In a small square with few people, next to the mobile police booth, Wang Haixia sang a little tremblingly.

"A toast to freedom

A cup of toast to death

Forgive my ordinariness and dispel the confusion

Well, it's always scribbled after dawn......"

After Brother Ting was nervous, it was Wang Haixia's turn to be nervous.

Mao Buyi's song is not difficult to sing, but Wang Haixia is still nervous and repeatedly out of tune.

It's really not as easy as you think to actually stand in front of everyone and sing.

The QR code placed in front of me has not been opened until now.

In the case was also the change of more than twenty yuan that they put in themselves.

Of course, there is no young lady to send them flowers......

Fortunately, the singing is finally over, and then it's time for Zhao Mo to be nervous!

Wang Haixia sang the last sentence tremblingly:

"Sober people are the most ridiculous ......"

I heard a loud shout from the side: "Good!

Wang Haixia heard someone cheering, subconsciously turned his head, and saw a drunken uncle standing on the side of the road.

On such a hot day, the uncle is still wearing a suit and leather shoes, but he doesn't know where a layer of soil has been rubbed on the suit, and the tie is crooked to the side, full of alcohol, and he looks a little unsteady when he walks.

The uncle applauded as if no one was around: "Good singing!" Then he "hiccuped", burped, and came over: "Sing me a "Wandering"!"

Wang Haixia was a little scared and subconsciously took a step back.

Then I saw the uncle take out a few banknotes from his pocket: "Can you sing? If you sing well, this will be given to you......

Seeing these banknotes, Wang Haixia's eyes lit up.

Before he came out, he had already blown down the Haikou in the circle of friends, and he was going to fill the piano box back.

As a result, the reality is brutal.

"What should I do?" Wang Haixia looked back at Zhou Xianting.

"I can sing a little, but I can't accompani...... Xiaobai?" Zhou Xianting could only turn to Gu Xiaobai for help.

Gu Xiaobai sighed: "I'll listen to it first." ”

He pulled out his phone and put on his headphones.

"I'm sorry, can you please wait a few minutes?" said Wang Haixia to the drunken uncle.

The drunken uncle found a stone and sat down, and several people next to him quickly moved away from him.

Look at a few people, you look at me, I look at you, whispering, the uncle was a little impatient, stood up, and said, "You don't sing, I'll sing!"

Wang Haixia hurriedly took a few steps back and gave the microphone to the uncle.

"Where's the accompaniment?" the uncle was about to sing, when he suddenly turned his head and asked.

Zhou Xianting had no choice, he swept a few chords from memory, and the uncle didn't care about any rhythm or chord, so he sang absurdly:

"My mom and dad

Tell me to wander

Tears shed as he walked......

Wandering to where

Wandering to the East Side

Can't find my sweetheart......"

The drunken uncle sang and sang, and suddenly choked up, and then tears came down in tears.

Wang Haixia looked at him from the side, completely unsure of what to do.

Many of the people next to him were planning to leave, for fear of getting into trouble with the drunk, but at this time, they subconsciously looked over.

The uncle who was in a suit and leather shoes, but was drunk, with a decadent face, choked and crying, I don't know why, suddenly, hit the softest place in some people's hearts.

Who isn't a wanderer in this huge city?

Who hasn't been under tremendous pressure, running around for life, only to end up scarred?

But who doesn't force a smile and put on a mask of calm?

Only when you are drunk can you remove all pretense and release the fragility in your heart.

The uncle choked up and sang: "My heart is very sad and I can't find my lover......"

After singing this sentence, the uncle couldn't hold back any longer, squatted on the ground, and cried with a whin.

Seeing the uncle crying, many of the people present felt as if they had been rubbed with sand, and their hearts were chuckling.

What kind of things does an adult in his thirties and forties have to encounter to be so fragile and so sad.

The old man who was carrying a stool to listen to the singing just now sighed and said, "Young man, cry well, and go home quickly...... Drinking hurts your body, and it's not good to drink too much......"

