In fact, for Gu Xiaobai, this performance was too much of a failure.

Within a minute of singing, there were already several times when the sound was almost broken, and in this mood, Gu Xiaobai's vocal cords seemed to be uncontrollable.

Something is stuck in my throat and I can't cough it out.

No, no, it's a show......

He took two breaths, desperately calmed down, and in the next second, Gu Xiaobai's particularly distinctive voice sounded again:

"How can I see through the lies in the mask?

Don't let my true heart scatter - sand ——!!

If one day I become more complicated......

When he sang "more complicated", Gu Xiaobai's voice was low again.

His emotions were a little uncontrollable.

Singing and singing, there are some things, he suddenly and slowly understood.

No matter what kind of difficulties I encountered, there was always someone who silently supported me and protected me.

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

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

Emotions are even more uncontrollable.

"CAN YOU STILL SING THE PUYUMA (HOMETOWN) ——...... IN THE SONG?"

In the last sentence, the tone has almost passed through the center of the earth.

This is probably the most failed singing performance after he got the system, and the last few words are on the verge of breaking the sound, and the resonance is all gone, even the nasal cavity is gone, what is the resonance?

Then the voice suddenly became mute.

Two tears rolled down.

In the past, Gu Xiaobai sang and cried with others, but today, he sang and sang and cried.

The piano couldn't go on, Gu Xiaobai's accompaniment stopped, reached out to wipe a handful of tears, and took two big breaths.

Only Zhou Xianting was still sweeping the strings, and Zhao Mo's drums were half a beat slower.

The live performance became messy.

But really, nobody really cares about that.

No one expected that in the midst of this busyness, on the corner of the small street where they occasionally stopped, an ordinary-looking singing team would move everyone.

The single dog carrying dinner, the aunt pulling the grocery shopping cart, and the white-collar lady who bought Ah Shui and waiting, all blinked quietly, squeezed the moistness in the corners of their eyes and desperately squeezed them away.

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

How can an adult cry?

How can people see crying?

But the drunken uncle snorted and cried again.

Anyway, it's a shame, and I'm not afraid of even more shame.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Gu Xiaobai wiped a handful of tears, and the chords in his hands slammed down again:

The throat is dumb, the nose is blocked, but ...... Anyway, keep singing.

What are you afraid of?

He sniffed, and a low chant rang out:

"Oh hey, hey, whoa......"

Zhou Xianting inhaled vigorously and joined in.

"Oh hey, hey, hey, no~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 voices.

It seems that there is some emotion that wants to be vented.

What did they think of at this moment?

"Oh hey, hey, hey, nao~ Wow......"

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

"Oh yes, oh yes, what a whoa......"

The uncle, who was still crying just now, also joined in.

All the voices come together.

"Oh~hey~yo~hey, roar-hey~"

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

It is an original song by Banai, a female singer of mixed race from the indigenous people of Treasure Island.

This is an exceptionally good song, I don't know how many people have covered this song, but I don't know why, very few people have sung the original version in its entirety.

I don't know if it's because it's too tearjerking or because of something else.

In particular, this chanting part is the progression of emotions, like a soothing of emotions, like a parent's earnest entrustment, and like a farewell to the past, there is really too much room to relate.

Gu Xiaobai roared so loudly that his cavity broke.

After a period of chanting, everyone quieted down and looked at Gu Xiaobai.

Gu Xiaobai's emotions all collapsed, broke the jar, and began to sing the second paragraph.

"That's how I left my home ...... down the mountain"

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

"Uncle, give you water. A milky little girl ran up to the drunken uncle and handed him a bottle of water.

The drunken uncle took it, grinned, and was so frightened that the little girl turned her face and ran to the leg of a young woman next to her, hugged her leg, and then turned her head shyly and looked at the drunken uncle.

The drunken uncle looked down and saw the embarrassed appearance on his body, revealing an expression that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

It's really a gaffe today, how can this be......

When you are seen by your colleagues and customers, you will definitely laugh at yourself.

He poured a small half bottle of water on his face, and slapped it vigorously on his hand.

"Young man, sit here. "The old man gave up his maza.

The drunken uncle shook his head, and at this time Gu Xiaobai had already finished singing the second paragraph.

Zhou Xianting and a few people, following Gu Xiaobai, sang in chorus unwillingly.

It doesn't matter if it's good, it's bad, it's not good.

Just sing it.

This is a teenager!

This is singing!

At this point, they sang "Can you still sing the ...... of the painting?"

Then the drunken uncle craned his neck and joined in.

"Ahh......h

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Hey, hey, hey—"

"Ahh

"Ahh......h Ahh

"Oh-......ahh

"Hey, oh, babble......"

Almost everyone present joined in.

They don't have to know the lyrics, which aren't lyrics in the first place.

They just sang along to the tune.

Some people are wiping their tears, some people are singing selflessly, and some people are dancing......

That's the charm of singing in the streets.

Thousands of people, thousands of ideas, each with their own past, their own future.

Everyone crossed paths at this moment, was moved together, and sang loudly together.

Then, go on with your life.

It's just that I don't know where to go, but I have been infused with strength and bravely faced all difficulties.

After the chanting was over, the drunken uncle came to the microphone again.

He turned his head to look at the four teenagers.

It's like looking at your own children, or at your younger self.

"The first one don't drink—"

"The second one don't eat betel nut—"

"The third one doesn't ~ want to smoke cigarettes-"

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

He still sang absurdly, but he didn't cry anymore.

If these children encounter a setback one day and cry alone on the street, will there be anyone to comfort them?

He remembered the entrustment of his parents back then, and also remembered his past over the years, and also saw a tomorrow that should not be retreated.

Gu Xiaobai played the piano in the back, sang harmony, and after the uncle sang the lyrics, he raised his head: "Ah...... Ahh

The last chord falls.

There was silence.

Then, thunderous applause rang out.

Not far away, Shi Dao stared blankly at the crowded crowd and at the four teenagers who were surrounded by everyone.

I felt that something in my heart was touched.