don't call me singer

Chapter 1404 Although I have not turned white, I am old

"Forrest Gump said life is a piece of chocolate,

I thought maybe he was right.

A woman said that life is children and houses,

I thought maybe she was right too.

God says life is redemption and repentance,
I thought maybe I was a sinner.

I have sung since I was 5 years old and now I am old,
Now my hands are as empty as a speck of dust.

Goodbye 20th century,

Goodbye confused people.

Goodbye 20th century,

Goodbye to the same confused people..."

On stage, Tan Weiqi sang seriously with his eyes closed most of the time.

There is no interaction with off-stage, and no communication.

This is his style.

As a bel canto singer, he is really not used to communicating with off-stage.

And this song fits perfectly.

Although in front of tens of thousands of people, even though standing on a high stage, even though there is a band around.

But he seemed to be alone, walking in the cold night.

On this last day of the 20th century.

I don't know where it came from and where it's going.

The kind of loneliness that penetrated into the bone marrow, the kind of desolation that was even more lonely in the crowd, made everyone in the audience subconsciously hug their bodies tightly.

cold.

This coldness does not come from the night wind, nor from the temperature.

Rather, it comes from deep within.

But off the stage, Tokavsky opened his mouth in surprise and looked at Tan Weiqi on the stage.

Not because of the song, but because of the way he pronounces it.

Tan Weiqi is a talented high-pitched singer, born with a wider and higher voice than others, allowing him to sing songs one octave or even two octaves higher than others, with ease.

But in the range where ordinary people can no longer stabilize, he is terribly stable, as easy as eating side dishes.

Treble and singing are the two trump cards in his hands. In one performance, a masterpiece that could make most tenors cry, even had to upgrade the key and change the score specially for him.

But at this moment, he did not show his high notes.

Even using this kind of sound that has never been used before.

Tan Weiqi, progress.

Tan Weiqi, who no longer knew what to learn in Chaiyuan, and was even troubled by the fact that no one could guide him, made progress in such a campus singing competition that was completely attended by amateur contestants.

This is probably both magical and shocking.

On the side, Fu Wenyao lightly poked Gu Xiaobai, and said, "Tan Weiqi learned your secret book."

"En." Gu Xiaobai nodded.

He heard it too.

The dragon roars.

This special skill, named after the dragon and learned from the little moth, was unreservedly taught by Gu Xiaobai to Fu Wenyao and his classmates in his dormitory. Cheats widely circulated in schools.

This cheat book directly created at least ten new school singers, and also made the previous school singers improve by leaps and bounds.

What's even more frightening is that Tan Weiqi, who was originally a top player, even learned it.

"Tsk, even I don't know, this guy hides it very deeply." Fu Wenyao shook his head.

He is Tan Weiqi's teammate, and their ultimate goal is to defeat Gu Xiaobai.

But now I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Gu Xiaobai taught him the dragon roar.

He didn't feel much when others learned it, so why was he inexplicably upset when Tan Weiqi learned it?

Yes……

Probably because Tan Weiqi, in the final analysis, is actually his opponent.

Although divided into four teams, there is only one champion.

"How is it, Tan Weiqi has evolved again, are you afraid?" Fu Wenyao asked Gu Xiaobai.

Gu Xiaobai smiled.

"Don't you think it's more interesting?"

Fu Wenyao turned his head and looked at Gu Xiaobai.

He saw a slight twinkle in Gu Xiaobai's eyes.

Like a lazy lion, he finally met an opponent who needed to be serious.

On stage, Tan Weiqi closed his eyes, completely immersed in his own world.

This is the first time he has shown his voice on stage.

It feels completely different from secretly training during the rehearsal below.

The special training method from Gu Xiaobai allowed his false vocal cords to vibrate as freely as his real vocal cords.

It's like suddenly adding a vocal cord.

This feeling made him feel extraordinarily miraculous and intoxicated.

"There's still a little time,

Used to remember.

There is still a little time,

used to cry.

good people,
Walking in the turbulent wilderness,

prayer horn,
From the street.

Violently disintegrating and shattering the smoke of the dawn,

Clouds and fog obscured my eyes.

It's a beautiful ending,

There is no danger and no fear.

Goodbye, 20th century.

Goodbye, people who are equally confused..."

The hoarse voice conveyed more emotions steadily.

Off the stage, the corners of people's eyes were a little wet.

This feeling is completely different from the tears in my eyes before.

In the lonely singing, people's various negative emotions were completely aroused.

What kind of rock is real rock?
What kind of music is truly deep?
There is never a standard answer to this.

But tonight, the singers of the school song competition, those excellent works in the 90s of the last century, have given you too many answers.

In the corner of the big screen, time moves little by little.

23:58 pm.

23:59 pm.

"Late at night the wind blows me cold,

People from all over the city flocked to that square.

By this time the midnight bells have rung,
Suddenly I cringe in despair.

I want to hold on to my mother's hand again,

But it was too late,
The bell has rung..."

At this moment, the time jumps, and midnight arrives.

时间，从23：59：59，跳到了00：00：00。

Returning to zero, is it the end of everything, or a new beginning of everything?
At the back of the stage, the drummer rang the small bell next to it.

"Ding -" a sound.

The bell rang.

ended.

The twentieth century is over.

"Goodbye, twentieth century,

Goodbye, people who are as confused as I am.

Goodbye, twentieth century,
Goodbye, people who are as confused as I am. "

On the stage, Tan Weiqi sang in a low voice.

again and again.

And off the stage, everyone sang along.

again and again.

Farewell to this unforgettable feast.

Today, the world is full of materialism.

Goodbye, the twentieth century that I have not experienced but glimpsed.

Today, the world is rich and poor.

Goodbye, those agreed secrets that the post-00s will never know.

Today, people in this world are full of hope and lost hope.

Goodbye, the era of fluttering white clothes, poetry and distant places.

Nowadays, people enjoy the convenience of life, but scold the mother of life.

Goodbye, all the people and things that have disappeared without experience.

Now, in the world 20 years later, I use my life to sing praises to you.

Goodbye, that young age.

Now, I'm not gray, but I'm old

(End of this chapter)