The uncle just squatted there with his head buried in his head, his shoulders twitching: "I don't have the face to go home, woo woo woo...... I get up early all day and stay up all day long, and I accompany customers all day long, but I can't even afford to support my wife and children...... The customer forced me to drink, and the bank urged me to repay the loan...... Today's business is falling apart again, woo woo woo...... I'm so tired, I'm useless, woo woo woo ......"

The more the uncle talked, the more sad he became, and in the end, he almost cried.

The old man didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only shake his head and sigh.

Who in this world can bear the suffering for whom?

Zhou Xianting subconsciously swept the strings, not knowing whether to stop or not.

At that moment, he heard the sound of the piano and drums.

Ka Honggu sat under Zhao Mo's buttocks, Zhou Xianting looked over in wonder, and then saw Zhao Mo looking in Gu Xiaobai's direction.

Gu Xiaobai had already taken off the headphones.

His countenance was shrouded in darkness, and he couldn't see it clearly, and only heard the singing:

"I left my home down the hill like this,

I really don't want to let the tears flow easily

I thought I wasn't bad

Won't be afraid ......."

Gu Xiaobai's voice was unprecedentedly low, with a hint of trembling instability.

His pitch vibrated between broken and unbroken, as the airflow increased, and the graininess became larger, with a hint of crying.

If anyone can see his memory palace, they can see that in his memory palace, there is a CD player with a bit of classical meaning, and next to it, there is also a CD rack.

This is the embodiment of his "music library system".

And a CD called "Wandering" has appeared on the CD shelf.

The special memory method of the "music library system" made him imprint the whole song in his mind after listening to it once, and at this moment, the whole song, in his memory palace, was decomposed, arranged, and combined, forming the most suitable appearance for the current band.

It's like he's in his own head, and the single loops this song I don't know how many times.

But what really moved him was the uncle's ridiculous singing.

What kind of grievances did he suffer? Why did he not return home when he was still so lonely and wandering? Why did no one help him bear the pain? No one supported him silently behind his back?

Gu Xiaobai, who lives in an ivory tower and is helped and tolerated by his family, teachers, and classmates, he doesn't understand.

At least, if you have been wronged, you can go home, and won't home always belong to your harbor?

Why wander?

Why do you want to cry when you can't figure it out?

"I grew up taking care of myself

I don't want to bow my head because of reality

I thought I wasn't bad

Can learn to ...... false"

Gu Xiaobai's singing attracted more and more people to watch.

Passers-by stopped, pedestrians gathered, and even the policeman on duty next to him sneaked a glimpse of him.

And the uncle who was squatting on the ground also raised his head and looked at Gu Xiaobai blankly.

It was already dark, and before that, most people didn't notice Gu Xiaobai, who was wearing a hat and a mask, and kept bowing his head to play the piano.

But as long as the song is together, there may be no one in this world who can ignore him!

And now, Gu Xiaobai's mask has been taken off, and after he lowered his head and sang the previous paragraph, he suddenly raised his head:

"Ahh ↗

"Ah ↗——!h

"Ah ↗——!!h

Three consecutive key upgrades.

The tone of this song, compared to Gu Xiaobai's usual vocal range, is actually relatively low.

Even if it is a rising key, it is not sharp, but it has become more high-pitched.

The three roars of anger have accumulated emotions to the top.

It's like an invisible thorn piercing into everyone's hearts.

Almost all of them subconsciously took a deep breath.

The old man who played the fan stopped in mid-air.

The policeman standing in the distance subconsciously clenched his fists.

The police lady, who had been moving inside the police booth, opened the window and looked over.

A hurried passer-by on the phone opened his mouth wide and looked at the small group of people surrounding the roadside in amazement.

The two middle school students, who were going home side by side, stopped the fight as if no one was around.

In the air, it's like there's a string slowly taut, taut, taut.