don't call me singer

Chapter 1739 I don't understand very well, but I am shocked
Sure enough, as long as enough attributives are given, everyone can be the first.

When Lu Ke, the most powerful non-single male singer in the school song competition, came to the stage, he received warm cheers from everyone.

Listen, the most powerful male singer!
Must be great!

Moreover, Brother Yao personally recommended it, everyone applaud!
In the warm applause and cheers of everyone, as the only non-single male singer in the school song competition, Lu Ke burst into tears.

Sometimes the more you gain, the more you lose.

This may mean that with greater power comes greater responsibility!
How should I persist on stage until everyone comes back, fall!
While some singers in the school song competition were busy eating hot pot under the gate of the Kremlin, Dr. McAfee's family of three was standing in the crowd, watching the performance on the stage.

The Repairmen Band is not considered an excellent band. Their level, amateur-level musical instruments, amateur-level singing, and other contestants in the school song competition are actually quite different.

But the few songs they sang are really popular songs, which can especially resonate with the Russians on the scene.

Moreover, Gu Xiaobai had laid a solid foundation for them just now, and the atmosphere at the scene was extremely good.

So, as soon as they started singing, it didn't take long before it became a chorus of the audience.

Dr. McAfee's son, Samuel, was staring at the passionate young people on the stage.

He couldn't understand, but he could feel the atmosphere.

Beside him, whether it was an old man or a child, their eyes were shining brightly, and some people were even so excited that tears filled their eyes.

They raised their hands, hats, their children, and even their girlfriends, waving above their heads, shouting and singing loudly.

Samuel couldn't help but get carried away by the emotion, and he wanted to join in, and sing along.

But he really can't sing.

He could hear his mother singing loudly in Russian.

At home, he only heard the Russian language when his mother called his grandmother. In his living environment, the Russian language had little presence.

And his father was also singing loudly in unfamiliar Russian.

Even if it's out of tune.

This language, which has no sense of existence in his life, has become so beautiful at this moment.

What is this feeling?
He couldn't understand it, but he was really shocked.

Under the influence of European liberalism, Samuel was born and grew up.

When their generation was born, their country had already developed to an extremely developed stage.

After they were born, they have no worries about food and clothing. They have never experienced suffering or poverty.

Their enemies are no longer hunger, poverty, or danger, but the rules set by other people.

In such an environment, they have nothing left to create, they don't even feel the difference between yesterday and tomorrow, so they don't do anything, they just protest.

Protest climate, protest pollution, protest environmental issues, protest sexism, protest sexual discrimination.

Protest against Gu Xiaobai.

They went on strike, marched, spoke out fiercely on the Internet, and participated in various activities.

They think they've changed the world, they think they've made the world a better place.

But what did they create?What did you really do?What has really changed?

They are like little white mice locked in a cage. They only circle around the fence and think they are moving forward.

In the end, they just moved themselves.

Others, did nothing.

And now, suddenly, Samuel was in another culture and thought that he had never felt before.

Feeling that kind of resentment, unwillingness, feeling that kind of hope and nostalgia.

Feel the burning emotion.

Really, he didn't understand, but he was shocked.

How did these young people with an hourly salary of only 500 rubles drive the entire scene and make the countless people in the audience go crazy together?
They are not Gu Xiaobai.

They don't have pretty faces, huge popularity and amazing talents.

They are just ordinary people.

But it was these ordinary people who made everyone at the scene think of themselves involuntarily.

I thought of my grandma.

"Арекатечёт
rivers flow
Поднукатаеткамушки
flowing on rocks
Данапечёт
Yeah……

Намбабушкаоладушек
my grandma
Будутонирусскимии грустными
She has the sadness unique to Russians

Будутонис костяникойоченьвкусные
That sadness is branded deep in her soul
Арекатечёти новый поворот
the river flows through the new bay

Ив венахкровьмоятечёт
Blood from ancestors
Идедови отцов
running in my veins too
Арекатечёт
rivers flow
Арекатечёт
rivers and rivers
Арекатечёт
The rivers are rushing forward..."

The blood that flows like a river.

There is also my grandmother, that sad Russian woman, who gave birth to her father, and then held her face with her old hands, looked at herself lovingly, and called her name over and over again:
"Алексей Алекй Алей

Ah, Alexey, Alisay, Xiaoli..."

Her eyes were so gentle that she could give you her life.

Listening to this song, seeing the light in the eyes of those Russians, and the expressions on their faces.

Samuel felt that the Russians were melancholy.

It's a sadness they don't quite understand.

Not because the girl I liked at school was dating someone else.

It's not because you got a C in the exam and you will be detained.

And not because of being bullied by a bully at school.

But another kind of deep thing.

When the last note fell on the stage, the audience was still shrouded in sadness.

Samuel raised his head, looked at his father, and asked:

"Why are they so sad, papa?"

"What do you think, Samuel?" said Dr. McAfee.

"Is it because Russia's economy is not so good? I read from the book that their income is very low, and many people are starving." Samuel said.

"Perhaps. Do you think that's the reason, Samuel?"

Samuel thought about it again, and said: "Because Russia is too cold, most of their land is in the frigid zone."

"Not exactly, honey." His mother turned and stroked his face lightly.

"What's the reason for that? Could it be because the song just now was a particularly sad song?"

"You will understand when you grow up, Samuel." The mother stroked his head, "My Samuel, Samuel, little Sai..."

Samuel was still puzzled. At this moment, the music sounded again on the stage, and the cheerful melody sounded.

"Сижуя как-то, братцы, сафриканцем
Once, I sat down to drink with an African brother,
Аон, представьте, мнеи говорит:
He said to me, look:
ВРоссии, дескать, холоднокупаться
In Russia, people say that taking a bath is cold,
Поэтомуздесьнеприглядныйвид
Isn't that a shortcoming here? "

(End of this chapter)