don't call me singer

Chapter 2000 The Past Life Waiting for a Next Life

On the Miracle Ice Field, between Valhalla and Tiangong Yuque, among the floating island stands, there are nearly a hundred humpback whales, wearing iron-gray, steampunk-style flying armor, swinging their big fins , Singing songs wagging their heads and tails in the sky.

After all, the pronunciation of cetaceans is still different from that of humans.

The voices of hundreds of humpback whales are not particularly synchronized with each other. They are scattered and respond to each other, making their voices seem to come from eternity, ethereal.

They sing an old song:

"Take ninety thousand miles

when one step away

That three thousand miles
but one finger

Me and you

never south to north
Nor is it Nine Nether Sky

It's just candlelight
It's just empty hands to stop the clouds
It's just a boat crossing the sky
It's just a bamboo basket to scoop up the sea and the sky
but wait
but wait
The future waits for a past..."

Among the overlapping voices of hundreds of humpback whales, Gu Xiaobai seemed to hear a girl on the other side of time, looking at him with a smile and singing for him.

If ninety thousand miles are regarded as one step away.

Even if it is three thousand miles together, it is only a distance that can be touched by stretching out a finger.

You and I have never gone south to north, running in opposite directions.

It's not the nine secluded sky, looking at each other.

It's just using candlelight to suppress the light of the sun and the moon. As long as more candles are lit desperately, the sun and the moon will surely be overshadowed.

It's just to stop the white clouds from drifting away with empty hands. As long as you try to stretch out your hands, you will definitely keep the clouds from gathering and dispersing.

It's just crossing the clouds and the Milky Way with a boat, as long as you paddle hard, you will be able to cross the endless Milky Way.

It's just using a bamboo basket to scoop up the sea water. As long as you scoop up the water desperately, what kind of ocean can't be scooped up?

It's just waiting.

It's just waiting for 700 years.

In the future you, please wait for a former me.

Please wait quietly in the future.

Gu Xiaobai opened his mouth wide and could barely breathe.

Yes, he heard it.

This is the voice that really came from the other side of time.

This is the most shocking music in the world.

In a daze, he seemed to see a young girl sitting on the back of a giant whale above the sea, surrounded by many whales, singing over and over again.

day and night.

Hot summer, cold winter.

Time changes, and she is only accompanied by loneliness and longing.

There is also a misty future and firm obsession.

She sang, sang, sang.

It never seems to stop.

And those whales spread such a song throughout the entire earth through channels in the deep sea, passed it on to every whale group, and passed it down from generation to generation among the whale groups.

Perhaps, it is such a song that encourages the little moths in this long time and space, and at this moment, these whales, after countless years, sang this song to Gu Xiaobai.

Listening to the song, Gu Xiaobai walked forward subconsciously. He climbed onto the back of a whale and let the whale carry him, flying forward slowly.

A cloud of night fog was rolling, and the moonlight shone down. He seemed to see a young girl sitting on her knees in the group of whales, looking at him with a smile. He stretched out his hand, and the girl also stretched out her hand.

The fingers of the two touched lightly in the air, and a little ripple spread out, blurring everything in front of his eyes, and also blurring the girl's smile.

Then "pop", the bubble burst.

Gu Xiaobai stood blankly on the back of the whale, looking ahead.

At this moment, on the entire stage, on the entire Miracle Ice Field, all the lights have dimmed, only Gu Xiaobai's fingertips still have a little light.

But that light is also dissipating.

The moonlight shone down from the sky, casting his shadow on the night mist, there was nothing there, only the whales were constantly singing repeatedly.

"Just waiting, just waiting, just waiting..."

Gu Xiaobai sat down, lowered his head, and looked at his fingertips.

Then look up.

On the Tiangong Yuque and Valhalla, there are stars.

He couldn't see where there was a small boat trying to cross Xiaohan.

But he believed that there must be.

Under the stars, the sea of ​​clouds churned and scattered, there must be someone driving them with their own little hands.

Under the sea of ​​clouds, there is pitch-black sea water. Is the sea water much less now, has it been scooped up by a bamboo basket?

