~： The sixth year story 095, the bird who can't sing

"Thank you."

After a simple thank you. Ko Luo walked into the backstage with applause that almost opened the ceiling of the auditorium. This is the reward she deserves, and the applause that can only match her singing voice. Even though those who are sitting in the stands are the parents of her competitors, at this moment, these parents have to agree that none of their children can match this girl and sing a more moving voice than her... …

"Haha! It looks like everything has been decided!"

Bruce akimbo, looking at Lilo and Little Bread proudly, and said--

"Hearing the young lady's singing, what else can you say? Obediently give up! Ah, miss! You have worked hard! Please sit down, there are chairs!"

Seeing Ke Luo coming back from the front desk, Bruce moved a chair excitedly. But Ke Luo did not sit down. Instead, the two female companions beside her scolded and said, "What are you kidding? How can you let the lady sit on such a cold stool? Did you deliberately want to freeze the lady? !"

Bruce didn't know what was going on at first, but it didn't matter, he was smart. The clever boy nodded immediately, and then fell on the ground. Ke Luo lightly patted his long skirt and sat gracefully on his back.

"Now, it's your turn. Cute little robber."

Ke Luo squinted at Little Bread. The smile on his face remained the same. But anyone could tell that she was now waiting for Bun to make a fool of herself. Waiting for this dumb person to make this big makeshift in front of thousands of people.

Everyone in the backstage stared at the bun, even Lilo. Little Bread's face gradually became serious. Amidst the snickers around, she took a deep breath and walked towards the front desk...

"bread!"

"No. 99, please come up!"

"Don't force it, if it doesn't work, you...you don't need to lose this face!"

"Kid 99, have you heard? Who, please come up!"

In the host's call, Bun gently pushed Li Luo's hand away. This is not a question of shame, but a question of heart.

This is prayer...requiem. It is a soul-saling song sung in more than one million blood and lives. She can't escape... and she won't escape... Even if she just remembers Tolan's gray complexion, she definitely wants to stand on this stage... sing!

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(That girl, came out.)

With a smirk, Dimie looked at the slowly moving little girl mockingly.

Unlike other children who smiled when they came out, Xiao Bao's complexion was very solemn and unsmiling. Such an expression made the judges feel a little funny, and couldn't help but smile: "Little girl, relax and don't be nervous. What do you want to sing?"

The problem came out.

The idiot's breath was held unconsciously, his hands were also folded, pressed against his lips, and looked at.

"Lullaby"

The bun took out the brand that was already prepared. Lift it high. Such a move immediately surprised the judges and parents, but it was no obstacle at all. She put away the sign without anyone else, and took a deep breath...

No lyrics, only singing...

Bun closed his eyes, holding hands. Some "voices" emanated from her mouth and echoed in the auditorium...

Should this be a shame?

Or is this a very funny behavior?

Is this kind of stupid, ignorant, and stupid behavior, just like the work of a person with mental problems?

Does it mean that once there is a natural defect, singing, the most wonderful gift given to mankind by the founding goddess, will be so deprived? Can't make a natural sound anymore?

…………Dim off……I was laughing.

In the auditorium, the only thing an idiot can hear is the ridicule and mockery of this sword that does not put humans in its eyes. But other than that, no one spoke or whispered. Everyone... are listening to the song without lyrics, bowing their heads and thinking...

At the end of the song, Little Bread slowly opened his eyes. Some tears overflowed unconsciously from the corners of her eyes, emitting a soft glow against the light.

Yeah... it's over.

Now that the singing is over, the most cruel evaluation. It's time to come.

"First of all, I like your singing very much. It is very gentle, with a little bit of compassion and pity, which is in line with the theme of the carol of the Holy Eve Festival. Moreover, you are also very beautiful, and there is no problem in going on stage. But... …"

The judges coughed and said, "I have a question from just now. Could you please...say a few words? You can say anything."

Bun squeezed his fists and held it to his chest. After being silent for a while, she finally raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Then, shook his head...

"I am a dumb, can't speak, can only hum. 》

The sign was raised.

Although I had already expected it, some people in the judges and audience were surprised and started talking after they really knew this fact.

"Are you... dumb?"

