Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 178 Goodbye Jack (please subscribe, please vote)

It was dawn the next morning, and before Bian Lang could recuperate his lost energy from sleep, he heard very noisy voices coming from the courtyard of the B&B.

He glanced at Dong You who was still sleeping soundly in his arms, then carefully took his hand out from under her neck, put on his nightgown and walked to the window to take a look at the situation in the yard.

I saw the stall owner last night talking loudly to the B&B girl, and the expression on his face was very anxious.

But Bian Lang lived on the fourth floor, and it was hard to hear what the two said through the window glass.

Finally, when the stall owner left anxiously, Bian Lang didn't take it seriously and continued to lie back on the bed and go back to sleep.

When he lay down, Dong You turned over and looked at the circle of saliva marks on the pillow. He smiled and muttered in his heart: "Looks like I'm going to buy you some insecticide."

When Bian Lang woke up again after 10 o'clock, the person beside him was gone.

When Bian Lang got up to wash up and get ready to go downstairs, he heard the sound of a piano coming from the yard. He walked to the window and took a look, and found that it was Dong You playing the guitar. He opened the window and listened for a while, and found that it was Dong You playing the guitar. Playing "My Hand Through Your Black Hair".

Lao Tan was still working as a consultant for her.

When he got downstairs, Lao Tan invited him over to eat thin soybean flour and fried dough sticks.

There was a time in Bian Lang's life when he enjoyed this drink, especially the one with mustard. He took a sip in the morning and the spicy feeling swirling in his nose instantly brought him back to his senses.

Watching Bian Lang drink less than half the bowl without using a spoon, Dong You put down his guitar and said with concern: "Drink slowly, no one will compete with you, don't choke."

Bian Lang took the paper towel she handed him and wiped his mouth, then asked belatedly: "Have you two eaten?"

"At nine o'clock, Lao Meng came to me and told me about the music festival ticket agent, so he brought us roasted bait cubes."

"Then this one?"

"Xiaodong bought it for you and kept it in the kitchen to heat up. I heard you coming downstairs, so I had someone bring it out."

Bian Lang said "Oh", feeling a little warm in his heart, then lowered his head and continued to drink the rest of the bowl.

Seeing that he had finished drinking, Dong You said: "Comrade Dong has promised to help you find a campus agent, and asked you to send the charter later."

Hearing this, Bian Lang asked: "Mr. Dong didn't ask anything else, right?"

"What else do you ask?"

"What's our relationship?"

"I didn't ask. You will confess to him when you think the time is right."

"Okay!" Bian Lang nodded like garlic.

At this time, the girl from the B&B was passing by, and Bian Lang asked casually: "What are you doing setting up a stall in the morning? It's so early in the morning, so he seems to be in a hurry."

The little girl was startled, and then she apologized to Bian Lang first, and then said: "His Jack was lost last night. He searched for it all night but couldn't find it, so he came over and told me to ask for help at the B&B. Did any guests see it? At that time, it was not yet dawn, so I sent him away. "

"Who is Jack?"

"His big golden retriever."

When Bian Lang heard this, the first thing that came to his mind was that Little Plum played the role of Big Boat in her previous life. She had a golden retriever and was also named Jack.

Bian Lang was amused by his strange brain circuit. Dong You asked him why he was laughing. Bian Lang just shook his head and said nothing. There are stories about big ships in this world, but they haven't been filmed yet, so is there a Little Plum? He can't say much about people either.

It’s hard to say that when the photo is actually taken, there will really be a blond little Dengzi or a little Zhuozi or something...

……

At noon, Lao Meng hosted a treat and said that he had reached an agreement with Chen Shuting.Zhang Bianlang has read it, and he thinks there is no problem. If there is a problem, it can be corrected later. If he can do this in one night, he thinks it is enough.

While chatting during the meal, Bian Lang asked why he hadn't seen Xiao Wei. When Lao Meng heard this, his tone suddenly became serious: "Jack was found, by the Dongmen Reservoir, but he has already gone. Xiao Wei and Wei I had a good relationship with the stall owner, so I went with him to find a cemetery for Jack. I heard Xiao Wei say that he died from rat poison, and she also said that it was probably because Jack himself didn’t want the stall owner to see what he looked like when he was gone, so I ran there by myself..."

Bian Lang's heart suddenly skipped a beat after hearing this. He felt that a certain piece of memory had been flipped over, but before he could see clearly what was underneath, it was put down again.

When Dong You heard this, his heart twisted, and then he put down his chopsticks and stopped eating.

