don't call me singer

Chapter 1315 Please go on
When the last sentence is sung.

When the melody of "Hand Tractorski" stops.

Everyone in the "Strong and Peerless Macho" team bowed to the stage.

But there was no applause.

There was no applause for a long time.

Everyone looked at the secondary screens on both sides of the stage.

Since the beginning, the director, who likes to make trouble, has projected the faces of the two old people on the stage.

Watch them laugh, watch them dance, watch them happy like children.

But now, they are crying sadly.

They covered their faces, tears streaming from their fingers.

At this moment, they are not world-renowned conductors, nor are they Taishan Beidou in the aviation field.

Just two old men who have lost their glory and their homeland.

Zhou Xianting looked under the stage, and asked Fu Wenyao next to him, "Have we played?"

For the post-00s of their age, there are some feelings that they cannot understand, let alone empathize with.

They just intend to sing the most ruthless songs and play the most poisonous diss.

This is a school song competition, how can I not afford it?
But this is more than diss, it's like tearing open a wound that has healed and adding a handful of salt.

Especially for two old people who have grown old and are unable to go back to the past and change everything.

Regret?
regret.

But what can be done?

Their days are gone.

Their hair is already pale.

Teenagers on the stage, you look at me, I look at you.

"Plan B?" Zhou Xianting asked Fu Wenyao.

Fu Wenyao nodded, then looked at Wang Haixia next to him.

Wang Haixia also nodded.

The two took a step back, leaving Zhou Xianting in the center.

Then the two guitars were plucked at the same time, and the gentle and watery guitar sound sounded.

Zhou Xianting leaned in front of the microphone, closed his mouth, and hummed softly:

"Mmmmmm..."

"Mmmmmmm..."

Amidst the warm, low, but somewhat bleak humming, the people off the stage raised their heads again.

Zhou Xianting looked at where the two old men were sitting, and closed his eyes again.

A low, hoarse, slow singing sounded:

"Какнагрозный Терек, выгналиказаки

Towards the raging Terek River, the Cossacks galloped..."

"Любо, братцы, любо (Take care, brother, take care)"!
This song is a traditional Cossack song, which was widely circulated in the Soviet Union through a movie in the 40s.

Its status is like the episode "My Motherland" of "Shangganling".

So far, countless people have sung this song.

And now, it was sung on the stage of the school song competition.

"Выгналиказакисороктысячлошадей.
The galloping Cossacks had more than 4 horses.

Ипокрылосьполе, ипокрылсяберег
Bodies fill the fields, corpses fill the banks of the river,
Сотнямипорубаных, постреляныхлюдей.
Hundreds of our brothers were buried under the swords and guns of the enemy..."

On the stage, Zhou Xianting sang and looked at the two old people.

The low, sad, and slow singing made the two old people raise their heads.

They stared blankly at Zhou Xianting on the stage.

"Апервая пуля, апервая пуля,

First bullet, first bullet,
Апервая пулявногуранилаконя.
The first bullet hit the horse's leg.

Авторая пуля, авторая пуля,

Second bullet, second bullet,

Авторая пулявсердцераниламеня.
The second bullet hit me in the heart.

Любо, братцы, любо,
Take care, brothers, take care,

Любо, братцы, жить!
Take care, brothers, stay alive!
Снашиматаманомнеприходитсятужить!
Follow our leader, don't be sad and sad!

Любо, братцы, любо,
Take care, brothers, take care,

Любо, братцы, жить!
Take care, brothers, stay alive!
Снашиматаманомнеприходитсятужить!
Follow our leader, don't be sad and sad! "

On the stage, Zhou Xianting sang "Любо, братцы, любо" over and over again.

This song is a warning to the living in the tone of a dead person.

Tell them how good it is to be alive and never to die.

"Жинкапогорюет, выйдетзадругого,

My wife, when she is sad, she goes to someone else,

Замовотоварища, забудетпроменя.
She married my friend and quickly forgot about me.

Жалкотольковолювоширокомполе,

It's a pity that I can no longer fly freely in the vast wilderness,
Жалкомать-старушкудабуланогоконя.
Pity my old mother at home and the brown horse.

Любо, братцы, любо,
Take care, brothers, take care,

Любо, братцы, жить!
Take care, brothers, and stay alive. "

This is the dead, the only warning to the living.

That is to use one's own failure to pave the way for the success of the latecomers.

You can't fail, you can't die.

If you fail, they'll take your wife, they'll take your horse, they'll take everything from you, and bury you in the loess like you never existed.

It doesn't matter whether you have more than 4 horses or just yourself.

No matter how many enemies you have.

No matter how dishonest, contradictory, double-standard, or ridiculous they are.

No matter how advanced their technology is, no matter how powerful their power is, no matter how huge their influence is.

We all have to live.

Because, now only you are left.

Because they will never be kind, because this world will never believe in tears.

Please keep going.

Towards a tomorrow we haven't seen.

For those Kapinsky, Tchaikovsky, truck drivers, taxi drivers, tractor drivers, Ivanov, Bapnov, Babanov, Ilyasov, Sharapova who did not see it all , Dapopova, Kournikova...

Off the stage, Tokavsky put down his hands and looked up at the stage.

But beside him, Ilyasov looked at Gu Xiaobai who was sitting not far in front.

There seemed to be something in the heart that had been hesitant and tangled, and it slowly became firmer.

　This song "Любо, братцы, люб" refers to Piknik's version, which is available on NetEase Cloud.

　　
　
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