don't call me singer

Chapter 1314 Moscow does not believe in tears
This time, in order to fight against the combination of Tan Weiqi, Yan Xuexin, and Ge Liya, the "Strong and Peerless Macho" team can be said to have pulled out all the stops.

After all, these three people are all geniuses, and none of them can lose to them.

Three people, one is the most talented singer in Chai Yuan for a hundred years, one is a young girl from the Juilliard School of Music, and the other is an all-round genius with super high IQ who always understands by analogy.

So, for this game, they have gone all out.

Zhou Xianting brought out his talent as a young language expert to the fullest.

First, he translated the out-of-the-box Divine Comedy "Hand Tractor Ski" into Russian.

In it, a song praising Moscow was sung by a German band who thought they were Mongolians...

More than just too many elements.

It is simply bursting with elements.

But it is really not easy to integrate different songs together, especially they are still a band, a combination, and a solo player.

In a short period of time, it was difficult for them to fully integrate the whole song, so they thought of some ways other than music.

For example, video.

On the big screen behind them, the picture changed again.

It turned into a square in Moscow, where people were singing and dancing.

Smiling faces, bright costumes, grand occasions.

That beautiful scene evoked the common human yearning for beauty.

Looking at the picture, they smiled subconsciously.

The smiles on the faces of Tokavsky and Ilyasov, who were sitting in the front row, seemed to be shining.

What a happy, great country this is.

People live and work in peace and contentment, full of longing for the future, and everything seems to be full of hope.

On the stage, the drumsticks in the hands of the black bear spirit drummer were flying, and the whole person seemed to be flying away from gravity.

In front, Zhou Xianting sang loudly:

"Moskau Moskau
moscow moscow
Wirf die Glser an die Wand
throw the glass at the wall

Russland ist ein schnes Land
Russia is a beautiful country
Ho ho ho ho ho ho hey
Ho ho ho ho ho ho hey! "

When he sang the last line, after a few words of "hohohohoho", he suddenly raised his palms high and clapped them in the air: "Hey!"

Next to him, Fu Wenyao clapped his hands, not forgetting to wave to the following.

The explosive drumbeat, the rhythmic melody, and the invitation from the stage, who can bear this call?

Off the stage, Tokavsky jumped up first and swayed to the rhythm.

On the stage, Zhou Xianting shook his head, shook his body, and sang loudly:

"Moskau Moskau
moscow moscow
Deine Seele ist so gro
your soul is so great
Nachts da ist der Teufel los
Night is a time for demons..."

The next second, he raised his hands high:

"Ha ha ha ha ha hey
Hahahahaha, hey—"

Below, you have learned:

"Hahahahaha, hey!"

So fun, this song is so fun, so funny!

So happy!
At this moment, the whole audience was encouraged by them, and they sang loudly along with them.

Almost everyone in the audience stood up and danced to the rhythm.

On the stage, Zhou Xianting and Fu Wenyao were jumping and dancing in place:

"Moskau
Moscow

Lala lala lala la
La la la la la!
Lala lala lala la
La la la la la!
Ho ho ho ho ho ho hey
Ho ho ho ho ho ho, hey-"

Everyone follow along: "Ho ho ho ho ho ho, hey—"

"Moskau
Moscow

Lala lala lala la
La la la la la

Lala lala lala la
La la la la la

Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Hahahahaha, hey—"

On the stage, Zhou Xianting had already taken off his shirt and was swinging it in the air. His eight-pack abs were like sculptures.

He seemed to be possessed, jumping and jumping on the stage, shaking his head, leading the audience to sing along with him loudly:

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho hey
Ho ho ho ho ho ho, hey-"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Hahahahaha, hey—"

At this moment, Zhou Xianting was the center of the stage.

All along, Zhou Xianting's brilliance has been suppressed by Gu Xiaobai.

Even if Gu Xiaobai left, he became the lead singer of 306/1, but most of the time, the most concerned person in 306/1 is Wang Haixia who can make trouble the most.

His sense of presence is sometimes even worse than that of Zhao Mo.

But at this moment, everyone suddenly realized.

The man on stage.

He is the lead singer!
He is the core of 306/1!
Look, he can also drive the atmosphere of the audience like now, make everyone shake their heads like crazy, and make the audience cheer up with him!

