Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Bian Lang thought about it and realized that it was true!

"If a man is not frivolous when young, he will die in vain!" If it weren't for this special time and opportunity, I might never have had such an idea in my life.

"Let's go and borrow a piano from someone!" Bian Lang said as he quickened his pace and walked towards the boys' dormitory.

"Don't you even ask if Dong Youbian is at home?"

Facing He Lei's question, Bian Lang waved his hand and said, "It's not important!"

After hearing what Bian Lang said, several girls sighed: "If Bian Lang was like this back then, why would we have to look for him in other classes?"

Although I studied sculpture, many students in this major at Yunnan Art Institute were transferred here with the intention of changing departments later, but I don’t know why they failed to do so in the end.

Therefore, the girls they sculpted are also quite good-looking.

He Lei jogged along, thinking, "That's great! I never thought I could still be taken crazy even though I'm already in my 30s!"

As soon as the two arrived downstairs of the dormitory, they saw a young man jumping up and down downstairs, looking like he was waiting for someone.

Seeing Bian Lang and the others coming over, the young man came up to greet them: "Brother Lang? Jin Ma called me and said you guys are going to revisit the dormitory?"

Bian Lang patted the shoulder of this unfamiliar student and said, "I just had a few drinks and want to have some fun. Can you go and borrow a guitar for us?"

"Why not? This is too much! You don't know that ever since you discovered Jin Ma, our boys' dormitory should have the highest number of guitars in the country!"

After saying that, he took Bian Lang and the others upstairs, and the dormitory manager didn't even raise his head.

After going upstairs, it happened that this guy's dormitory was separated from the one where Bian Lang and his friends originally lived.

Bian Lang and his friends used to live in room 407, and the young man lived in room 406.

Now that he had reached the door, He Lei wanted to go in and take a look. However, when he saw the closed door of Room 407, He Lei asked, "Has everyone in this dormitory gone home?"

"This dormitory has been unoccupied this semester, and it's always been locked, and I don't know why... Brother Lang, could this be your dormitory?"

Bian Lang looked at He Lei, whose eyes flickered a little, and nodded with a smile: "Yes!"

"Oh my god! This school is smart. They're not planning to charge admission, are they?"

Seeing that this guy hadn't mentioned the stupid guy on the upper bunk, He Lei knew that this guy probably hadn't seen the video yet, so he immediately became active: "If the school really charges admission, then they should give us brothers some points!"

Bian Lang thought to himself: "Brother, I'm afraid that by then it won't be me who will be famous, but you, He Lei!"

Since he couldn’t get in, Bian Lang followed into room 406, took the boy’s guitar and went downstairs.

Naturally, the young man followed to see what was going on.

After all, it was obvious that Bian Lang was going there to sing, so how could he miss such an opportunity?

Following a group of seniors to the staff housing, the young man thought to himself: "Can I follow them? If they are caught for disturbing the public, these people will be in trouble. How can I, with my small arms and legs and body, bear it?"

But in the end, how could the fear of punishment compare to the temptation of seeing what Bian Lang was going to do!

He followed them all the way downstairs. Bian Lang saw that the light in Dong Youbian's window was on, so he asked the group, "Whose hand is more accurate when it comes to smashing glass with a stone?"

The young man wanted to volunteer, but finally thought about the consequences and gave up.

Finally, it was Ma Rui who stood up and said, "Look at you all, you have really lost the way you used to eat. If Lao Luo knew about this, he would be so sad!"

Ma Rui said there was a reason for this. When they were in school, Lao Luo made a series of experimental works, in which he asked students to throw kneaded clay and burn whatever shapes they threw out.

Because there were so many individuals, in the end everyone turned the process of artistic creation into a competitive game.

This became a tradition for that class of students. When Bian Lang thought about it now, it seemed that he was the one with the best hands in their class and he could use the Flying Dagger within 10 meters when he graduated!

But later on, those of them went astray and abandoned this skill.

But judging by the way Ma Rui spoke, she must have been practicing it over the years.

"I'll tune the strings, and when I count to three, you can do it! Go to the rightmost window on the second floor!"

