Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

This kind of great classic by a Nobel Prize winner in Literature will not be easily forgotten once you think of it, so Bian Lang is not in a hurry to write it down.

As for whether to sing it for Lao Pan, the inspiration, we will talk about it later. There is no problem for him to sing it himself.

Don't say that this kind of song doesn't sound good if you don't have enough experience. Bob Dylan was only 22 years old when he wrote this song. It's normal for him to win the Nobel Prize later, and it's even more natural for him to win all the Grammy Awards. For talented and wise people, biological age is not a problem worth worrying about.

People like Bian Lang will sooner or later be used as an example on the Blue Water Planet.

As for this song, it was also quoted by a spokesperson for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs on Blue Water to satirize the United States.

Inspired by this song, Yu Guangzhong wrote the poem "On the Rivers and Lakes": "Is a blink of an eye considered a youth? Is a lifetime considered forever?"

These two sentences are like the time that can be spread out in a golden stream with a single wave, the unrestrained youthful spirit and the arrogant and high-spirited vigor and vitality.

Including Wang Dapin, he has said more than once in public that Bob Dylan is his idol.

Therefore, this kind of destined classic must be presented in an occasion worthy of it, only in this way can it be justified.

The progress of the annual meeting afterwards was just as Bian Lang said, the Rolling Stones were having so much fun that they forgot about time.

However, around 10 o'clock, at the reminder of Hao Yi from the hotel, the speakers were turned off and a group of people started to play real unplugged music.

It was just like a normal bar after 12 o'clock, with acoustic guitar, hand drums and various percussion instruments.

Everyone's freely flowing inspiration turned into beautiful musical notes, which made Qiu Luo, who was filming at the same place, so envious that he almost died.

Seeing his worries, Pan Jianhu comforted him, "Luotuo, don't think too much. I see that you will go to the rehearsal room to play when you have nothing to do. When your own director's work comes out, you will definitely be the best bass player among directors and the best filmmaker among bassists."

Hearing this, Qiu Luo was speechless. After a while, he said, "Brother Hu, the black bassist, what you said is absolutely..." Before he finished speaking, his thumb was already raised.

By this point, everyone had completely forgotten about having the Rolling Stones finish the show.

By almost two in the morning, everyone except the musicians had gone to bed.

Pan Jianhu, who was a little more sober, was worried that these people would drink too much and no one would supervise them. If they got sick on a February night, the Spring Festival in a few days would not be beautiful.

So he urged everyone to wrap up and go back to rest.

As a result, after this group of drunks returned to the hotel, some of them didn't bring their room cards and didn't remember their room numbers, so they had to spend a long time at the front desk before they found their rooms.

Dayong thought that since he drank so much, he must be snoring a lot. His wife and child were already asleep. The two of them had planned to go to the lake to play tomorrow morning. It would be inappropriate to go in and disturb their rest now, so Dayong thought about getting another room.

However, Fuxian Lake was in a small peak season before the New Year, so the hotel had no extra rooms available for him.

Just when Dayong was about to bite the bullet and spend the night in the car, Bian Lang gave Dayong his room card: "Come sleep in my place, I have a solution."

Dayong did not refuse. He knew that Dong Youbian did not live in the same room with Bian Lang openly because his parents were around, but what the actual situation was, only the two of them knew.

After Dayong left, Bian Lang sent a message to Dong Youbian, and found that she had not slept yet even though she had returned home earlier.

But Dong Youbian's reply made Bian Lang collapse: "My mom doesn't like my dad's snoring because he's drunk too much, so she came to sleep with me. Do you want to go to my dad's place, or should I go out and accompany you to find a B&B?"

Bian Lang thought about it and thought that it would be difficult to knock on the doors of those B&Bs at this time. Bian Lang also felt that it was a bit inappropriate to share a bed with Comrade Lao Dong.

It was almost three o'clock, and it would be dawn in a few hours. He went to the car to deal with it for a while, and then looked at the morning mist of Fuxian Lake. After all, he promised Pan Jianhu that he would match a song related to Fuxian Lake for the Blueberry Music Festival.

Let's take this opportunity to see if I can give him some inspiration to help him remember it.

After finding an excuse to get rid of Dong Youbian, Bian Lang got into the car.

But even in this half-drunk state, Bian Lang lay in the driver's seat and closed his eyes, but he couldn't fall asleep.

