don't call me singer

Chapter 107 The painting in the singing

Actually, for Gu Xiaobai, this performance was really a failure.

Within a minute of singing, the sound almost broke several times. In this mood, Gu Xiaobai's vocal cords seemed to be out of control.

It feels like something is stuck in my throat and I can't cough it out.

No, no, this is a show...

He took a few breaths and tried his best to calm down. The next second, Gu Xiaobai's distinctive voice sounded again:

"How to see through the lies behind the mask—

Don't let my sincerity scatter like - sand -! !

If one day I get more complicated...

When singing "more complicated", Gu Xiaobai's voice became low again.

His emotions were a little out of control again.

As he sang, he suddenly understood something.

No matter what kind of difficulties I encounter, there is always someone who silently supports me and protects me.

Because, they are helping me carry the weight forward, helping me prop up a pure sky.

At that moment, the shadow of his parents and the small town where he was born flashed in his mind.

Emotions are even more uncontrollable.

"Can you still sing the PUYUMA (hometown) in the song——"

In the last sentence, the downgrade has almost pierced through the center of the earth.

This is probably the most failed singing after he got the system. The last few words are on the verge of breaking the sound, and the resonance is gone, even the nasal cavity is blocked. What is the resonance?
Then the voice suddenly fell silent.

Two tears rolled down.

In the past, Gu Xiaobai sang to cry for others, but today, he sang and sang himself to cry.

Unable to play the piano anymore, Gu Xiaobai's accompaniment stopped. He reached out to wipe away his tears and took two deep breaths.

Only Zhou Xianting was still strumming the strings, and Zhao Mo's drum was half a beat slower.

The live performance became messy.

But really, really no one cares about that.

No one expected that in the busyness, a small street corner that occasionally stopped, a seemingly ordinary singing team, would move everyone.

The single dog carrying dinner, the aunt pulling the grocery shopping trolley, and the white-collar lady who was waiting to buy Ah Shui all blinked quietly, squeezed the moist corners of their eyes away desperately.

The little policeman on duty next to him couldn't bear it anymore, and turned his head to wipe the corners of his eyes.

How can adults cry?
How can people see crying?
But the drunk uncle groaned and cried again.

Anyway, I lost my embarrassment, so I'm not afraid of even more embarrassment.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Gu Xiaobai wiped away his tears, and slammed down the chord in his hand again:
My throat is hoarse, my nose is blocked, but...don't worry, let's continue singing.

What are you afraid of?

He sniffed, and a low singing voice sounded:

"Oh hey, hey, huh, huh..."

Zhou Xianting took a deep breath and joined in.

"Oh hey yo, ehhhh~ wow..."

Then, Wang Haixia and Zhao Mo also joined in.

The voices of the two people were not very stable, one was high and the other was low, but they still roared at the top of their throats.

It seems that there is some emotion and wants to vent it.

At this moment, what did they think of?
"Oh hey yo, hey huh huh~ wow..."

Others, whether they could sing or not, joined in.

"Oh hey yo, hey huh huh huh..."

The uncle who was still howling just now also joined in.

All voices come together.

"Oh~ hey~ yo~ hey, ho-hey~"

The song "Wanderings" should actually be called "Panai Wanderings", or "Banai Wanderings"

It is an original song by Banai, an aboriginal mixed-race female singer of Baodao.

This is an exceptionally good song. I don't know how many people have sung this song, but for some reason, very few people have sung the original version completely.

I don't know if it was because it was too tear-jerking, or because of something else.

Especially the chanting part, it is a progression of emotions, it also seems to comfort the emotions, it is like the entrustment of parents, and it is like a farewell to the past. There is really too much room for association.

Gu Xiaobai yelled until his tongue broke.

After singing for a while, everyone quieted down and looked at Gu Xiaobai.

Gu Xiaobai's emotions completely collapsed, he broke the jar and began to sing the second verse.

"I just left my house at the foot of the mountain..."

The drunk uncle also squatted on the ground, tilted his head, and listened quietly.

"Uncle, I'll give you some water." A childish girl ran up to the drunk uncle and handed him a bottle of water.

The drunk uncle took it and grinned. The little girl turned away in fright and ran to the leg of a young woman next to her, hugged her leg, and then turned her head shyly to look at the drunk uncle.

The drunken uncle lowered his head, saw his embarrassed appearance, and showed an expression that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

I really lost my composure today, how could it be like this...

When colleagues and customers see it, they will definitely laugh at themselves.

He poured a small half bottle of water on his face and hands, and patted them vigorously a few times.

"Young man, sit here for a meeting." The old man gave up his horse.

The drunk uncle shook his head, at this time Gu Xiaobai had already finished the second stanza.

Zhou Xianting and others followed Gu Xiaobai and sang along with forgetfulness.

nice?ugly?It does not matter.

Just sing.

This is the boy!

This is singing!

At this time they sang "Can you still sing what is in the song——that painting..."

Then the drunk uncle raised his neck and joined in.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Ah-oh eh--"

"Ah hey-"

"Hey hey-"

"Ah heh heh—"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

"Oh—ahhhhhh..."

"Hey oh yah..."

Almost everyone present joined in.

They don't have to know the lyrics, which aren't even lyrics.

They just followed the tune and sang loudly.

Some people are wiping their tears, some are singing ecstasy, some are dancing...

This is the charm of singing on the street.

Thousands of people, thousands of ideas, everyone has their own past and their own future.

Everyone met at this moment, were moved together, and sang loudly together.

Then, move on with your life.

It's just that I don't know where it came from, but I have been instilled with strength to face all difficulties bravely.

After the singing was over, the drunk uncle went to the microphone again.

He turned his head and looked at the four teenagers.

It's like looking at your own child, or looking at yourself when you were young.

"First don't drink—"

"Second, don't eat betel nut—"

"The third one is no~ I want to smoke a cigarette——"

"Be honest and be a young man..."

He still sang out of tune, but he stopped crying.

If these children one day encounter setbacks and cry alone in the street, will anyone comfort them?
He remembered the entrustment of his parents back then, he also remembered his past these years, and he also saw a tomorrow that he should not shrink back.

Gu Xiaobai was playing the piano in the back and sang in harmony. After the uncle sang the lyrics, he raised his head: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——"

The last chord falls.

The whole place was silent.

Then, there was thunderous applause.

Not far away, Director Shi stared blankly at the crowd, at the four teenagers surrounded by them.

I felt that something inside me was touched.

　Well, I pushed hard...

　　There is a high probability that it will be on the shelves on August 8st.

　　After looking at the archived manuscripts and the chapters on the shelves, the update speed should be appropriately accelerated.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)