And the little fireworks in the city in the distance are just a little bit of candlelight being lit?

Gu Xiaobai sat there, singing voices came from all directions:
"Eight thousand years old

when a spring breeze

use 500 years
have a good morning dream

Me and you

Never look across the river

It's not hard to keep this life

It's just rain, hoping for a clear day
But it's Lixia Wangmang species
It's just white dew turning frost
But from the first snow to the cold winter
but wait
but wait
The previous life waited for the next life..."

If you regard 8000 years as a spring breeze.

Then why don't we use 500 years to have a good dream all morning?
You and I have never looked at each other in the long river of time, but we can't embrace each other.

It is not that there is love but it is difficult to stay together in this life.

We are just looking forward to the arrival of Qingming in the rainy season. The rain is here, how many days until Qingming?

We are just beginning of summer, wait for a while, the beginning of summer, can the ear seed be far behind?

We are only at the time of the white dew, waiting for the frost, how many days and nights will it take for the white dew to turn into the frost?
We are just waiting from the first snow to the cold winter, wait, it will be here soon.

It's just waiting.

It's just a past life waiting for an afterlife.

But wait 850 billion seconds, we can meet.

As long as the seconds count down, we will meet one day.

Just wait, just wait.

The past life waits for the next life, and the future waits for the past.

Gu Xiaobai listened to the singing, and his two hands were lightly clasped together, as if he was holding another person's hand.

The complexity in his mind is indescribable.

But wait.

Yes, but wait.

Besides, we don't need to do anything. Is there anything simpler in this world?

What kind of suffering, pain, past life, and future life are nothing but the fragility and hypocrisy of human beings.

It's just 2700 years.

It's just a few morning dreams, not enough for a spring breeze.

At this moment, it seems that only Gu Xiaobai is left in the whole world.

He was communicating with himself, with the little moth, and with the world.

Everything else seemed meaningless.

And on the stage, there was an intervener who was there but shouldn't be there.

Feng He looked up at Gu Xiaobai, watching the changing expression on his face.

A moment of disappointment, a moment of hope.

Sad for a while, and smile again for a while.

It seems that at that moment, I have already experienced joys and sorrows, experienced the scorching heat and cold winter.

He didn't know what he touched, he didn't know why the whales sang such a song.

He just felt that his heart seemed to be filled with something, which was a power so great that it made the whole human being seem small.

He felt that the song he sang was enough to make Gu Xiaobai change his mind.

But now he heard music that was too great to describe.

He had never heard such music.

"Epic" pales in comparison to such music.

This is not the atmosphere and freedom that human beings should have.

Such scales of time and space are incorporated into the size of words and musical notes.

Compared with this kind of music, he feels that his music is worthless.

Is this the music Xiaobai pursues?
Or, is this Xiaobai's music?
Was this song written by Xiaobai?

If Xiaobai didn't write this song, who would it be?

In the middle, what kind of story is it, and what happened?
Suddenly, Feng He felt that he knew nothing about all this.

The audience at the scene, as well as audiences all over the world, were also shocked by this song, and at the same time were puzzled.

Some people even began to doubt everything in the "Song and Dance Poetry Universe" created by Gu Xiaobai, and everything shot in his MV.

How did his avatar, his extraordinarily exquisite MV, everything come about?

Is there such a possibility that all this actually happened?
If not, how did this feeling come from?

On the stage, on the back of the whale, Gu Xiaobai lowered his head and looked at Fenghe.

Feng He took a step back, inexplicably, he felt that he had done something wrong.

He shouldn't have sung this song without Xiaobai's permission.

But Gu Xiaobai did not reprimand him, but nodded:

"Thank you."

thanks?

Xiaobai said thank you to me?
Xiaobai didn't kill me?

Gu Xiaobai stood up, turned his head, and looked at the audience.

"Thank you too, thank you all for coming tonight."

"Thank you for spending my 18th birthday with me... I hope everyone has a good time tonight."

"I'm sleepy, go back to sleep first."

At that moment, everyone's thoughts were...

Xiaobai made it very clear, I hope you have a good time, but in fact I am not happy.