If he went back to the room, took a quick hot shower and drank something warm, according to Bian Lang's physical condition, he could fall asleep in seconds.

But this time, as soon as I closed my eyes, my head started buzzing.

Some messy things started jumping around in my mind, such as what the complete picture of Harley Quinn changing into prison uniform should be; where is One Piece updated now...

At first, Bian Lang thought it was pretty good, as it allowed him to recall many things that he would never think about when he was fully awake. But after more than an hour, he became more and more awake, and no longer felt sleepy at all.

He opened his eyes, put on a windbreaker, got out of the car to smoke a cigarette, then went back to the hotel and asked the front desk, then drove to the lake.

It was almost five in the morning at the lakeside. Bian Lang thought he was alone, but who would have thought he would see a fisherman!

The noise of Bian Lang stopping the car obviously startled the fisherman. When he got out of the car and approached, the fisherman, thinking he had met a fellow fisherman, turned around and greeted him in dialect: "Why are you here at this time? It's so cold and there's nothing to eat!"

"Master, what are you doing here for?" Bian Lang replied in dialect and handed over a cigarette.

Knowing that he was a passer-by chatting, the fisherman took the cigarette and put it behind his ear and said with a smile: "Old Wanwan can't sleep alone, so why don't you come out to guard the nest and see if you can catch some fish..."

Upon hearing this, Bian Lang asked with some caution: "This is a wild fish, is it illegal to catch it?"

Unexpectedly, the fisherman chuckled and said, "It was protected 10 years ago, but now it's so abundant that you can eat it in restaurants for more than 100 yuan per kilogram..."

Bian Lang made the same empiricist mistake from his previous life. He remembered that in his previous life, he had a buddy who ran a restaurant. He caught two red-faced green snakes, and when someone pointed water at him, he called the police and was fined several thousand yuan!

"Oh, so you sell them to restaurants when you catch them?"

"Look, if it's small, I'll let it go, if it's big, I'll sell it... My wife used to love to eat it, and I was the naive one, running out every day to catch it for her. Later, she died of illness, and I thought it would be better to stay at home and accompany her more..."

Diaoyu Liao's tone was very calm, but in that last sigh, Bian Lang could clearly hear the reluctance.

Bian Lang originally thought that these wild fishing baits were just for fun, but it was not until today that he discovered that there was actually a story behind it.

Since he couldn't sleep anyway, Bian Lang pulled a small horse from the car and got down. He also studied various camping equipment that Dong Youbian or someone else had bought for him for a while, and after figuring it out, he started to boil water and make tea.

The fisherman probably thought Bian Lang was quite interesting, so he hung a bell on the fishing line, fixed the rod to the fishing box, and came over to drink tea with Bian Lang.

He also took out the white-striped saltwater fish he had prepared and shared it with Bian Lang.

"Brother, what are you doing? Why are you driving here alone so late at night?"

Bian Lang put the saltwater fish in an aluminum lunch box and heated it over a fire while replying, "We're playing rock music. We're here for the annual meeting. Are you drunk and can't sleep? Come and walk around to find some inspiration."

"Oh, is it the group of people who were fighting the dinosaurs and wolves at the hotel last night?"

Hearing the onomatopeia "dinosaurs fighting wolves", Bian Lang couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Yes, yes, I am teasing you guys?"

"No, no, it was quite far away, I just heard a few vague sounds. Are you guys singing "Lugu Lake"? Are you going to hold a music festival in March?"

"Yes, that's us."

After chatting about this topic for nearly an hour, the fisherman, who had become closer, continued happily, "My wife used to like listening to songs the most. She said that watching those guitar players singing was the most fun. I wanted to learn it, but it was too late. Can you sing a few lines for me? My wife is buried in the back mountain. If the west wind blows, she might be able to hear it..."

Bian Lang never expected that this fisherman was a romantic person. It was a pity that he didn't get to enjoy it while his wife was still alive.

He has never been a stingy person, so facing the fisherman's wish, Bian Lang naturally would not refuse.

He put the aluminum lunch box aside, then stood up and went back to the car to get his guitar.

When he came back, the fisherman had already refilled the tea he had given Bian Lang: "Come on, the fish is hot, have a bite first..."

Bian Lang didn't take it, but just picked up the blue stainless steel cup and took a sip of tea. In the middle of the night, the smell of alcohol and the chill were completely soothing to him.

