Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 108: Development (please subscribe, please vote monthly, please reward)

Until he finished singing, Bian Lang was still thinking about He Yusheng's Sanxian and Dou Xian's flute. Adding He Yong to the mix, it would be no exaggeration to say that the scene in Hung Hom was a masterpiece.

At that time, some people in the rolling circle joked that He Yong's opening sentence: "Sanxian playing, He Yusheng, my father...", if you want to surpass it in the future, you may have to wait for Dou Jingtong's concert: "Flute playing, Dou Wei, I His father... Harmony, Faye Wong, my mother!"

Liu Juyue, who had gone backstage, had already called people to come out.Although this song has little to do with Peking Opera, it is the Beijing flavor in it that makes this group of old people with roots in the imperial city feel a lot.

The old student who followed behind was a bit older than Liu Juyue, and he said immediately after listening to it: "Hey, the Beijing accent is not strong, it seems that the people in front of us are numb and can't feel the Beijing flavor. .”

Liu Juyue also answered: "Indeed, if Bian Lang didn't sing this, I can't remember how many years I haven't heard the sound of the Bell and Drum Tower. By the way, Bian Lang, what's the name of your song?"

""The Bell and Drum Tower"!"

The middle-aged man who lent Bianlang Sanxian also nodded and said: "It's so delicious, this word makes me want to go to the alley and stutter a deep-fried dough stick..."

Sound engineer: "Absolutely, with that part of the pigeon whistle, it's so strong that I can't describe it."

Hearing this, the two bosses nodded in unison.

Guo Sichu, on the other hand, counted with his fingers: ""A Man Without Ideals Doesn't Sad", "Hand Tractor Driver", "Dye the Night Black", "Rock and Roll on the New Long March Road"...Bian Lang, what do you write? The speed of the song is not to leave food for others. Whenever I write a song for my sister, I haven’t released a new song for more than a year.”

Bian Lang did not refuse: "Okay, when I have a chance, I will contact Sister Chu as soon as I write something suitable."

After the two of them finished speaking, Liu Juyue introduced the Laosheng actor who came out to Bian Lang and said: "Bian Lang, this is Boss Ding. I have told him about the matter. Boss Ding is also willing to help. If you have any requests, just ask." explain."

Bian Lang nodded and greeted Ding Jianshan and said, "Boss Ding, I'm just a layman in Peking Opera. I have to wait for you two to check the pronunciation in the lyrics and the pure Peking Opera version. I also need to listen to you to arrange the music." opinions.”

"Okay, Boss Liu told me that this is a good thing. I'll leave the lyrics here. We'll think about it for a while and I'll give you an answer then. Also, what are you going to record today so I can say hello to the music composers? .”

“I want to have a ‘bang, clang, clang’ rhythm for the intro, and the rest will be arranged according to the score...”

After recording all the sound samples requested by Bian Lang, it was almost time to start the show. Guo Sichu asked Bian Lang and the sound engineer if they had anything else to do, and then asked them to go to a small shop at the intersection to have something to eat. When she came back, she said that she Pay the money and ask the sound engineer to record a piece of what you're going to sing tonight.

When it started, Bian Langzai and Guo Sichu sat in the corner of the garden and listened. From time to time, Guo Sichu would spread some knowledge to Bian Lang.

At eight o'clock, Bian Lang received a WeChat video from his father. Bian Lang put on his headphones and clicked to play it.

I saw his mother, Russell Ping, wearing reading glasses, sitting on the sofa and staring at the TV carefully. What could be seen on the TV screen was the recording of the Army Day party.

Before he could type a reply, his father's voice message came over: "This is the first time your mother has seen you on TV. It really makes us proud. How long do you have to stay in BJ? I will reply when I get back." Come home for dinner, I’ll go buy some hand greens in advance..."

After listening to the voice, Bian Lang typed back with a warm feeling in his heart: "Okay, I've booked the flight tickets and let you know."

……

At this moment in the bar, Li Hao projected a TV program for the first time, and it was still CCTV 7. According to his own estimation, this incident was quite explosive in the entire bar industry. It is unprecedented, and there will be no one in the future. which type.

Although he thinks so, there are now many bar owners across the country who think the same as him.

Banshan is currently playing the Army Day party on the four rear-projection TVs. Zhu Yan sits at the bar and has a cup of Banshan’s green plum special tune with Mu Mian, chatting while watching: "Bian Lang is really awesome this time, A symphony orchestra with more than 100 people accompanied him, which was something that was unimaginable before.”

Kapok took a sip of the green plum wine mixed with lime juice and ice cubes, and said with emotion: "I, Kapok, never thought in my life that I would be able to form a band with a Shangyang 7's home team. I think it's too damn rock!"

Old Tan looked helplessly at the eaux-de-vie on the wine rack, and then asked Kapok, "Do you want a glass?"

Kapok shook his head: "No, it would be great if only Brother Lang was the genius. I just want to be a bass player who doesn't have any feelings!"

And at this moment, a buddy at the side table on the second floor yelled: "Did you say it, watching Yang 7 in the bar is really magical, and the waves are awesome! Give us Yunnan Province glory!"

After saying this, Lao Tan and the three of them laughed together at the bar.

On the first floor, Huang Kai became the absolute central figure.

"Kaizi, is there smoke coming out of your ancestral grave or something, and you can actually go to Central 7?"

