don't call me singer

Chapter 106 The Wanderer

In a small square with not many people, next to the mobile police booth, Wang Haixia sang a little tremblingly.

"A toast to freedom
a toast to death
Forgive my ordinary and dispel the confusion

Well, after dawn, I always leave in a hurry..."

After Brother Ting finished being nervous, it was Wang Haixia's turn to be nervous.

Mao Buyi's song is not difficult to sing, but Wang Haixia is still nervous and out of tune.

Standing in front of everyone and singing is really not as easy as imagined.

The QR code in front of me has not been opened yet.

In the piano case is also the change of more than 20 yuan they put in by themselves.

Of course, no young lady came to send them flowers...

Fortunately, the singing is finally over, and it's time for Zhao Mo to get nervous!
Wang Haixia sang the last line tremblingly:
"A sober person is the most ridiculous..."

I heard a loud shout from the side: "Okay! Good singing!"

Wang Haixia heard someone cheering, turned his head subconsciously, and saw a drunk uncle standing by the side of the road.

On such a hot day, the uncle still wears a suit and leather shoes, but a layer of soil has been rubbed on the suit from nowhere, and the tie is also on one side. He smells of alcohol and looks a little unsteady when he walks.

The uncle clapped his hands as if no one was around: "Good singing!" Then he burped, and came over: "Sing me "The Wandering Tale"!"

Wang Haixia was a little scared and took a step back subconsciously.

Then I saw the uncle take out a few banknotes from his pocket: "Can you sing? If you sing well, this is for you..."

Seeing these banknotes, Wang Haixia's eyes lit up.

Before he came out, he had already blown Haikou in the circle of friends, and he wanted to fill the piano case back.

The reality of the result is cruel.

"What should I do?" Wang Haixia looked back at Zhou Xianting.

"I can sing a little bit, but I don't know how to accompany... Xiaobai?" Zhou Xianting could only turn to Gu Xiaobai for help.

Gu Xiaobai sighed: "I'll listen to it first."

He took out his phone and put on his earphones.

"Sorry, can you wait for a few minutes?" Wang Haixia said to the drunk uncle.

The drunk uncle found a rock and sat down. The people next to him quickly moved away from him.

Looking at a few people, you look at me, I look at you, whispering, the uncle got a little impatient, stood up, and said: "If you don't sing, I will sing!"

Wang Haixia stepped back quickly and gave the microphone to the uncle.

"Where's the accompaniment?" The uncle was about to sing, but suddenly turned his head and asked.

Zhou Xianting had no choice but to scan a few chords from memory. The uncle didn't care about the rhythm or chords, and sang in a rough tone:
"My parents

call me to wander

Weeping while walking...

where to wander

Wandering to Dongcheng

I can't find my sweetheart..."

The drunk uncle sang and sang, suddenly choked up, and then burst into tears.

Wang Haixia looked at him from the side, not knowing what to do.

Many of the people next to him planned to leave at first, for fear of getting drunk, but at this moment, they subconsciously looked over.

The uncle in a suit and leather shoes, smelling of alcohol, with a decadent face, choked up and cried, for some reason, suddenly hit the softest part of some people's hearts.

Who is not a wanderer in this huge city?

Who hasn't been under tremendous pressure, running around for a living, only to be scarred in the end?

But who doesn't force a smile and put on a calm mask?

Only when you are drunk can you remove all disguises and release your inner fragility.

The uncle choked up and sang: "My heart is very sad, I can't find my lover..."

After singing this line, the uncle couldn't bear it anymore, squatted down on the ground, and began to cry.

Seeing the uncle crying, many people present felt as if they had been rubbed with sand, and their hearts thumped.

What kind of things must happen to a 40-year-old adult to be so vulnerable and sad.

The old man who was carrying the stool to listen to the singing just now sighed and said, "Young man, have a good cry and go home quickly... huh? Drinking alcohol hurts your body, too much is not good..."

The uncle just squatted there with his head buried, his shoulders twitching: "I have no face to go home, woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo... Forced me to drink, the bank urged me to repay the loan, woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo..."

The more the uncle talked, the more sad he became, and in the end, he almost burst into tears.

The old man didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only shake his head and sigh.

In this world, who can bear the suffering for whom?

Zhou Xianting strummed the string subconsciously, not knowing whether to stop or not.

At this moment, he heard the sound of zither and drums.

Ka Honggu was sitting under Zhao Mo's buttocks, Zhou Xianting looked over in wonder, and then saw Zhao Mo looking in Gu Xiaobai's direction.

Gu Xiaobai has already taken off the earphones.

His face was shrouded in darkness, and he couldn't see clearly, only the singing sounded:
"So I left my house down the hill,

I really don't want to let the tears flow easily
i thought i wasn't bad

won't be afraid..."

Gu Xiaobai's voice was unprecedentedly deep, with a hint of trembling instability.

His intonation fluctuated between breaking and not breaking, because the airflow increased, the graininess became bigger, and there was a hint of crying.

If someone can see his memory palace, he can see that in his memory palace, there is an extra CD recorder with a somewhat classical flavor, and beside it, there is an extra CD rack.

This is the concretization of his "music library system".

And a CD called "Wandering" has appeared on the CD shelf.

The special memory method of the "Music Library System" allowed him to listen to it once, and he had already printed the entire song in his mind. At this moment, the entire song was decomposed, arranged, and combined in his memory palace to form the most perfect form. Fits the look of the band now.

It's as if he is in his own mind, repeating this song for an unknown number of times.

But what really moved him was the uncle's outrageous singing.

How was he wronged?Why do you have a home, but still wander so lonely but don't go home?Why did no one help him bear the pain?No one is silently supporting him behind?
Gu Xiaobai, who lives in an ivory tower and is supported and tolerated by his family, teachers, and classmates, doesn't understand.

At least, if you are wronged, you can go home. Isn’t home your harbor forever?

Why wander?

Why do not understand, but want to cry?
"I just took care of myself and grew up

I don't want to bow my head because of reality

i thought i wasn't bad

Can learn to fake..."

Gu Xiaobai's singing attracted more and more people to watch.

Passers-by stopped, pedestrians gathered, and even the policeman on duty next to him secretly glanced over.

The uncle who was squatting on the ground also raised his head and stared blankly at Gu Xiaobai.

It was already dark, and before that, most people didn't notice Gu Xiaobai, who was wearing a hat and a mask, playing the piano with his head bowed all the time.

But as long as the singing is together, no one in this world can ignore him!
But now, Gu Xiaobai's mask has been taken off. After he lowered his head and sang the last paragraph, he suddenly raised his head:
"Ah ↗——"

"Ah ↗——!"

"Ah↗——!!"

Raise the key three times in a row.

Compared with Gu Xiaobai's usual vocal range, the key of this song is actually relatively low.

Even if the key is raised, it is not sharp, but becomes more high-pitched.

The three roars sounded like a roar, accumulating emotions to the peak.

It was as if an invisible thorn had been pierced into everyone's heart.

Almost everyone took a deep breath subconsciously.

The old man playing the cattail fan stopped in mid-air.

The policeman standing in the distance subconsciously clenched his fists.

The lady police officer who had been moving inside the police booth opened the window to look over.

A passerby who was on the phone in a hurry opened his mouth wide and looked at the small group of people around the road in astonishment.

The two middle school students who went home side by side stopped fighting like no one else was around.

In the air, it was as if a string was slowly tightening, tightening, tightening.

(End of this chapter)