Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

At the same time, Zhang Ting and others were worshiping in front of Xiu Jieke's tomb in the Qingxi Mausoleum area.

Zhang Ting has not been here for many years, and this is somewhat different from his memory.

The location has not changed, but the tombstone has been replaced with Fuding black granite.

The epitaph contains a lyric from their band Bloom: "Withering is for the sake of blooming again!"

"Jieke, we came to see you. Are you okay there? We will hold a commemorative performance for you at Jingwei Reclamation today..."

Zhang Ting muttered sadly while pulling away the weeds in front of his grave.

Ding Tong took out a record sample that had not yet been officially released, placed it in front of the stone incense burner, and then said: "We have met a new friend named Bian Lang, who is also our boss. He wrote two songs for you. It’s all in, please listen carefully. Today’s performance was only possible because of him.

I’ll record tonight’s performance for you and send it to you later…”

The bassist of Blooming Blossom started to chatter while placing the cigarettes, wine, sweets and tea: "Jieke, Lao Ding and Lao Zhang want to reorganize the band, but I feel that without you, it's like missing the soul. Maybe after this performance One game, let’s think about it again…”

The drummer rubbed the words on the epitaph without saying anything, just knowing that there were tears.

The tomb of the original Zhang Ju is also in the Qingxi Mausoleum area. Bian Lang has never been there, but he heard the epitaph written by his third brother:

Compared with the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, you are a descendant, and compared with the five-thousand-year-old ancient civilization, you are a newcomer, but the "Tang Dynasty" created by you and your colleagues used your pioneering actions to prove to the world that you are a generation of musicians... …

You took your young life away, but you sprinkled the earth with gold, because music will last forever

It was past 11 o'clock when they came out. When they were leaning against the car and smoking, Zhang Ting was the first to speak: "Think again, start the band again, don't let Jie Ke laugh at us."

The drummer didn't say anything, but the bassist nodded and said: "Let's perform tonight well first, and I will seriously consider the rest."

At this time, on Zhangzizhong Road, at the gates of Jingwei Reclamation and Fanhua, people from the event company had already come over and started to set up the inkjet canvas.

It's just that Fanhua is open for business, and all the singers who can come under it appear on the spray painting, coupled with the "wedding"-like flower brocade, people passing by will stop and take a look, and then say: "Then What a real flower, it’s really worth spending money on!”

Huang Kai happened to stroll out to pick someone up, and the brother also sighed with emotion: "Just for the word "prosperity", these flowers must cost tens of thousands, right?"

If it had been done before, Huang Kai would have nodded in agreement and said at the same time: "It's all money."

But since he went to Spring City, when he returned to BJ and saw this scene, he felt that the people of BJ were a little pitiful.

"That's it? When you come to Chuncheng, I'll take you to Dounan Flower Market. If you just look at it, they'll be sold by the pound."

"Kaizi, are you drifting?"

"If you don't believe me, go and ask other people. One time, that guy Hua Yan and I went to buy flowers for his girlfriend. We bought a trunk full of roses with a budget of 300 yuan..."

At this time, a man delivering a flower basket for the opening happened to be passing by. Hearing Huang Kai's words, he rolled his eyes at him as if he were a fool.

Huang Kai was not happy at this moment, and deliberately raised his voice and said: "Get some wheat and fire geese. It will cost hundreds of dollars to look at the wilted garbage. This flower material is only a few dozen yuan in Spring City." After finishing speaking. So I took my friends and walked into Jingwei Reclamation without recognizing any relatives.

The spray painting at the door here is a black and white back photo of Xiu Jieke. Below it is written to commemorate Xiu Jieke's "Gift" rock concert. The simple and elegant black and white style forms a sharp contrast with the opposite!

After lunch, I don’t know if it was organized or spontaneous, but blooming music fans came over one after another and took photos here. Some even placed a white chrysanthemum next to the spray painting, making it a bit like a memorial service. .

But a group of rock players really don't mind this. Even Liu Yao and the others who came to rehearse in the afternoon came with Baihua.

But as a result, the flower shop across the street was not happy. They were just opening, and the place was like a memorial service. Everyone who saw it felt a little disgusted.

So before notifying Oulu, he directly called the urban management and street office to report the matter.

After Hu Chen received the call from the urban management team leader, he pretended to be aggrieved: "Captain Jia, you have to make the decision on this matter for me. I have completed all the formalities for filing and approval in advance. The same goes for setting up rows and racks. We strictly abide by the regulations. If you don’t believe it, just bring your brothers over to see it. If there is any irregularity, you can remove it immediately!”

Of course Captain Jia knew that Hu Chen would not be caught with pigtails. Someone who has been able to open a bar on Zhangzizhong Road for so many years would not make a mistake in this kind of thing, otherwise he would have been kicked out by the aunties of the neighborhood committee.

"Just find someone to collect those white flowers, so..."

Before Captain Jia finished speaking, Hu Chen became dissatisfied: "Captain Jia, it's not appropriate for me to do this immoral thing. It's to commemorate the late musician, so I'll just do it to others. That's too unfair." That makes sense. How about you bring your brothers over..."

"Hey! I said Hu Chen, you're a slick guy, is it suitable for you to work as a city manager?"

Hu Chen muttered in his heart: "What are you urban management officers doing that is not suitable? If you start to work for a small life, I can just airdrop you!" But he said: "It's not suitable, then why don't I go to the neighborhood committee to manage street sanitation, Aunt Liu?" Surrender yourself?"

Faced with Hu Chen's somewhat rogue response, Captain Jia had no choice but to say, "You can figure it out yourself. Anyway, if someone complains, we will conduct a routine inspection. When the time comes..."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you here!"

After hanging up the phone, Hu Chen carried a bench and went out. He planned to lead people to guard there personally. It would be hard for anyone who was legal and compliant like him to do it. Whether he hates it or not is the next best thing. He himself was once a fan of Blooming music.

When I arrived in front of the spray painting, I saw a few music fans standing there after the group photo was finished, and they had an eye-to-eye confrontation with a few people wearing black vests opposite. Hu Chen went up and asked what was going on.

"Those people across the street are going to come over and throw the flowers for Jie Ke into the trash can when we're not paying attention..."

As soon as Hu Chen heard this, he shouted directly to the other side: "You guys come over here and try one more time? I, Hu Chen, have stopped talking. No one can touch these things before Xiu Jieke's parents come over. If you try again Yes, I see you have quite a few flower baskets!”

The people on the other side felt quite cowardly. They didn’t even dare to say anything even after Hu Chen’s words got so loud.

Seeing this, Hu Chen said to his staff: "Go and get some food and drink for these brothers, and then you can stay here and call me if you can't figure it out."

When he finished speaking and was about to turn around, Aunt Liu wearing red sleeves came over with several sisters.

Seeing the situation at the scene, Aunt Liu smashed her words and said, "Xiao Hu, are you thinking this is a memorial service?"

"No way, this guitar player..." Hu Chen pointed to the back of Xiu Jieke on the spray painting and continued: "It has been more than 20 years ago, and today is a commemorative performance at my place. Their family will come over later. Yes, it’s the mutton shabu restaurant in Mao’er Hutong. You should have tried it. Their lamb meat comes here by plane..."