Let you wander, you become a national tourism image ambassador

Chapter 483 Indian Girl
After a brief introduction to Turpan, Qin Yuan's instant noodles were already cooked, so he immediately started eating them in big mouthfuls.

Ten minutes later, he finished the instant noodles and washed the pot used to cook them. Then, after packing his luggage, he started a new day of riding.

As usual, he habitually shot an opening shot before leaving.

"Hello everyone, it's 7: in the morning. After breakfast, it's time to continue our journey. Today's destination is Turpan.

The total journey is 250 kilometers, and I plan to arrive before 6 o'clock this evening, which is a total of 10 hours.

That means my average riding speed today must be maintained above 25 kilometers per hour.

This speed should not be difficult for me, and I feel I can complete it smoothly.

Of course, we may encounter unexpected situations along the way, so the exact time of arrival depends on the specific situation, but we just have to do it.”

As Qin Yuan spoke, he stepped on the pedal and sped towards Turpan, as fast as a gust of wind.

Although the road from Hami to Turpan is all wasteland and the natural environment is not good, you can occasionally see beautiful scenery.

Part of the journey requires crossing a canyon, which is quite wide, probably about two or three kilometers long.

Then there is a cliff road on one side of the canyon. There is a risk of rolling rocks at any time, so the whole journey is very dangerous.

Once encountering a rolling stone, it would be a life-and-death situation for ordinary people. Even if Qin Yuan encountered such a situation, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fortunately, he was lucky and had a smooth ride without encountering any unfortunate incidents.

Although this cliff-hanging road is dangerous, it also has rare beautiful scenery, because on the other side of the road is a river as clear as glass and a flat land covered with green grass.

So, instead of worrying about being hit by a rolling stone, he was immersed in the beautiful scenery and couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

"Everyone, this place is so beautiful, it looks like a scene from the movie The Lord of the Rings that I watched before.

There is a winding and fast-flowing river in the canyon below the cliffs, and then there is a plain on the other side of the river.

There is a village on the plain, with birds singing, flowers blooming, green trees and lush grass. It is like a paradise on earth!
I saw a stone bridge in front of me, which seemed to lead to the village, so I went to take a look at the village.

The scenery of this place is really amazing, comparable to some tourist attractions I have visited before.

But I have never heard of this place before. I can only say that our Dragon Country is really vast and rich in resources, and there are so many places with beautiful scenery!"

Qin Yuan sighed as he rode his bicycle onto the stone bridge. After gently leaning the bicycle against the bridge pier, he took pictures while quietly appreciating the beautiful scenery in front of him, feeling extremely happy.

Traveling is hard, but at the same time it is joyful, and the source of this joy is the picturesque scenery before your eyes.

Just as Qin Yuan was immersed in this beautiful scenery, a sound of musical instruments with a very Western flavor came from a village not far away.

This immediately caught Qin Yuan's attention. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a few elderly people sitting under the poplar tree at the entrance of the village, chatting and playing the piano. The sound of the instruments was played by the elderly people.

“What an exotic string music sound. If I’m not mistaken, this seems to be the dutar unique to the Western Regions.

I don’t know if my guess is right. Let’s go and take a look. This is my first time entering a village in the Western Region!
See what the difference is between the villages here and ours, and see if there are any shops. I want to buy some water."

As Qin Yuan spoke, he pushed his bicycle towards the village. The village was not very large, with only about 20 to 30 households. There were cement roads in the village, and many poplar and euphratica trees were planted on the roadside. It looked very beautiful, which was very different from the villages he had visited before.

Seeing Qin Yuan coming, several old men who were originally sitting at the entrance of the village playing musical instruments turned their eyes over.

Seeing that the visitor was a Han Chinese like Qin Yuan, the faces of the elders showed curiosity and smiles, and then asked in Mandarin with a heavy accent: "Adasi, who are you looking for?"

In the eyes of the old people, Qin Yuan’s sudden intrusion must have meant that he came to their village to look for someone. After all, this is not a tourist attraction, so generally no strangers would come here.

