps in a few years, no one will celebrate this festival anymore."

"Is this a deathbed rally? Like how we must perk up before we die?"

"Your dog's mouth never spits out a single ivory tooth."