don't call me singer

Chapter 65 Zhuang Zhou Mengdie
The second day in the dream was obviously a very lucky day for Gu Xiaobai.

His good fortune was gone by the third day.

After spending another night sleeping by the river, Gu Xiaobai was woken up by the heavy rain.

The two pulled a few huge sycamore leaves, hugged the lamb, and fled to the small shed at the market place, huddled together, and shrank into a ball.

The rain got heavier and heavier, and it didn't dissipate until the afternoon.

Of course, they didn't come across any welcoming team to go eat and drink. In such a small place, not everyone gets married every day.

Fortunately, there was still the melon left last night, and the two of them stayed half hungry until the afternoon. Several times in between, the little moth almost stretched out his magic hand to the poor little goat.

Or the weather stopped her, after all, there is no way to make a fire now!
When the rain stopped, it was no better.

After the rainstorm, the road was muddy, and Gu Xiaobai's shoes were full of water, making it uncomfortable to walk.

The air humidity was particularly high, and it was wrapped around him like a layer of wet cloth. Gu Xiaobai was so hot that he rolled his eyes, but after the rainstorm, the river water was so turbid that he couldn't even drink it.

It was the little goat, nibbling the grass leisurely beside him, Gu Xiaobai looked at the little goat resentfully, thinking when will this little goat be able to produce milk...

He lay down and glanced at it, suddenly desperate.

What a little ram!

At this moment, he had an urge to eat the little goat immediately.

When the little moth over there saw that the river was full, it cheered, and created a weir by the river, with a few pieces of gravel, some branches, and some mud. Blocking it with a branch, it was divided into two halves. At this moment, Gu Xiaobai felt that the little moth was more like an otter.

But soon, this small weir came into play, and some small fish swam in mindlessly, were caught by small moths, and threw it to the side that blocked it, which was considered a reserve dinner for two people.

However, after the heavy rain, the water vapor was heavy, and it was almost midnight, and the two people started the fire.

Surrounded by the fire, the little moth said happily: "Great, I lived outside for two consecutive nights without encountering beasts."

"What?" Gu Xiaobai's eyes almost popped out, and there were beasts.

"Well, wolves, wild boars and so on..."

Gu Xiaobai shivered: "Aren't you afraid?"

"I can climb trees." The little moth smiled like a little monkey.

Gu Xiaobai: "..."

But I can't climb!

Gu Xiaobai quickly hugged the little goat next to him, when a wolf really came, he threw the little goat to it!
Anyway, this is a little ram, it's useless!

The little goat was bleating in Gu Xiaobai's arms, completely unaware that his destiny had been decided.

That night, Gu Xiaobai didn't dare to sleep. He took the branch and brushed the question on the muddy ground in front of him. After writing it, he wiped it with the leaves and continued.

It wasn't until it was dawn that Gu Xiaobai fell asleep.

In this sleep, he slept until the third day.

When Gu Xiaobai was woken up by the moth with the dog's tail grass, he saw that there were already several big fish in the cofferdam of the moth.

The little moth was on the fire, roasting a few poor frogs, and there were a few struggling with their legs tied by the grass.

It is said that it is selling singing for a living, after all, does it still rely on the wild survival skills of the little moth to survive?

The little goat nibbled the grass beside him, nibbled and nibbled, and pulled a piece of ginger out of the ground.

"Ah, Xiaobai, you are amazing!" The little moth hugged the little goat, "Find me something else, I won't eat you today."

No, I am against this name!
Gu Xiaobai's face turned black.

"You are the little white brother, it is the little white sheep." The little moth rejected the objection.

Gu Xiaobai wanted to cry. He felt that his position in the eyes of the little moth was not as good as a little white sheep after a night.

At this time, Gu Xiaobai was very sad, his body was not tall or handsome, it was really useless.

If my deity is here...

Thinking of the appearance of the little moth incarnated as a fan girl, Gu Xiaobai wanted to laugh.

As the sun rose, the weather became hot again.

"Ah, I really want to eat ice cream..."

"What is ice cream?"

"It's a very delicious dessert, cool, with ice, cream, and some chocolate..."

The little moth couldn't hear it clearly, and saliva gushed: "I really want to eat..."

"I really want you to try it..." Gu Xiaobai looked at the face of the opposite little moth through the beating flames and the steaming smoke, and suddenly said, "Little moth, let me teach you to sing a song."

The time for this dream is running out.

A dream made Gu Xiaobai reluctant to part, as if he wanted to part with life and death.

"Huh?" Little Moth looked up at Gu Xiaobai.

"This song is called "The End of the World Singer"."

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai felt that this song seemed to be written for the little moth.

He felt his throat and felt that the pain was gone, so he began to sing.

"Tianya ~ cough cough cough..."

Squeeze the cat's voice.

Gu Xiaobai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his body even had such a bad voice.

The system even allows itself to sing, sell your head, sell it!
Sure enough, this guy is trying to fix himself.

"Brother Xiaobai, your singing is really ugly..." Little Moth snickered while covering his mouth.

Gu Xiaobai really wanted this little girl to have a dream too, dream of her own world, and then let him feel how good his singing is!
There was no other way, Gu Xiaobai could only obediently lower the key, an octave, and sing to the little moth.

One teaches, the other learns, the same song, when sung from the mouth of the little moth, suddenly becomes different.

The little moth sang and sang in a low voice, and suddenly her eyes were red, and tears were dripping down.

This was the first time Gu Xiaobai saw the little moth cry.

This little girl didn't cry when she was bullied by bullies, she didn't cry when she was sleeping on the street, she didn't cry when she sang and cried for everyone, and she didn't cry when she was shivering in the heavy rain.

But now I'm crying.

What a strange girl.

But time is running out now.

Gu Xiaobai was really afraid that when she was crying, she would leave by herself.

He quickly changed the subject and said, "Little Moth, teach me to sing."

"Ok?"

"Can you teach me the way you sing?"

"Okay." Little Moth wiped his tears and smiled.

"Heaven's End~"

"Tianya...ah..."

"No, Tianya~ Use your head hard."

"The head is hard? How does the head work when singing?"

"Anyway, it's just using your head, try again! Yes, that's about it."

Gu Xiaobai's first vocal teacher was a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl in a dream.

As time passed, Gu Xiaobai felt that he suddenly felt a sense of alienation from the surroundings.

"Little moth, I'm leaving."

"Ok?"

"Don't cry..."

Gu Xiaobai stretched out his hand, touched the little head of the little moth, smiled slightly, and his eyes gradually darkened.

A paragraph of text appeared in front of Gu Xiaobai: "The trial is completed, reward 'time for a song'."

However, Gu Xiaobai could no longer see it.

　This plot is very important to Gu Xiaobai.

　　For Uncle Ha, it is also an integral part of this book.

　　If you don't like it...I can't help it if you don't like it. Anyway, I won't change it, and I won't change it in my life!You can only live like this if you endure it!
　　Otherwise, give a reward, give a reward ruthlessly, smash Uncle Ha to his knees, and let Uncle Ha write whatever Uncle Ha can write!
　　and so……

　　I would like to thank the students who have recently rewarded them. The lazy Uncle Ha will not list them one by one...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)