don't call me singer

Chapter 321 Another Kind of Youth

On the stage, the bad boys, who are either white or black, sweated, ravaged the guitar, roared and sang, declaring their youth as "bad boys".

Off the stage, no matter if they were fans of black or white, or fans of Gu Xiaobai, they were all crazy, waving flags and lights of various colors.

No matter whose name is written on it, it is all for black and white support at the moment.

For Fu Wenyao's support.

Looking at the domineering young man on the stage, Zhao Xingsheng, who was on the judging panel, was filled with emotion.

He still remembers that not long ago in May, this boy stood on the primary stage of the school song competition for the first time, and he couldn't even finish singing a song.

But now, the young man on the stage already looked like a superstar.

This kind of typhoon, this kind of singing, this kind of arrangement, as long as he is willing, there will definitely be a place for him in the future Chinese music scene.

And what is his progress like this for?
A catfish that got into the fish pond made the whole pond come alive.

If there is no Gu Xiaobai, can they grow up so quickly?

I'm afraid not.

But now, the performance of black and white is already like this, what about 306?
Can they compare?

For the first time, Zhao Xingsheng actually started to worry that Gu Xiaobai would lose.

Will this kid lose?

But everyone loses, there is no one who never fails in this world.

This is the fullest and most flaming performance so far on the stage of Black and White.

Either white or black has undergone quantitative changes and produced qualitative changes.

And this time, it was their moment of butterfly change, they found their own style.

From then on it's black and white, no longer "that metal band", they are truly unique black and white!
And most of the people off the stage, they didn't think so much.

They were impressed by the cool youngsters who played games, played bands, danced hip-hop, and played cool.

Then inadvertently, I thought of the moment when I was rebellious.

Who hasn't lived in the secondary school era of sand sculptures!
Although sand sculpture, but this is youth...

On the stage, Fu Wenyao yelled over and over again: "We are the black without white!"

The audience also shouted desperately.

So what about black!
We don't need white!

So what about rebellion!
We don't need to be good babies!
We are the prettiest boys on the street!
The ladies and sisters walking around all bow down to my suit pants!
After the song ended, Fu Wenyao gasped on the stage.

This kind of singing is really exhausting. You have to play the piano, sing, and dance.

But cool!
So cool!

This feeling of controlling the entire stage and all the audience cheering for you is so cool!
Starting today, it is either black or white, and there is also a representative work!
There were several curtain calls in a row, and it was either white or black before stepping down.

The host came to the stage and said, "Everyone knows that my partner Lian Lin, as the host of the school song competition, has always been a big fan of Xiaobai."

"When you were watching other people's performances in front of the stage, she was watching Xiao Bai from behind and drooling."

"She told me personally that the reason why she accepted the host job is to have more time to watch Xiaobai..."

"But I just saw that Lian Lin was drooling looking at Brother Yao... Really... Oh, don't hit me!"

The two hosts had a symbolic chase on stage for a moment, which caused the audience to burst into laughter.

"Really, after listening to the song just now, I'm already a fan of Brother Yao, Brother Yao, I support you! Let's have barbecue together another day!"

Fu Wenyao, who stepped down and returned to the front desk, turned around and made an OK gesture.

"Brother Yao's song about youth and teenagers is about rebellious teenagers, flamboyant youth..."

"The following song, we saw props in the back, we think, this should be a completely different kind of youth..."

"Let's enjoy, brought by the 306 singing group, that is, Bai Mo Tingxia..."One Hundred Days"!"

"One Hundred Days"?What's the name?
The light dimmed again, and when it was turned on again after a while, several people from 306 appeared on the stage.

On the podium, there were more than a dozen desks, and various reference materials, textbooks, and test papers were scattered on the desks...

Four people in 306, wearing blue sportswear-style school uniforms, sat scattered behind several desks.

Some people are reading, some are looking around, some are secretly playing with their mobile phones, and some are in a daze.

Wang Haixia suddenly stretched out of boredom, stood up, leaned on the desk, and looked into the distance.

The melodious whistle sounded.

Huh?whistle?

The melodious whistle blows out a lonely, sad, slow and melodious melody.

The judges frowned after listening for a while.

Eh... natural minor?
Compared with major scales, minor scales are born with a certain gloomy and sad temperament, and then whistled, a feeling of loneliness arises spontaneously.

Afterwards, Zhou Xianting also joined in, his way of whistling was more piercing, the sound of his breath was stronger and more hollow.

It's like the autumn wind blows through the fallen leaves, and the last leaf is trembling.

It's like a wanderer looking back at his hometown, the familiar countryside has disappeared into the distance.

The tuner added more reverb to their whistles, which flattened the excitement of the whistles and made the sound more melodious.

But also more lonely.

In the corner, Zhao Mo suddenly pushed the books on the table to the ground, and then patted the table lightly.

"Crack... boom boom..."

"Crack... boom boom..."

Simple beats, simple melodies, simple whistles.

Is this... a ballad?

Folk songs, in fact, are originally equivalent to folk songs, which are music sung by word of mouth.

However, after domestic folk songs were extolled by the previous generation of literary and art workers, the foundation for the true development of folk songs into folk songs was broken, and the context of its development was cut off, making it develop in another direction.

Now, domestic folk songs are basically developed from the campus folk song activities in Baodao, and then turned into Chinese folk songs that are not sung in the south, girls, poor, and sad.

As a result, folk songs and folk songs are completely opposed in China, and they have become two different themes.

Compared with the black and white rap metal just now, this is definitely two extremes.

The black and white "bad boy" is rebellious, dry, cool and rock!
But now, just a piece of melody has made people feel so sad that they can't help themselves. It seems that suddenly, everyone has disappeared, leaving only myself alone.

"This...is the loneliest melody I've heard this year..." someone whispered.

That feeling was like being in a sea of ​​people who suddenly stopped in their tracks and looked around in a daze.

There are familiar whistles, which sound from nowhere, but I can't find the source.

It is because of the turbulent crowd and the familiar melody that I feel lonely.

On the stage, Gu Xiaobai lay on the desk, looked forward from behind two thick stacks of test questions, and spoke.

Slow, soothing mid-bass sounds:
"If I finish writing a hundred test papers
will you look back at me

One hundred days... one hundred days...

One hundred days... one hundred days...

The last hundred days before parting...

If I finish wiping the 100 yuan blackboard
will you look up at me

One hundred days... one hundred days...

One hundred days... one hundred days...

The last hundred days before parting..."

The slow, low, and sad voice, along with the whistle, gently repeated the words "one hundred days", as if pouring a cup of bitter wine called loneliness into his mouth, tasting it over and over again.

Not spicy, only sour.

(End of this chapter)