The weather in the ancient city seemed to follow the mood of several people. When they walked out of the hotel, it started to rain continuously.

Lao Meng was going to help find someone, Lao Tan was going to see Xiaoshou and his wife off, and Bian Lang and Dong You went shopping under umbrellas.

When passing by a small shop selling postcards, Dong You tugged on Bianlang's sleeve and said: "Every time we go to a place together, we will send ourselves a postcard back. This way, we can save it in the future. If we want to After dividing it up, give these places back to..."

Before she finished speaking, Bian Lang blocked her mouth with a finger: "It's only been a few days, and you're still thinking..."

"Wait until I finish talking and walk through these places again, and then you won't be able to let go..." Bian Lang now only feels that it is no accident that Dong Youbian became a folk legend. This insight into life and the sense of ritual imagination... …

The two of them walked into the shop hand in hand. Downstairs were full of postcards of various pictures of Cang'er scenery, but they were very artistic, not the kind of landscape pictures of mountains and rivers in the traditional sense. However, Dong You was impressed after looking at them for a while. Didn't find anything I liked.

The shop owner, who was good at observing words and expressions, tentatively gave a suggestion: "If you two have photos you like, you can also send them to me to type out and make them into postcards for you."

This suggestion won Dong Youbian's heart. She immediately turned on her camera, uploaded the photo with Bian Lang to her phone, and then passed it on to the shop owner.

The female shopkeeper opened the photo on her computer and enlarged it, then looked at the two people wearing sunglasses, covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Dong Da! Bian Lang! Ah, are you really here together? I am gold! Oh, this I'll send you a postcard..."

Dong You thanked the shop owner with a smile, and then asked Bian Lang, "It's okay, Brother Lang. A prodigal son will never be able to exchange for gold when he comes back!"

Faced with Dong You's teasing, Bian said in a roguish way: "Then I have to accompany you to return home in fine clothes and become a sage!"

The two of them were feeding the dog food so much that the shopkeeper couldn't bear it. After typing out the postcard, the shopkeeper pointed to the upstairs and said, "There is a place to sit and a pen up there. You can go up and write."

Bian Lang glanced at the almost 90-degree wooden staircase and asked Dong You to go up first. After seeing that she went upstairs safely, he followed her.

<divclass="contentadv">While Dong You was writing, Bian Lang was looking at some words left by other guests on the wall. When he saw a page of notes that read: "Forever young, forever filled with tears... ..." The brick that had just been turned over in Bian Lang's heart felt like it was moving again.

After thinking of Jack Kerouac, Bian Lang wanted to pry up the brick, but at this moment Dong You, who had already written, called him downstairs.

Bian Lang wanted to see what she wrote, but Dong You covered the back of the postcard and said, "Send it back and read it yourself."

Bian Lang shook his head and walked down the stairs first, then turned around and grabbed Dong Youbian's hand, and walked down together cautiously.

Dong You put the postcard into an envelope, sealed it and handed it to Bian Lang to write the address.

Bian Lang, who was holding a pen, suddenly realized something: "It's time to change the house!"

The old boy who used to live in a lonely house has successfully turned into a pig-pen style in the past few months. It is no problem for him to live alone, but if Dong Youbian is added to the family, then he will not be able to take care of the house. problem.

After writing the address, the shop owner handed the two people a box of stamps and asked them to choose the ones they liked and affix them.

At this moment, Bian Lang's mind was shaken, and the brick in his memory was completely lifted. The prelude of the song suddenly sounded in his mind: "Thump thump thump thump, thump thump thump thump..."

……

When I went to September in the evening, I saw no stall owner at the door. Bian Lang asked and Lao Meng said, "I don't know, Xiao Wei hasn't come back yet." Bian Lang nodded and took Dong You with him. The attic.

Lao Meng came up before the show started and said to Bian Lang: "Everyone I think is good has been called. The one sitting at the bar is Zhang Ting, who used to be a big shot in the industry. Ding Tong is the lead singer and keyboard player of his band. .

Now I am cultivating immortality in the ancient city. I heard that you are here today, so I came out of seclusion to have a look.If you can persuade him and call Ding Tong, you can at least pry half of the oldest group of rock fans out of the coffin. "

Hearing this, Bian Lang asked curiously: "How did their band break up before?" After all, it's rare for a band to have a keyboard lead singer. In his previous life, there seemed to be only one ZTS in China.

Lao Meng shook his head: "The other guitarist went unexpectedly, and then the brothers dispersed."