In addition, Qin Yuan is a Han Chinese, which makes him even rarer, so their first reaction was that Qin Yuan came here to look for someone.

Hearing this, Qin Yuan smiled and shook his head, saying: "Uncle, I'm not looking for anyone. I rode here from the south and happened to pass by your village, so I came in to take a look out of curiosity.

Uncle, your village is so beautiful! And the instrument you play is also very nice, is this a dutar?"

Qin Yuan pointed at the musical instruments in the hands of several old men and asked curiously. Hearing Qin Yuan's question, several old men nodded happily, as if they were very happy that Qin Yuan could recognize their national musical instruments at a glance.

"Dutar, it's Dutar!" said one of the old men in not very fluent Mandarin.

In fact, elderly people of this age generally cannot speak Mandarin, so it is very difficult for ordinary people to communicate with them.

However, the old man in front of him was a little special. He could actually speak Mandarin. Although his pronunciation was not very standard, Qin Yuan could still understand it easily with his hearing.

Since Qin Yuan had more than 300,000 system points, he could learn the Western language in an instant if he wanted to, but he did not do so.

Because it would seem too ostentatious. You know, he has shown so many dialects now, such as Gan dialect, Cantonese, Suzhou dialect, Korean, and even the elegant language of ancient Central Plains.

In this case, if he were to show his Western dialect again, it would be too outrageous, and it is possible that some black fans would spread rumors.

Furthermore, he needs to shoot videos, and when he comes to an unfamiliar place, the language barrier can often create many interesting things, which is very helpful in increasing the watchability of the video.

So, after thinking about it, Qin Yuan simply didn't go to learn it. Anyway, there weren't many people he met along the way, and he could communicate through sign language when he needed to.

Moreover, the new generation of young people in the Western Regions basically speak Mandarin, so whether he can speak the Western language or not will not have much impact on his travel, so it doesn’t matter.

Hearing the old man's answer that it was indeed a dutar, Qin Yuan seemed very excited. He then smiled while filming and said, "It seems that I guessed right. It is indeed a dutar. This instrument is so beautiful!"

There was no compliment in his words; he really thought Dutar was beautiful.

As a musician, Qin Yuan is very familiar with many musical instruments. In fact, he not only thinks the dutar is beautiful, but also thinks that many musical instruments in the Western Regions are very beautiful in terms of shape and color matching. Moreover, these instruments have obvious exotic styles and are completely independent of the framework of the Central Plains. They have their own system.

This system has the shadow of Arabic and Persian styles, but they are not exactly the same. After thousands of years of evolution, they have already developed their own characteristics.

As for the difference, most people really can't tell it, but Qin Yuan can easily tell it apart.

It is precisely because of this that he was able to guess what instrument it was as soon as he heard the sound.

“By the way, I guess some of you don’t know what Dutar is, so let me give you a good introduction!

According to legend, in ancient times, the Uyghur herdsmen who lived a nomadic life mainly ate yellow sheep as their main diet. After eating the yellow sheep, they would casually discard the yellow sheep's intestines on the grassland. The yellow sheep intestines dried in the sun would make a beautiful sound when blown by the wind.

After the Uighur people discovered this sound and phenomenon, they began to consciously hang dried sheep intestines on hollowed-out wood.

Then it was used to make musical instruments, and thus the most primitive, ancient and simplest dutar appeared.

Dutar's name comes from the Persian word dutar, where du means two and tar means string, that is, an instrument with two strings.

The Chinese transliteration is also written as "Dutar, Dutar, Dutar", etc. Although the names are different, the musical instrument they refer to is the same.

The traditional dutar is similar in structure to the tambourine and looks like a large ladle with a long handle. It consists of a resonance box, headstock, neck, pegs, bridge and strings.

The materials used are mostly naturally dried mulberry wood, apricot wood or walnut wood. The specifications and sizes are determined according to the different categories of men, women and children, and are usually divided into three types: large, medium and small.

The large handle has 17 frets with silk strings, and the small one has 14 frets, making it suitable for both men and women to play.

Like other musical instruments in the Western Regions, the folk musical instruments in the Western Regions have a dual nature.