He exhaled, warmed his hands and began to tune the strings, thinking about what to sing for the fisherman.

After thinking for a while and still not being able to think of what to sing that would be more appropriate, Bian Lang asked casually: "Brother, what is my sister-in-law's name?"

"Huang Lijian... beautiful Li, letter Jian, what's up, brother? Do you think you can write a poem now..."

Before the fisherman could explain the two words at the end, Bian Lang recognized the name of a folk singer in his previous life by listening to the pronunciation of the dialect: "Li Jian!"

Then the song came into my mind spontaneously!

Li Jian once lived in Yunnan Province for a period of time. One of his stops was by Fuxian Lake, where he also left behind a song called "Fuxian Lake".

This song is not very famous among his works. The most famous time he sang it was probably when he sang it with Jay Chou on a certain program.

But as a hometown treasure, Bian Lang listened to almost all the songs related to Yunnan Province when he was on the original Earth. Moreover, this song was nominated for the Best Arrangement of the Golden Melody Awards in 13.

Moreover, once when Li Jian met Feng Yu and Bian Lang, Bian Lang specifically asked him about this song.

At that time, Li Jian responded to him like this: "Well, I wrote this song in 07. The album is called "Miss You". It was written one year after my father passed away in memory of him..."

As the sound of the strings rang out, and to the rhythm of the waves hitting the lakeshore, Bian Lang began to sing: "What a night it is, making people sad and nostalgic. You said to remember this moment, even if we will be separated from each other from now on."

At this point, the fisherman, who was so engrossed in the song, finally reacted and quickly took out his phone and said, "Brother, wait a minute, I'll record a video for you!"

Bian Lang didn't get angry after being interrupted. He just stopped and waited for the fisherman to take action.

But Bian Lang couldn't stand the feeling of being directly exposed to the flash.

"Brother, I can't sing because you're choking my eyes."

"Oh, oh, what's wrong with you? I just wanted to take a clearer picture."

After listening to the fisherman's request, Bian Lang reached out and pulled the fisherman's headlamp over, placed it on the ground on the side, and adjusted the gear so that it could just illuminate himself without being too dazzling.

The fisherman raised his phone to try it out, then gave a thumbs up and said, "OK, that's it, just play it when I say start!"

If these words were heard by Bian Lang’s fans, they would definitely “scold” Diaoyu Lao for being so clueless as to dare to order the big boss to start working.

But now Bian Lang didn't have much temper, so he let his elder brother give orders: "Okay, you count one, two, three!"

"one two Three……"

"What kind of night is this, making people sad and nostalgic, you said to remember this moment, even if we are separated from each other...

How can such a moving wish be blown away? The autumn wind sweeps over the lake, leaving ripples in my heart...

How difficult it is for us who love, hate and part... oh...

The moment you turn around, it’s the end of the world…

You said at this moment, at this moment, we..."

As the fisherman listened, he felt like there was sand in the wind tonight, which made him want to cry.

But now he was holding the phone with both hands to shoot in landscape mode and had no hands free to wipe his tears.

No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't say the words that would ask the brother in front of him to do it again.

So he could only listen and sing while sniffing a little.

Following the rhythm of the waves hitting the shore, Bian Lang actually felt that this song was more in tune with him than Dayong’s drum beats. After a 10-bar interlude, Bian Lang sang the verse again, and then began the chorus: "The moment you turned around and left, it was the end of the world... You said this moment, right at this moment, is forever... Lu... La..."

As Bian Lang hummed passionately, the fisherman seemed to be in tears.

Although he couldn't hear anything professional and couldn't give any profound comments, what he heard just made him want to cry.

As early as a year ago, he was able to control his emotions when he mentioned his deceased wife.

But after listening to Bian Lang's singing, he felt as if his mood had returned to the time when his wife had just passed away.

But, it feels a little different!

The sky was getting brighter, and the fisherman also felt that it was going to be foggy. As Bian Lang hummed, he felt his mood change again.

He still missed his deceased wife, but it was not sadness, but a kind of emotion that he could not clearly describe...

At this time, Bian Lang, who had just finished humming, continued to sing: "In the blink of an eye, the sky has dawned, I don't know where I went last night, the water of Fuxian Lake is rippling, but no one is sad anymore..."