Since this was the reason, Bian Lang felt that it was not impossible, but he didn't hold out much hope.After all, in the memory of the original owner, Ding Tong and his band had disbanded at the end of the last century. He had not thought of reorganizing them for so many years, and it was not something he could persuade with just a few words.

When the performance was about to start, Lao Tan also came back. Seeing him chatting with Zhang Ting at the bar, Bian Lang asked: "Is it possible to ask him to reunite with Ding Tong?"

Lao Tan only said one word: "It's difficult!"

When the performance started, Bian Lang found that the first team on stage was much better than yesterday's. The music and lyrics were not comparable to those of yesterday's reggae teams, but there was still a gap between what he was looking for.

If there were plenty of places before, he might have decided directly, but now he has to think about it carefully.

For more than an hour, a total of three bands finished their performance. Bian Lang felt the same way. There was no problem with the technique, but the songs were not that interesting.

It's like an album is full of self-expression songs, but there is no title song that can be heard immediately and resonate with the audience.

Now during the intermission, Bian Lang also went down to the small attic and drank and got to know the members of the three bands.

While chatting, Xiao Wei and the stall owner came in.

Now that there were no seats left, the stall owner asked for a bottle of beer and stood next to Zhang Ting and started chatting with him.

At this time, suddenly a girl's scream came from the table in the corner, attracting the attention of everyone in the bar. Then they saw a Saint Bernard under the next table chasing a mouse towards the door. Run outside.

When passing by the stall owner, the stall owner threw the bottle away, grabbed St. Bernard's neck with both hands and shouted: "You can't go! Don't go..."

At this time, the dog owner also ran over. After thanking the stall owner, the dog owner patted Saint Bernard on the head and said: "Jack..."

As soon as these words came out, the stall owner "smashed" his head against the wall. Tears and snot came together, making him, a man who seemed to be over fifty, instantly transformed into a child who had lost his favorite toy.

Zhang Ting felt as if he was electrocuted all of a sudden, and the wine bottle he was holding fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Bian Lang looked worried and heard the musician who was drinking with him say: "The stall owner has been here for four or five years. He brought Jack from the pet hospital. At that time, Jack was still young. He said he had dog plague. The original owner thought If he doesn't live, then he doesn't want it. Later, he asked the stall owner to rescue him, and he has been raising him until now. The stall owner has never heard him talk about his family, so he has been..."

Hearing this, Lang drained the beer in his hand and raised his chin to the musician: "Let's talk later." Then he walked to the bar and greeted Lao Meng: "Lao Meng, can I go up and play a song?"

Lao Meng felt it was a bit sudden, but Bian Lang wanted to go play. No bar owner in the country could find the reason to refuse: "Go! I'll get you the piano..."

Bian Lang was about to move when he heard Zhang Ting say: "Use mine." After saying that, he asked Lao Meng to hand over the piano case he had left on the bar.

"Thanks, Brother Ting." Although Bian Lang was a little surprised by the meaning of a keyboard player running around with a guitar on his back, he was relieved after thinking about Zhang Weiwei from the original earth.

"It's okay. I'm expecting you to act a part today. I've seen you play with Tongzi, so I'm looking forward to it..." Although these words were plain, when they came out of this big boss's mouth, Bian Lang heard the weight. But a bit heavy.

"Yeah." After saying this, Bian Lang walked towards the stage carrying the piano case, which was not as heavy as he imagined.

Seeing that Bian Lang was about to take the stage, everyone in the circle started to applaud, and the drinkers and tourists who came to drink were all surprised as to who made such a big noise.

The dim lights, sunglasses, leather jackets, and crew-cut outfits made them all unable to immediately recognize the celebrity who was about to take the stage.

But when I heard that it was Bian Lang, I was so excited that I quickly took out my phone and started taking pictures.

After Bian Lang came on stage, he opened the piano case and almost screamed out when he saw the Martin D45 wrapped in blue velvet cloth inside the case!

The second reason is that it is about the same age as the original owner. The main reason is that the piano has been maintained almost as well as a new one.

The fretboard made of ebony and abalone, coupled with the top made of spruce veneer and the sound hole inlaid with colored shell, makes people feel that this is a piece of art that cannot be played.

But the applause and cheers from the audience left Bian Lang no time to stop and examine the piano carefully.

He adjusted the note with his hands, clamped the capo on the 5th fret, and then said into the microphone: "A new song, "Goodbye Jack" for everyone!"