It can not only be used as an accompaniment instrument to play music, but also can be displayed as an exquisite and gorgeous handicraft.

This is why they are so beautiful. For example, the dutar in the old man’s hand has been decorated, so it looks simple, simple, noble and elegant. ”

"Old man, what piece of music did you play just now? It sounds so good! Can you play it again?" Qin Yuan asked curiously, looking at the old man who could speak Mandarin.

"*&@#￥!" Upon hearing Qin Yuan's question, the old man immediately spoke something in Western dialect, which left Qin Yuan confused.

Although he didn't understand what the old man said, he could guess that the song was obviously a folk song with Western characteristics.

Therefore, he did not dwell on what the song was called, but sat quietly near the old man. Because he wanted to listen to it again, the old men actually played it again.

In this case, he naturally has to sit aside and listen very seriously, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the performer.

Listening to the performance of several elderly people, Qin Yuan couldn't help but beat the rhythm and was very satisfied with the song played by the elderly people.

In just one minute, the elders finished playing the piece of music. It was very nice to listen to and full of Western characteristics, which you can never hear in the Central Plains.

"It's the first time I hear such a performance. It's really nice to hear. Elderly people, thank you for your performance!" Qin Yuan looked at the elderly people in front of him very politely, then gave a thumbs up and said.

Seeing him giving a thumbs up in praise, several old men laughed happily, and then the old man who could speak Mandarin actually raised his hand and gave Qin Yuan a thumbs up, obviously expressing his gratitude.

"Old man, can you lend it to me to touch?" Qin Yuan asked curiously as he looked at the dutar in the old man's hand.

Although he had heard of dutar and had some understanding of this instrument, this was the first time he encountered it in real life.

As a result, he couldn't hide his inner curiosity and wanted to touch it with his own hands. Upon hearing his words, the old man handed the dutar in his hand to Qin Yuan without saying a word.

"Adasi, can you play the dutar?" Seeing Qin Yuan's enthusiastic look, several old people thought that Qin Yuan could also play the dutar, so they asked curiously.

Hearing this, Qin Yuan smiled and nodded: "I know a little bit, but I seldom play it normally, but maybe I can give it a try now."

Qin Yuan did not lie, he really knew how to play the dutar, and not just the dutar. As a monstrous musician, there was no instrument in this world that he did not know how to play.

Even if he doesn't know how to do it for the time being, as long as he uses the system points to support him, then he will be able to do it in an instant.

So, a mere Dutar is a piece of cake for him.

"Adasi, you're welcome. Since you can play dutar, show off your skills!"

Seeing Qin Yuan nod, several old men couldn't help but show interest on their faces, and then stared at Qin Yuan very seriously, as if they were waiting to see what would happen.

Seeing the other party's expectant look, Qin Yuan didn't bother to be polite. His fingers immediately began to pluck the strings of the dutar. In an instant, a piece of music with extremely exotic characteristics sounded.

As the music started, several elderly people present looked at Qin Yuan in shock, because the song Qin Yuan was playing was something they had never heard before. Although they had never heard of it, it sounded very nice and had a strong local flavor.

You have to know that Qin Yuan in front of them is obviously a Han Chinese. It is really unbelievable that a Han Chinese can play Western-style music that the locals have never heard of with just a few gestures.
So, they were naturally shocked.

The song that Qin Yuan was playing with the old man's dutar at this moment was none other than "The Indian Girl", a soundtrack from the TV series "Journey to the West" that Qin Yuan had watched in his previous life.

Yes, the song Qin Yuan was playing at this moment was "The Indian Girl". Because in this world, the TV series "Journey to the West" had not yet been broadcast, so this song was naturally not available.

Under such circumstances, it is understandable that Qin Yuan took this opportunity to play this song with a strong exotic flavor.

A few minutes later, Qin Yuan finished playing the entire song "Indian Girl", which immediately made the several elderly people present stare at Qin Yuan in amazement, with disbelief in their eyes.

"Adasi, what song are you playing? Why have I never heard it before?" The old man who could speak Mandarin looked at Qin Yuan expectantly and asked.

(End of this chapter)