don't call me singer

Chapter 141 "The Wandering" and "The Wandering"

Three canteens, the flow of people has decreased recently.

Some colleges and universities have already started holidays, and some have not yet finished their exams.

But it is still overcrowded.

When the police uncle saw big cars, small cars, and large and small cameras at the door, he stopped them.

After listening to them talking about their intentions and checking their identities, they curled their lips and said, "I'm here to catch Xiaobai's heat again."

Ever since Director Shi pioneered the "forcibly appearing on the show", these people have been so enthusiastic about it that it can be said that they are insane.

The location of "Three Canteens" has risen with the tide, and there are already advertisers who want to negotiate advertising business.

But this is not under his jurisdiction, as long as these people don't cause trouble and don't endanger Gu Xiaobai's safety, he doesn't care.

But over there, Sister Shan came over with the awesome teacher Tony.

What are you doing?Come take a picture of our Xiaobai, have you visited the mountain?Do you understand the rules?Do you believe we sue you?

After Sister Shan's attack, there was also the challenge of the cafeteria manager Hu Chunjun. How to arrange the shooting, the location of the camera, the occupied area, etc. had to be approved by Hu Chunjun.

All the people who come to the three canteens to shoot must pass these three levels.

Neither Deng Pin nor Zhu Yun showed up, and they followed in after the staff had dealt with it.

A group of dozens of people occupied an area in front of them.

The other students who came to eat were no longer surprised, they calmly faced the camera, and calmly prepared their meals.

Fans of Gu Xiaobai, took pictures of this place with their mobile phones, and communicated on the Internet, what programs are there to catch Xiaobai's popularity.

Deng Pin, Zhu Yun, the other mentors, and the contestant sat together in the specially cleared studio area ahead, waiting quietly.

With a sound of "wow", the door curtain was lifted, and Gu Xiaobai walked in from the door.

The nearby cameras were immediately attracted by Gu Xiaobai.

Gu Xiaobai was photographed from various angles.

"Wow..." A female tutor covered her mouth, "My God..."

Xiaobai looks so handsome!So handsome, so handsome, so handsome!
From various videos, there is no such feeling that the whole body seems to be glowing!

Why are you so handsome!
Zhu Yun gave her a disgusted look, shame on her!

When my sister met Xiaobai for the first time, she didn't lose her composure, okay?

Gu Xiaobai wore a fisherman's hat today, and frowned slightly, as if he was in a bad mood.

He is carrying the piano on his back, holding the piano stand in one hand, and the flute bag in the other.

Gu Xiaobai came to the stage, set up the piano, and stood there, not paying much attention to the camera next to him.

He looked at the crowd in the audience, glanced at them, and said, "Hi everyone, I'm still singing "The Wanderer" today."

"Ugh……"

"Ooooooooooo!"

Someone in the audience sighed.

There were also cheers.

Gu Xiaobai has been singing Wandering Notes for several days.

I have to say that my singing is getting better and better, but I get tired of listening to it all the time.

But there are always people who haven't heard the scene, and there are still people who can't get tired of listening to it.

Gu Xiaobai didn't think too much about it.

He lowered his head, his fingers danced rapidly on the keys, and the prelude started.

There are all kinds of emotions in his heart now, and he wants to vent them out.

During the three days in the dream, he still couldn't find the little moth.

When he woke up in the morning, he lay on the bed, covered his face, curled up, and cried silently for several minutes.

But he dared not let his classmates find out.

In this world, no one can share everything about the little moth with him.

It was his own secret.

Little moth, where have you been?
After the prelude of two bars, Gu Xiaobai looked up:
"My parents

call me to wander

Weeping while walking...

where to wander

Wandering to Dongcheng

I can't find my soul mate...

my heart is sad

I can't find my love——"

Gu Xiaobai's voice is very stable, with a deep mid-range, without too much ostentation.

But the moment he opened his mouth, he was filled with emotions.