Little Bread nodded. The idiot looked at the teary-eyed **** stage, turned her head and looked at the judges. Some of these judges have already scored excellent on the various evaluation forms on the paper, but now they have to use a pen.

"I'm sorry, little girl."

The chief judge picked up the evaluation sheet in his hand, walked out of his seat, and said: "I can only say that God has given you a good voice, but the real world has deprived you of the right to sing. Although this is cruel, I believe , You are already prepared for this kind of mentality."

While talking, the judge slowly stepped onto the stage. Passed the evaluation form in his hand to Little Bread, and said: "This form is for you. This is the only one that I have played since I started the selection today that is all excellent. I will give it to you as a souvenir. If You are willing, wait until your throat is cured in the future, then come to sing again."

Regardless of whether this is really all excellent or pure comfort, this evaluation sheet has given Little Bread an answer. The idiot also knows that this incident is over. He also left his seat and slowly walked down the stairs, ready to pick up the little girl who finally tried but failed to go home...

"Ah!"

suddenly! The bun, who had been bowing his head since just now, suddenly raised his hand and patted the evaluation sheet off. She raised her head and yelled at the judge. The tears in the eyes are also rolling down, unable to suppress.

The idiot's footsteps stopped.

He looked at the little girl above and fell silent.

The judge was also taken aback, looking at the evaluation sheet on the soles of his feet, and then at the tears of the little girl in front of him, and stopped talking.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!"

"Take her away. Next player No. 100, come up."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh————————!!!

There is no suitable kindness, but reality. Watching the judge slowly step down. Little Bread really cried all of a sudden, in front of more than a thousand people...cry.

The host came up, trying to hold the little girl's hand. But the outstretched hand was slapped away by the bread. In the background, seeing the little bread crying so sad now, Ke Luo smiled at the corner of his mouth and gently covered his lips. Lilo frowned, trying to get angry at Ke Luo, but didn't know how to do it.

"Bread, come down."

"Woo...wow!"

The idiot came to the side of the stage and held out his hand. Little Bread saw the idiot, after forcibly enduring it. Finally rushed off the stage, threw directly into the arms of the idiot, crying...

The next contestant has been on stage, and the judges are already in their positions, continuing to rate the next little singers. The idiot knelt down and hugged the bun to comfort him. Finally, he took her and left...

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ended.

The holy night festival of the singer's bread is over.

Bathed in the setting sun outside, the idiot sat on the bench with Little Bread. The little girl was still sobbing, and the idiot was wiping her tears. When the girl cried enough, the idiot hugged her and bathed in the sunset.

"Okay, let's go back. Our holy night festival is not over. This year, I, Mi Li, Toran, and the green-haired girl will all come to listen to you sing. You can sing as long as you like ."

The idiot who used to only speak in a cold tone, this time it is rare to utter gentle words. An idiot is indeed a rational person, but because he is too rational, he also knew from the beginning that this is simply not something that can be achieved through hard work. So... it's over, go home.

"Woo!"

However, Little Bread threw away the idiot's hand once again and jumped off the bench. She rushed to the middle of the street, turned her head, chewed her tears, and looked at him very seriously.

"Bread is going to sing! 》

"Sing for Sister Tolan! 》

"Sister Tolan is so sad, she is pained and sad for killing so many people! Even if it is not for those who died, the bread must be for Sister Tolan, sing the hymn this time! 》

The idiot was silent, watching the little girl writing on the boards one after another. And after the three signs on the top, the sign that Little Bread raised again made the idiot look up and stare at her. Lost in thought.

"Even the death knight's sister Tolan should have her own rebirth! Baba, Bread wants to help Sister Tolan be born again! Make her laugh again! Only the smiling sister Tolan is the most beautiful sister Tolan! 》

(This girl is just nonsense. She sings and Tolan’s smile has a hairy relationship! It’s as if I am a kitchen knife and I have nothing to do with cutting human flesh. Well, yes, I am cutting human flesh. The kitchen knife~~~! La la la la~~~~)

The last sunset slowly fell on the other side of the cliff. While the sky was still smeared into a gorgeous picture by the last sunlight...

"go."

The idiot finally got up from his seat, and he grabbed the bun and walked straight to the auditorium where the meeting had not ended.