Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 129: Cousin, cousin, you are coming (please subscribe, please vote)

When the Rolling Stones put on their national costumes and appeared on the stage with various national musical instruments, the eyes of the Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan music fans in the audience burst out with fire.

The national NDA in his body is beginning to stir. Although he doesn't know what Bian Lang is going to sing, looking at this familiar but not quite accurate name of the equipment, it is definitely a national style!

Before the music even started, Bian Lang used the microphone to shout to the audience: "You guys in Yunnan Province! Let me see your souls that are unwilling to be lonely!"

These words were like a charge, and all the music fans in Dian Province froze in silence, and then started to look around to see if there were any like-minded people around them.

Immediately afterwards, all the members of the Rolling Stones picked up the Biqi beer on the stage, and Bian Lang handed a glass to Dong Youbian in the audience. Dong Youbian unexpectedly picked it up on tiptoes.

This scene was also recorded by Guo Li, who had been staring at Bianlang through the camera.

Looking at this scene, Wang Zhi instantly felt that Biqi's sponsorship fee was less.But after thinking about it, Bian Lang's family still exists in this company, and he was relieved.

"As soon as the meeting is over, I'll go find Mr. Ai to confirm next year's sponsorship, and tie up Bian Lang and Rolling Stone!"

And all the bands started to worship Bian Lang and the others just by seeing them dressed up:

"Hi Mang Mang Music Festival, you play ethnicity for me! Don't talk about martial arts!"

"It's a foul, it's a foul, this is a song that will get you a red card! Magic City is really smart. If they really followed this song in the original order, what would they sing after it?"

Everyone in the Demon City really felt like they were surviving a disaster. Facing such a ungrateful Rolling Stone, they really had no choice at all.But they really can't find anything wrong with it.

"Xibiqi, drink up!" Bian Lang shouted to the audience, taking the lead, and the rest of the band followed suit!Immediately afterwards, the whole audience followed, and those who had no wine followed.

After finishing one job and putting down the cup, before the music came out, Bian Lang, who was carrying Yueqin, shook his fist with one hand, then continued to shout into the microphone in the dialect of Yunnan Province: "Biaoge!"

The rest of the band followed suit: "Pour some wine!"

Another sentence: "My cousin"

Then the whole audience started singing along: "Pour some wine and drink!"

Then everyone in the band shouted: "Cousin, you have to drink it whether you like it or not... you have to drink it even if you like it... you have to drink it if you don't like it... you have to drink it whether you like it or not..."

This simple, straightforward, and even vulgar drinking song is the most bold and simple expression of many ethnic groups in Yunnan Province and even throughout Yunnan, Guizhou, and Sichuan at the wine table.

At the wine table, once this tune is sung, it proves that the atmosphere has reached a certain point, and the following is a rhythm that counts one by one.

And this may sound a bit unreasonable, but it doesn't involve any conflicts of temper after drinking too much, nor does it involve the face issue of a bottle and a contract on the wine table in the shopping mall. It is just full of love for the guests and nationality. Enthusiasm from the bottom of my heart!

At this time, Bian Lang played the Yueqin, and the drum, Qinqin, Yi Dasanxian, tambourine and other musical instruments also followed suit. Bianlang also stomped his feet three times on the stage in accordance with the rhythm. This was how he followed the folk dance in the venue during the day. Actors learn it.

Although he looks a bit clumsy, with his long hair tied into a ponytail and the Baotou with the "Tian Bodhisattva" on his head, he really has a sense of familiarity as a Yi man. It is enough to stir up the atmosphere on the stage. The rest is left to the professional dancers in the audience.

The ethnic dancers who had already appeared in the crowd were even more bold. Their characteristic of showing eye bags was brought to the extreme. It didn't matter whether the people around them were male or female, where they came from, or whether they were shy or not, they would directly hold people's hands. Then he started stomping his feet three times.

A cheerful prelude ended, Bian Lang jumped back to the microphone, and began to sing: "Cousin, pour wine! Cousin, pour wine! Cousin, drink it if you like it! If you like it, drink it too ! Even if you don’t like it, you still have to drink it! No matter whether you like it or not, you still have to drink it..."