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai's comprehension of this song has surpassed technique and reached perfection.

Gu Xiaobai looked forward, and before his eyes, it seemed that the scenes of that spring and autumn year appeared.

The hesitation of being in an unfamiliar environment and not knowing about one's own safety, the anxiety and worry of not being able to find the person you want, and not knowing whether the other party is safe or not, all turned into singing, gushing out.

Especially when singing "I Can't Find My Lover", the last coda, the timbre instantly went dumb, and the emotion in that voice, like a tsunami, drowned everything.

Under the stage, a group of mentors and judges, like fish out of water, opened their mouths wide, standing there stupidly.

It turns out that there is no need to sing and cry yourself, you don't need to bring a crying voice, you don't need too many vibrating and ornamental sounds, and you don't need too much showing off and sensationalism.

You can sing a song like this!

It turns out that this is Gu Xiaobai's true strength!

At this moment, they finally understood why Deng Pin was dissatisfied with that singer and did not like his imitation.

This kind of feeling is like when a fashionista goes out on the street, because of the heavy rain, he is worried that his clothes will get wet, so he has to put a plastic bag on his body.

But it is ridiculous to think that putting plastic bags on your body is fashionable.

"This is how I bid farewell to my home at the foot of the mountain..."

Gu Xiaobai sang to the second stanza, and at this moment, he thought of himself in the Spring and Autumn Period, that "sonie Xiaobai", who fled home because of his cruel family, it was already very miserable.

But the little moth is probably even worse, because the young master Xiaobai has countless people to protect him. He has a car and a bed when he goes out. What does the little moth have?
There is not even a place to shelter from the wind and rain!

Who can protect her?Who can take care of her?Who can give her a home?

While thinking and singing, Gu Xiaobai couldn't control it several times.

However, he still pulled back.

The audience, the judges and fans, and even the passers-by who had no feelings for Gu Xiaobai looked at the stage worriedly.

Everyone was dying of anxiety.

Is Xiaobai about to cry?

I'm about to cry.

Hold back...

Don't cry, don't cry.

don't cry...

No, cry anyway, don't hold back...

If there is something sad, just cry hard, no one will laugh at you.

But Gu Xiaobai did not cry.

When he sang a certain passage, he almost gritted his teeth and endured it.

In this world, the most moving thing is not catharsis.

But restraint.

Restrain your emotions, don't let yourself lose control, don't let yourself despair, don't let yourself collapse.

No matter how worried and fearful you are, you must keep hope, and don't let yourself think about the most terrible consequences. No matter how difficult you are, you must believe that tomorrow will be better.

"what……"

"what--"

"Ah!!" three key-raises sounded, as if Gu Xiaobai was shouting loudly:

Little moth!
Little moth!
Where are you little moth!

"How can I see through the lies in the mask, and don't let my true heart be scattered like sand..."

How can I find you!

This kind of feeling is like a huge boulder suspended, the heart of the listener is tense, tense, tense...

When this emotion was about to reach its peak, Gu Xiaobai closed his eyes, and a tear rolled down from the corner of his eyes.

He took out a flute and put it to his lips, the sound of the flute exploded like weeping.

The entire cafeteria seemed to have been pressed the still button. The students who were cooking, the chef who was serving the rice, and the photographer who was taking pictures all lost their minds in an instant.

That drop of tear slid down Gu Xiaobai's cheek, slid across his lips, and was blown onto the flute by the wind, and entered into the blow hole.

The sound of the flute was slightly hoarse, and then the drop of tear was shattered by the crazily vibrating standing waves in the flute.

In this world, everyone is so small.

Before that vast time, it was like a drop of tear.

It was crushed in an instant.

No more traces.

Whether it is the young master Xiaobai who will eventually rule the world.

Or a little moth that wanders the world like a dust.

Time is impermanent, I only hope that in my lifetime, I can protect you.

(End of this chapter)