Although the song he sang, everyone didn't quite understand it.

But music is the language of emotion, and it conveys something beyond words.

No need to understand, just feel!

The light was projected on Zhou Xianting's body, hitting his sweaty and shiny body.

Make his whole body shine.

But the noise and enthusiasm will always pass.

Amidst the loud drumbeat, Zhao Mo who was beside him suddenly lowered his head.

His hands fell, and the sound of the keyboard replaced the loud drums.

After a few bars, Fu Wenyao's voice replaced Zhou Xianting.

"On this night outside Moscow

Can't hear the high oath
Who will fight for the ideal

Who would sacrifice for love..."

On the big screen behind the stage, the colors gradually dimmed.

The scene of singing and dancing gradually faded away.

The sun went down, the flags fell, the city became bleak, and the faces of the people lost their light.

Indifference and numbness replaced smiles, rusty tanks and planes decayed silently outside the wilderness.

When a country has lost hope.

When all good things are gone.

Who will fight for ideals?
Who would sacrifice for love?
No, there are people after all!
There must be someone.

He could be Kapinsky, Tchaikovsky, truck driver, taxi driver, tractor driver.

He could be Ivanov, Bapnov, Babanov, Ilyasov.

She could be Sharapova, Dapopova, Kournikova...

Don't give up.

Must not give up.

Human beings share many emotions.

Some things are completely beyond national boundaries, even beyond race.

For example, the fall of a glorious empire.

The disintegration of a giant.

The passing of an era.

Off the stage, Tokavsky and Ilyasov raised their heads and looked behind the stage.

Listening to the singing and watching the flashing picture, their mouths opened wide and their eye sockets slowly turned red.

The cruelest thing in this world is that you show a person all the beauty, and then break it in an instant.

For Tokavsky and Ilyasov, those were the most glorious and beautiful times.

But it is gone after all.

The rest is just dying self.

and empire in the afterglow.

Almost everyone is looking forward to this moment.

Looking forward to the arrival of the next chorus part.

Looking forward to the melody of "Moscow" sounding again.

Take them back to the happy, great, ice-cold Moscow, but full of vodka, dance, love, and caviar.

Finally, the drum beat changed.

The drums replaced the keyboards, and became the most important bass. The whole audience had already accumulated strength, and was ready to follow the rhythm again, bouncing around with Zhou Xianting on the stage, let himself be high, and let all the Drive out all negative emotions.

Everyone waits, waits.

Suddenly, as if the black bear was about to jump up, he slapped the drum stick heavily.

I'm coming!
Suddenly, all the accompaniment stopped.

Fu Wenyao, Zhou Xianting, Wang Haixia, and Lu Ke stood forward together, stood at the forefront of the stage, and raised their heads.

A high-pitched singing sounded:
"Moscow no longer believes in whose tears
She won't trust anyone anymore—"

Behind them, the majestic palace on the screen collapsed.

The flag was burning, burning everything to ashes.

Off the stage, Tokavsky and Ilyasov clenched their fists and opened their mouths wide, like fish out of water.

The teenagers closed their eyes:

"Once handsome boy,

His age is past—"

The gray-haired old man walked tremblingly through the abandoned and desolate town.

He stood in front of the train passing the railroad tracks, staring at the seemingly never-ending railway.

It seems to be wondering why this train never stops.

Off the stage, the gray-haired Tokavsky and Ilyasov seemed to have lost all their strength, and suddenly sat down on the stool.

"Moscow no longer believes in whose tears
She won't trust anyone anymore
ever warm melody

Like RUSSIA DISCO..."

On the stage, the teenagers sang and danced again.

But off the stage, the old people sat on the chairs sluggishly, letting tears fill their eyes.

At this moment, Tokavsky finally knew that the teenagers on the stage were not dissing him.

They dissed the whole of Russia.

Diss that once great empire.

There are so many of you, you have Kapinsky, Tchaikovsky, truck drivers, taxi drivers, tractor drivers.

You have Ivanov, Bapnov, Babanov, Ilyasov.

You have Sharapova, Dapopova, Kournikova...

There are so many of you.

But they failed to save your country.

(End of this chapter)