With the previous part of the call-and-response part of the shouting foreshadowing, fans in the audience now have no big problem singing along.

Music fans from the three provinces of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan can naturally come as soon as they open their mouths, while music fans from other places are coerced into playing together in surprise.

Wu Hao didn't feel much about the songs before, he just followed the crowd and danced a few times, but now when the tune came together, he completely let go and started dancing with a couple beside him!

At first, the man was a little uncomfortable with the sudden change in style from rock to "ethnic disco", but when he saw his girlfriend dancing happily, he simply let go.

The same goes for Lao Luo and the others. They originally came here today to support Bian Lang, but now that the tune of their hometown has come out, who in this province of Yunnan can suppress this conspicuous factor that is carried in their blood!

Lao Luo took the lead, dragging Duan Yuntao and trotted into the crowd.Dong Shuxian looked at the inappropriate suit he was wearing, but couldn't resist his wife's hot eyes. He could only smile bitterly and said: "Let's go!"

Immediately afterwards, Bian Lang's singing voice continued: "Cousin, cousin, you are coming! Cousin, cousin, you are coming! If you don't come, you can't come. Don't do it to my sister. Waiting..."

After singing this sentence, everyone who understood it understood it, and those who didn't understood it also sensed something from the meaningful smiles of others.

The following lyrics were repeated like a repeater, with no technical difficulty. The whole audience was singing and dancing, and Bian Lang on the stage was very happy to watch.

As he sang, he began to lose focus.

He remembered the Snow Mountain Music Festival in 07, where the Mountain Man sang the opening song at noon.

That night was Lao Cui's turn, so there weren't many people there during the day. At that time, including friends in the circle, there were probably only about a hundred or so people in the audience.At that time, Ai Yong was still in good health. He played the Yi Sanxian on stage with no shirt on, and Teacher Ou got so excited that he jumped into the water!The people from the Mountain Man Band were so surprised that they made the place with a hundred or so people look like a special concert!

After watching the show, Xiaohe, who was still in the wonderful drugstore at the time, shook his head: "Shanren doesn't have martial ethics!"

Later, Shan Ren went to Europe, and Bian Lang also watched the video of driving a foreigner crazy in Portugal, and even started chatting with Xiao Han when he met him...

Later one year, Shanren won the championship for good songs. The leaf they blew during the performance was picked from a potted plant that he brought to BJ, and Bian Lang even poured beer on it.

In this daze, the instrument in his hand was playing based on muscle memory and did not stop, but the song missed a section, but no one seemed to notice this.

<divclass="contentadv">Now everyone in the audience has become a performer in this event, and he, the whistleblower, can just follow suit.

Wang Zhi looked at this scene that had never appeared at the Ximanmang Music Festival, and his heart was filled with excitement.

While the staff of the Provincial TV Station and Heshi TV Station were recording, they were already thinking about which columns they would broadcast this segment on tomorrow.

Bai Dao was now completely separated from the atmosphere just now, and began to worry about how he was going to write this manuscript. The previous songs were okay, but he didn't know what to say about the one in front of him.

The little witch abducted Liang Zi, and asked very seriously: "Brother Liang Zi, yours is considered ethnic punk and duo rock, so what is today's?"

"Ethnic reggae, original rock and roll, everything is fine! Music, as long as it sounds good and can make people move to the rhythm, then it is good music! To be honest, not to mention how well Brother Lang integrates this thing, just the courage to Playing like that at a music festival is really rock and roll!"

The song is not long, just over two minutes, but it is full of singing and dancing, which makes people feel that they cannot stop being happy.

And when the music on the stage stopped completely, no one felt lost. Some just felt the sense of joy after enjoying the joy.

Dong You was with a few bandmates closest to the stage, and she also noticed Bian Lang's momentary absence. If it was on the stage of the party, it would be a complete performance accident, but at the music festival , but Dong Youbian felt a little like it.