After speaking, Gu Xiaobai patted the head of the whale under him, said something in a low voice, and the whale swam away to the distance.

However, that direction is obviously not the direction of the Sea Dragon Palace.

On the back of the whale, Gu Xiaobai rolled over and lay down, looking up at the sky.

The starlight in the sky caught his eyes.

The faint moonlight bathed his body.

Tonight, let him wander in this vast and incomparably vast world.

Lie on the back of this whale that has flown into the sky, and talk to the world with all your heart.

Use your own perception, your own soul and your dreams.

I hope it can take me to where I should go.

Watching Gu Xiaobai leave, with a "swipe", everyone's murderous eyes drifted to the stage.

It was you who made Xiaobai angry!

You see Xiaobai is gone!
woo woo woo woo...

Feng He is about to cry.

It's not that I made Xiaobai unhappy!

No, maybe I really made Xiaobai unhappy...

But I didn't want to make Xiaobai unhappy!

With a "wow", he turned around and put on Dashu's helmet again, then quickly ran off the stage.

It is estimated that Feng He will not dare to perform on stage for a long time to come.

Under the stage, Fu Han raised the amount with his hand and sighed softly.

He turned around and wanted to ask what happened to Wang Haixia, but at some point, Wang Haixia had disappeared.

Gu Xiaobai's departure made the atmosphere of the scene less heated.

Many people came to the stage to perform, but they couldn't liven up the atmosphere of the scene.

Even the ratings have dropped a lot.

Everyone took turns on the stage, just finished the show they had prepared, and then quietly waited for the next one.

Gu Xiaobai left, leaving behind a dying scene, a scene without vitality.

After the early morning, everyone became more tired. Some people fell asleep sitting on the chairs, and some even chose to leave.

In the main stands, several people who had a good relationship with Gu Xiaobai sighed when Gu Xiaobai left.

In fact, there are still many arrangements for this evening.

For example, each of them prepared a different crown for Gu Xiaobai, in order to crown him.

It's just that Xiaobai has left, so what's the point of these red tapes?

Another performer stepped onto the stage, and he looked up into the distance.

Where is Gu Xiaobai now?

In the distant sea of ​​clouds, a whale walked through the sea of ​​clouds. On its back, Gu Xiaobai closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Hundreds of kilometers above, several satellites from different countries were staring closely at him.

On a base in the Pacific, an American soldier was staring at a screen when he suddenly yelled: "Found it! Found it!"

At the eastern end of Eurasia, in a satellite base, a technical officer is also staring at the screen.

In the deep northern sea, a small hill rose from the ice surface, and a submarine surfaced.

Different languages ​​sound in different places.

"Have you found Xiaobai?"

"Where is Xiaobai?"

"Wow, have you flown this far?"

"Won't Xiaobai be cold?"

"Sleep peacefully, Xiaobai."

"Don't worry, we will guard you tonight."

In this world, there are many people with different positions who pay attention to Gu Xiaobai for different reasons, but tonight, no matter what their reasons are, they only have the same purpose.

In this world, there are many people who love Gu Xiaobai regardless of their position or race.

Under the darkness of night, even the satellite with the highest precision can only outline his figure, but he does not know whether he has waited for the afterlife or this life in his dreamland.

In the early morning, when the sky brightened, the last performer finally ended his performance.

Only about half of the people at the scene remained.

After finishing the last show, Hao Fanbai stood on the stage.

"Thank you for your support this night, and I'm sorry that you couldn't let everyone have a happy night with Xiaobai like before."

"Xiaobai has experienced a lot. Because of this, he can make such music."

"Sometimes, I even hope that Xiaobai can live his life in a mediocre way, instead of going through so many tortures."

"Perhaps in the next long time, Xiaobai will leave this stage, the ice park will always be here, and there are still many fun programs waiting for you, and life will continue. One day, whether you have Xiaobai or not, you can be happy and happy."

"Thank you everyone, see you next time Xiaobai stands on the stage again."

"Sometimes, I hope that this day will not be too far away, but sometimes, I hope that this day will never come."

"Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)