Ma Rui nodded, picked up a few quail egg-sized stones on the ground, weighed them, and made an OK gesture to Chong Bian Lang!

Dong Youbian had just returned home, and she had really forgotten that Bian Lang had called her to dinner today. When she was discussing things with Chen Manman, her phone was on silent mode, and when she saw Bian Lang's call, she wanted to go home, take a shower, and then call him back.

Just as she was packing her pajamas and preparing to go to the bathroom, she heard some movement on the guardrail outside the window.

At first she didn't pay attention and just thought it was a wild cat passing through.

It wasn't until their little Bichon Frise ran into her room and started barking at the window that she realized something was wrong: "Little Stone, stop barking!"

As soon as I opened the window, I heard the sound of a piano.

Before I could stick my head out to see what was going on, I heard that familiar voice:

"I am the oak tree in front of your window where you sit, the book at your hand when you first shed tears, the candle you gaze at on a spring night, the delicate dress you wear in autumn..."

This section of chords is extremely simple and even a beginner can perform it.

But Dong Youbian feels that no one else in the music industry can write lyrics as neat as these except Bian Lang.

The key point is that the lyrics of this song are like a love poem. In this night just after the beginning of spring, it pushes and shakes her mind!

Especially at this time when her mind was very unstable recently, this song was like a stabilizing needle piercing her heart.

The girls who were standing next to them were both envious and jealous!

However, they also felt it was great to be able to shoot such an exclusive video which was very popular among their friends.

However, a classmate who was close to Ma Rui muttered in his heart: "I really can't see what's so good about Dong Youbian. As for career help, the songs that Bian Lang gave her, it wouldn't be worse if a female singer sang them than her. She's not as good-looking as Ma Rui, so is it that the name of Youbian's song was chosen by heaven?"

"I want you to open the window you hung in the summer, I want you to hold my hand and wander in the afternoon, I want you to look at my gaze and tell me silently the sadness of first love..."

When Bian Lang sang the second sentence, the noise became a little louder, and some people in the dormitory area started opening the windows to educate people!

Among them was a teacher from the Academic Affairs Office. Of course, the Art Academy has looser discipline than other schools in some aspects, but you come here to sing at any time, who else should I blame? But after opening the window and listening carefully, he said, "Hey, this song is pretty good. Let's wait for him to finish singing before we punish him!"

This is the common voice of the teachers who were disturbed.

As for those who recognized Bian Lang’s identity and guessed what happened, they stood by the window like Lao Luo, listening to songs and sighing how great it is to be young!

At the same time, I was thinking about how to have a good chat with Dong Shuxian when we meet tomorrow!

As for Comrade Lao Dong, he just took a look at the window, then returned to the living room and called Little Stone back to his side: "Don't disturb your sister Youbian!"

Dong's mother hid behind the curtains in the living room and listened carefully!

"This city has spread out its lonely map. How can I find the place where you are waiting for me? I am like every child in love, growing up lonely on the strings of a guitar in the street. I am like every child in love, growing up lonely on the strings of a guitar in the street..."

The people living here are all school teachers, and more than half of them are music-related.

Ninety-nine percent of these people recognized the name as Bian Lang, including the dean of the music conservatory.

He listened to the song, then glanced in the direction of Lao Luo's window, and a ridiculous thought occurred to him: "Was Bian Lang transferred to the sculpture department, and then was fooled by Lao Luo when he wanted to change his major?"

But he was just thinking about it. Anyway, it was certain that Bian Lang graduated from Yunnan Art Institute, and now he was working with the school to set up a new music school!

As long as we make good use of this point, the enrollment of Yunnan Art Conservatory of Music next year may not be the same as this year's sculpture situation, with an ordinary first-class admission but reaching the score line of top art colleges!

"We must get this kid to the graduation party next semester, and that lucky kid from Jin Ma must come too!"

At this moment, Dong Youbian just wanted to run down and talk to Bian Lang about what he had been thinking about in the past two days. But he was afraid of missing the lyrics, so he gestured to Bian Lang from the window.

After the interlude, Bian Lang sang the song again with the same lyrics.

At this time, the teacher from the Academic Affairs Office called the security room!