<divclass="contentadv">"Brother Kaizi, do you still need someone? Do you think I can do it?"

"Kaizi, now in the Demon City, your brothers must have their teeth broken..."

Upon hearing this, Huang Kai replied: "That's not necessarily true. It's hard to say that their brothers don't care about it at all. It doesn't matter to them whether they can release new songs or not. Anyway, as long as they can have tours and invitations to music festivals If they continue, they will..."

"Kaizi, when it comes to this, I also want to say something to you. Bian Lang has produced quite a few songs, why did he only release two songs? What kind of hunger marketing is this?"

Faced with this problem, Huang Kai was also very helpless: "Come on, release two songs a month, and make so many videos, what do you still want to make waves, why don't you just release an album a month? It's enough now It's not welcome anymore, if it really comes out once a month, then we'll just run away..." When Huang Kai said this, he looked straight at the next table.

A few musicians at the table next to Magic Disc were drinking there. Ever since Li Hao cast the party on the background of the small stage, they started cursing there. Now Huang Kai's words directly blow up one of them.

"Kaizi, you are a fool, so you look down on us, right? Can you be where you are today without the magic disc?"

Huang Kai didn't hold back, and directly replied: "Brother Xiulong has been kind to me, and Huang Kai thinks that he has paid off everything that should be paid back. My old brothers in the magic city also hope that they can go further." The better, you can't keep me kidnapped because of the emotional bond, right?"

"Brother Kaizi, stop talking, you're too drunk, don't take it to heart." One of them acted as a peacemaker, stood up and had a drink with Huang Kai, hooked his back to the aisle, and continued. : "Brother Kaizi, I don't want to stay in Magic Disc anymore, please ask Brother Bian for me, don't you still lack keyboard players?"

Huang Kai was stunned for a moment, and asked in disbelief, "What's the matter, what happened?"

"I used to think that if you play in a band, it's inevitable that you won't get ahead. It would be nice to be able to continue playing like this. But now that I see brother Kaizi and you guys have more possibilities, I want to fight for it. Otherwise, let's play You've been like this all your life, what's the point?"

Huang Kai has a deep understanding of this. Before he encountered Bianlang, he probably had the same mentality as the bass player, but now that he has seen the possibility of higher and farther, who is a bit motivated and would like to stay where he is? .

"Okay, I'll ask you later, and I'll tell you when I have a letter." After he finished speaking, he turned and went back to the table, but after he remembered something, he added: "A new song will be released tomorrow, remember to listen to it when you have time!"

……

It was almost 10 pm when we came out of the theater, and it was almost 11:[-] when we returned to the Baihua Deep Hutong in Guo Sichu's nanny car. After saying goodbye to Guo Sichu, Bian Lang and the sound engineer carried the equipment and walked into the alley. They didn't go far. I saw Lao Deng's car parked beside the light pole.

Before he got close, he saw the car door open, and Lao Deng walked down without any equipment in his hand.

"Bian Lang, I'm not going to live today, so I came here to thank you. Your video made my daughter famous in their training class, and their teacher didn't mention it again. Thank you..." Lao Deng said Take out the cigarette and light it for Bian Lang.

Bian Lang took a sip and said with a smile: "It's all trivial. By the way, let me ask you something, how much do you have with me today? How much money can you make for a group of photos?"

Lao Deng also lit a cigarette for himself, and after thinking about it, he said calmly: "I just came here at night, and I've been away for about 10 waves. It depends on the content, most of them are Those who stared at you and Guo Sichu and wanted to dig some follow-up lace, just my group that night sold nearly [-] yuan. Don’t worry, they were all sold to the media, not to you and Guo Sichu’s fans.”

Looking at those photos, Bian Lang felt that Lao Deng was quite particular, otherwise Bian Lang couldn't believe that he didn't take the kind of misplaced photos that are easy to associate with the scene when they came out.

Since it didn't spread on the Internet, it proves that the source was cut off from Lao Deng.He didn't care what happened to Lao Deng in the past, but just because of this, Bian Lang had a good impression of him.

"I'll be back in Spring City in the next two days. You really don't want to take some pictures?"

Now that Bian Lang had brought it up by himself, Lao Deng didn't hold back. He took the camera back to the car, took a few photos for Bian Lang and the sound engineer, and then thanked him again: "Thank you, Bian Lang, for taking the picture. Having lived with so many celebrities, I feel that your human touch is different. If there is anything you need to help in the future, just say it. If you can’t help me by recitation, if you want to check the news or something, I can still do it.”

Upon hearing this, Bian Lang took out his mobile phone and scanned Lao Deng's WeChat.

At this moment, he found that a special person in the missed message had sent him a voice message.Clicking on the avatar is very abstract, a WeChat user named Lao Luo, Bian Lang clicked on the voice and listened.

"Bian Lang, congratulations, being able to be on CCTV is also a credit to the school. Come back and come to my house for dinner. I dried a lot of dried mushrooms and cooked chicken. I sent you WeChat a few years ago and you didn't reply to me... …”

Hearing Lao Luo's mandarin with strong dialect flavor, Bian Lang found out this matter from the original owner's memory.Perhaps it was because he felt let down, so whenever Lao Luo sent him anything, he always deleted it after reading it.

"That's right, Mr. Luo, when I come back, I will find you..."

After returning to Lao Luo, Bian Lang felt that his first step of time travel was stable, his work was recognized, and his contacts inside and outside the circle began to really improve...