Because sometimes, when she sings a certain lyric, she will be brought into a special memory scene. This is not forgetting the words, but forgetting the feelings. Whenever this happens, the fans in the audience will help her make up for it. superior.

When we arrived at Bianlang, the feeling was the same but different.Rather than being filled in by the fans, it is better to say that Bian Lang guided the fans to complete the performance together.

This quality is rarely seen in other singers or musicians.This was more shocking to her than a Rolling Stones performance that changed several rock genres.

She was at the Rolling Stones today, watching them play from punk to grunge and psychedelia, to hard rock and now the original ethnic style "Drinking Song". There is a connection, but in the eyes of an insider, it's not

Based on her understanding of the rock circle, every rock person has a very stubborn aesthetic taste in music and is not likely to slander others. But if you don’t like it, you don’t like it. If you don’t understand it, you don’t understand it.

But this one seems to have no binding force in Bianlang!

This also reminded her of a very real problem. Personally, she received a classical music education from her father when she was a child. Later, she listened to rock music during her rebellious period, and then made her debut in pop music. Finally, she found her comfort in folk music. district.

However, in the past two years, as her fame has increased and she has performed more and more performances, she has less time to create and think.Therefore, I worked on the new album intermittently for a year, deleting, editing, and revising it. So far, there are still only 5 songs. I want to innovate but I can’t find a direction that I feel is suitable.

"Perhaps if you talk to Bian Lang, you might gain some new insights..."

Bian Lang, who was already sweating a little, put down his Yue Qin, took off his Baotou, picked up the microphone and asked the audience, "Are you having fun?"

"Hi!"

"Not enough, continue!"

Bian Lang pressed his hand down and continued: "Would you like to drink Xibiqi?"

"Delicious!"

"Not enough to drink!"

Faced with the various answers, Bian Lang joked with the fans again: "We people from Yunnan Province, when we are high, we have to sleep wherever there are shops and get drunk wherever there is wine! So, you continue to have fun and drink If it’s too much, just sleep here! I’m going home!”

"No! Encore! Encore!"

Seeing the effect of this scene, Wu Hao is now satisfied.Among the three southwest brothers, Dian Province has never done as well as its two brother provinces in terms of cultural export.But today's scene, let alone the three southwestern provinces, even if it were placed at a music festival across the country, he felt that it would be completely acceptable.

The tunes of these ethnic groups have been passed down in the land of China for countless years, but in the eyes of many young people today, the things of these ethnic groups are rustic, backward, not Western enough, and have little communicative power.

As the head of the propaganda outlet, he knows that in the past, Yunnan province has used countless channels to publicize and promote, even at the level of CCTV gala, but the final results are completely out of proportion to the effort.

But now that Bian Lang has appeared, it seems that he has found a new direction.

Amidst the encores, and seeing no one turning around to leave, Bian Lang knew that it would be a bit cruel for the music fans to end the performance now.

Anyway, he was already prepared. He picked up the microphone and continued: "It rained today, which delayed a lot of time. All the staff at the music festival were also working hard. So..." At this point, his headset There was a slight pause when the sound came.

But at this moment, the music fans in the audience fell into a debate. Some felt that what Bian Lang said was indeed reasonable. After all, everyone has the ability to think from other people's perspective. It just depends on whether they are willing to use it.But more people don’t want to fall into the vortex of the aftermath of the music festival, and they keep shouting: “Encore!”

But who knew that Bian Lang would change his tone after a brief pause: "So please let the staff overcome it a little more, and we will sing another song. Music fans, please also be considerate of the staff and take them with you when you leave." If you have rubbish around you or empty glasses, you can go to the stall to exchange them for a beer coupon."

As soon as these words came out, the music fans nodded in agreement and also sighed:

"Bian Lang is Xibiqi's spokesperson, right?"

"Why do I feel like this Xibiqi is owned by their family..."

The horse breeder, who was squatting and resting at the edge of the venue, stood up after hearing these words and gave a thumbs up to the stage: "This guy, Banzha!"