When Bian Lang sang to the end again: "This city has spread out her lonely map. How can I find the place where you are waiting for me? I am like every child in love, growing up lonely on the strings of a piano in the street. I am like every child in love, growing up lonely on the strings of a piano in the street..."

A team of school security personnel has come over: "Which college and class are you from? It's vacation now..."

Upon seeing this, the guy who came to watch the fun put away his phone and ran away!

Somehow, a group of old students including Bian Lang also started running.

Dong Youbian, who was about to go downstairs, was speechless: "Do you guys need to explain? Explain yourself. Who knows if the security guard will let you continue singing!"

At this moment, a resounding voice came back from the night sky: "Our 04 Sculpture Class, Teacher Luo Xu!"

Lao Luo stood by the window with a smile on his face, and cursed outside the window in a thick dialect: "Who is being stabbed and yelling for security? It's harder for other schools to invite Bian Langke to sing a song than to land on the moon. You are so generous that you even yelled for security to get people out..."

The dean of the music conservatory also reacted at this time. Although he didn't say anything, he had already taken out his phone and was ready to call someone to find out which nosy person had ruined this good thing.

As for the teacher who made the call, after hearing what Lao Luo said, he started to panic: "How the hell can I tell it's Bian Lang? How can I have such dog ears as yours!"

However, if the matter is really investigated to him, he will accept any punishment. After all, he also knows how important Bian Lang is to the school now!

……

Bian Lang and his friends ran for a while, and when they saw that the security guard had disappeared, they stopped to catch their breath and rest.

He Lei looked the most tired. It was obvious that his experience in the business world over the years had worn out his body. "Why are we running around? We are not students. We can just explain to them. Do we have to be put on the red list?"

Ma Rui sat down on a stool by the roadside, panting and laughing, "Come on, this is the perfect experience! I've never been chased by a security guard before!"

The young man was the most relaxed one. He came over to help Bian Lang take the guitar and said a little embarrassedly: "It's all my fault, otherwise you wouldn't have to run!"

"It's okay! Thank you for playing crazy with us. Let's go to Nan Fei Yan for a midnight snack. It's my treat!"

As soon as Bian Lang said this, the young man immediately asked, "Is it really possible?"

"What's wrong with that? These are your seniors. What's wrong with treating you to a midnight snack?"

After saying that, a few of them staggered out of the school.

And just at this moment, Dong Youbian called.

Bian Lang calmed down and just picked up the phone when he heard Dong You asking, "Where have you been? Did you go to Nan Fei Yan for supper? I was busy tonight and forgot about it. Call your classmates and I'll treat you!"

"Well, just come here, and when you get to Nanfeiyan, you can pay me!"

After hanging up the phone, Bian Lang said to everyone: "Come over to me later and introduce You Bian to you."

When they arrived at Nan Feiyan, the young man asked tentatively, "Senior Bian, I just recorded a video, can I post it online?"

"It's okay, send it, and remember to bring it to school!"

"okay!"

After getting Bian Lang's permission, the young man immediately uploaded the video to his own Bilibili account.

Anyone who likes the Rolling Stones and Bian Lang knows that the small broken station is the Rolling Stones' base camp. He just finished uploading and found a push.

When I clicked on it, I saw that it was a replay of the Seagull Band's live broadcast, which specifically included a clip of Bian Lang singing "The Part Where the Brother Sleeps on My Upper Bunk"

Seeing that Bian Lang and others were chatting, he put on his headphones and started listening. After the song was over, he stared at He Lei for a while, then returned to the video page he uploaded.

Although we were prepared, we were still shocked by the torrent-like traffic.

In just three to five minutes, the number of views has reached nearly 10, and there are hundreds of comments below.

The first one at the top was: "Is that fat guy next to him the idiot on the upper bunk of Bian Lang?" followed by someone asking the name of the song.

The young man slapped his head and remembered to ask, so he quickly asked Bian Lang: "Senior Bian, what is the name of your song? I forgot to ask when I posted the video, I'll add it now!"

"A model love letter!"

At this time, Dong Youbian just came to the corner of the corridor. When she heard the title of the song, she smiled happily, and the blush on her face was almost as red as the chili powder on the table!