don't call me singer

Chapter 108 The first street singing of 306 is completed!
"thanks, thanks!"

In the crowd, four people kept thanking each other, and the onlookers were almost queuing up to scan the QR code, or throwing money into the piano box.

Even the aunt who would care about pennies when shopping for vegetables threw down two ten-yuan bills and gave her a thumbs-up.

"No, no, too much, too much." The four felt embarrassed instead.

The old man grabbed them and chatted:
"Don't be shy, I've heard so many people sing, and you are the best."

"Yo, you are college students, come out to experience life?"

"Ah, it's from Dongyuan University! It's amazing! Come on, guys, these guys are all high-achieving students from Dongyuan University!"

Everyone applauded and gave another wave of rewards.

It made a few people even more embarrassed.

This kind of interaction was almost never experienced by Gu Xiaobai when he was performing on stage.

On weekdays, he just sings and forgets about it after singing, like a heartless man who starts to mess up and ends up giving up.

But today, he really felt the charm of interacting with the audience.

Many people left, and many people joined in, just watching the fun and asking what happened.

The people who were present just now were bragging next to them, saying how good the song was just now.

The newcomers didn't believe it and asked to sing a few more songs.

Some people order songs.

Everything became hot again.

An aunt appeared at the edge of the crowd, saw the drunk man's embarrassed appearance, went up and grabbed him: "Why are you here, come with me home."

Pulling and pulling hard, the uncle was dragged away.

Time passed quickly, and it was completely dark.

A beautiful young lady bought Ah Shui from the neighbor and gave it to three people.

An aunt brought her cooked corn.

A big sister who looked very intellectual brought some snacks over.

Several young ladies recognized Gu Xiaobai, but they just ran over excitedly to ask for his autograph, and listened to him for a long time, without disturbing his singing.

A girl who looked like a high school student ran over to ask a math question.

It was quiet for about 5 minutes.

"Thank you little brother, you are better than our teacher!"

The high school girl happily scanned the QR code to give a reward, and then left.

The four of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and they had to be tutors by the way?

The old man who was the first audience left, and after a while, he brought his wife over, shaking the cattail fan, and the two of them sat beside him and listened.

The four sang for a while, stopped for a while, came and went, came and went, and three hours passed without knowing it.

The prepared songs were sung, and many unprepared songs were sung.

The three of Wang Haixia, Zhou Xianting, and Zhao Mo completely let go, and they were no longer nervous, and the waves flew up.

If the song sounds good, everyone applauds, but if the song doesn't sound good, everyone asks to sing it themselves.

An old man played a song for everyone with a saxophone.

Another aunt came to a scene.

Two people who looked like junior high school students sang a song together.

There is also a little cute baby who recites Tang poems on stage.

It's like a community get-together.

Gu Xiaobai has already sat in the back and started full-time tutoring, surrounded by little girls holding books and blushing.

Wherever you go, the eyes of the masses are discerning.

Then the number of people gradually decreased, after all, it was late.

The four of them discussed it, and it was time to go back, and began to pack their things.

"Let's go, boys go back, and we will go back too." The old man with the cattail fan tapped on his lower back, and walked away with his wife supporting each other.

The police brothers and sisters who silently helped to maintain order for a long time also took out money, put a few pieces in the piano box, smiled and nodded and left.

In fact, they have already left work, which is really causing trouble for others.

But the harvest was astonishing. Several people packed the piano case and exclaimed again and again when they saw the change that was really filling the piano case.

Wang Haixia was desperately posting on Moments and Weibo all night.

His Zando was about to explode.

At this time, it is even more necessary to send a text to Moments: "One day's harvest..."

Before the post was finished, I saw a person running over in a hurry.

"Great, you guys haven't left yet."

It was the drunk uncle just now.

He changed into a T-shirt and shorts. He probably took a shower and slept, and he felt much better.

Then he took out several red notes and put them into the piano case.

"Thank you, fortunately I caught up, thank you!"

"Uncle...too many!" The four of them didn't know what to say.

Singing rewards, most of them are a few dollars, a dozen or 20 yuan.

There are also a few cents.

There was also a little cute baby who threw several pieces of candy into it.

Singing, as much as you like, sometimes after listening to a song quietly, it is more moving and more recognizable than throwing some money and leaving in a hurry.

"Uncle still has this money. It's not easy for you children to come out. The money is for you to take a taxi home at night. Go back quickly and find a place to eat. Don't go back too late, it's dangerous. "

Then he looked at the four people and said, "Whenever you hold a concert, uncle, I will join you, thank you!"

The uncle bowed to the four of them again, turned around and left.

The four of them stopped their movements and looked at the uncle's back until he disappeared into the night again.

When seeing this uncle, Gu Xiaobai couldn't help thinking of his father.

The drunk uncle is about the same age as Gu Xiaobai's father.

Thinking of my dad being overwhelmed by the mortgage, was he ever so vulnerable in private?
At that time, who was comforting him?
Is there someone to comfort him?

If I am injured, I can go home; if my father is injured, where can I go?

Can he have a good cry?

I'm afraid, no...

He is homesick.

I want to go home.

I want to go back and see if my parents are okay.

I want to hug them and tell them that I have grown up.

I can already discuss the future, I can already have a heart-to-heart talk with my dad, I can already share some pressure for the family...

Over there, Wang Haixia hugged the piano case and laughed loudly: "Okay, before closing the piano case, let's take a group photo together!"

This heartless guy was completely immersed in the joy of the end of his first singing session.

He dragged three people, squatted in front of the piano box, and with a click, four people were included in it.

"Dorm 306 is singing for the first time, it's done! Oye!"

"Go back, go back! Go back and show off!"

The four of them carried pianos and speakers, sang shoulder to shoulder, and disappeared at the end of the road.

Not far away, Director Shi came out from behind a commercial vehicle that had been parked for several hours.

Before he came, he never expected to see such a performance.

So moved, so shocked!
It's no worse than watching performances on the top stages!
That is, when he saw four people performing and interacting with the audience, he suddenly understood.

Music, in fact, does not depend on the level, nor does it depend on whether the stage is tall or not.

As long as it can have an audience and impress people, it is a success!

"This trainee, let's not do it."

"Director Shi?" The photographer next to him was a little worried, is he about to lose his job?

　New week, please recommend tickets~
　　


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