Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 143 Dong Shuxian’s Hallucination

Bian Lang remembered that Dong Youbian's mother was also from Yunnan Province. Now was the season for eating wild mushrooms. The cars all drove in the opposite directions to the wild mushroom market. What could be better than a delicious meal of wild mushrooms to satisfy a person who has been living away from home for a long time? What about the taste buds of people from Yunnan Province?

If so, have two meals!

Bian Lang parked the car and looked at the restaurants one after another. After rejecting all the restaurants that served wild mushroom hot pot, he finally found a fried mushroom shop that looked inconspicuous, but there were several aunts washing wild mushrooms at the door. .

As a true Yunnanese, he feels that eating hot pot is simply a waste of wild mushrooms.

In Bian Lang's concept, the aroma and taste of each wild mushroom are different. If they are stewed randomly in the same pot, no one can tell what kind of mushroom taste is mixed in the end.

This simply cannot capture the essence of wild mushroom cuisine!

Before entering the door, Bian Lang asked in dialect: "Auntie, what kind of fungi are there today?"

"Seeing green hands, look at how fresh this is. Nuo, there are also green head mushrooms, matsutake mushrooms just sent by Diqing, black tiger paw, and ganba mushrooms from Yiliang..."

Listening to the aunt's narration, Bian Lang almost drooled.

He remembered that whenever the season for eating wild mushrooms came in his previous life, his mother would go to the market and buy a lot of wild mushrooms. After preparing them in various ways, she would save enough for the two of them to eat for a year.

Thinking of this, he walked into the store and started ordering: "Boss, a plate of stir-fried snails, peppers, and dried mushrooms, a plate of matsutake sashimi, pounded rice-cooked mushrooms, steamed meat cakes with green head mushrooms, and grilled chicken berries. Soup……"

The boss walked out of the kitchen with a smile, looked at Bian Lang up and down, and then gave a thumbs up and praised: "I don't meet many mushroom eaters like you in a year. Those hot pots are totally fake! "

Bian Lang also laughed and said: "There's nothing I can do, I'm just making a fuss over the pictures..."

Half an hour later, Lao Luo and the other three appeared, and there was nothing wrong with their expressions.

Seeing such an inconspicuous shop, Mother Dong felt a little emotional: "How many years have I been out, and the fried mushrooms that I want to eat are either dried and frozen or not very fresh. It is really a small shop like this that dares to fry the original taste of the mushrooms." Come on flavor!”

Hearing what she said, Bian Lang knew that he was betting on the right thing.

Dong Shuxian also smiled and said: "Bian Lang, you can't compete with me this time..."

Who would have thought that before he finished speaking, Bian Lang replied to him: "Teacher Dong, I really don't want to rob you. There are rules in the store. If you don't pay, the mushrooms won't be put into the pot." After speaking, he pointed. Sure enough, there was a notice posted on the service desk.

Dong Shuxian shook his head helplessly: "It's true! Lao Luo, I just said I would decide the place, and you still..."

"Deciding on a place? You've been away for so many years. Do you know where the delicious food is? You can't just take out your mobile phone to search. Who knows whether the ones recommended on the Internet are really delicious or..." These words directly shocked Dong Shuxian. I was speechless.

Not long after we sat down, the dishes were brought out one after another. Mother Dong looked at the table with all the colors, flavors and flavors, and couldn't help but sigh: "Bian Lang, you know how to eat mushrooms! Thank you..."

"You're welcome. I actually have something to ask Teacher Dong for help today. Let's eat first, and then we'll talk later."

This sentence aroused Dong Shuxian's heart. Of course he had seen what happened online, but he had his own judgment.

After all, in the days after the music festival, Bian Lang and his daughter were hanging around under his nose all day long. If there was really a problem, could he not tell?

He felt that the two of them were not even acquaintances, at most they were acquaintances!

Unless both of them are actors, and they are Oscar-winning queens.

But Dong's mother didn't think so. She felt that her daughter must have a crush on Bian Lang, otherwise Dong Youbian would have come out to refute the rumors with his temperament.

Therefore, before leaving, they thought of meeting Bian Lang in private, just for a chat, and to learn more about what kind of person Bian Lang was.

After all, Dong Youbian is not young anymore. Although people in this industry get married late, after all, this is a girl's family. If they really think Bian Langren is good, then they really don't mind fanning Dong Youbian.

But when Bian Lang came up and said something was wrong, Dong Shuxian felt: "Is this difficult?"

Dong's mother is a big-hearted person, so she wants to eat the delicious food first.During the dinner, I just chatted with Bian Lang about some things about his hometown in Dizhou, and didn't ask any questions.

It wasn't until he saw that he was almost done eating that Bian Lang said, "Teacher Dong, I have such a problem, I..."

After Bian Lang finished talking about the matter, Dong Shuxian realized that he had just overthought it.

But this was just a way to repay Bian Lang's favor, so he said, "Have you brought the score? Let me take a look first."

Hearing this, Bian Lang handed over the simplified music score he had made on his mobile phone in the half hour just now and said, "Teacher Dong, take a look first. The specific musical instrument score and the symphony part may need Teacher Dong's help to compile it." .”

Dong Shuxian took Bian Lang's cell phone, pulled it and looked down...

They are all experts. They can probably estimate the quality of the music by humming a few lines after seeing the score.

Dong Shuxian held up his cell phone, closed his eyes and hummed a few words, and then said, "Find a place after dinner. Can I try the violin first?"

Bian Lang naturally hopes for this: "It would be great if Teacher Dong is willing to help. I'll go to the rehearsal room of my studio after dinner."

Dong Shuxian also nodded and said: "Okay!" and then returned the phone to Bian Lang.

But just this time, he accidentally touched Bianlang's phone screen with his finger and flipped to another sheet of music.

He didn't see the details clearly, but he was sure that he read the three-character title "Miss Dong" correctly.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he had let go of the stone in his heart or not...

But this did not affect his future eating of mushrooms. As an uncle from Yunnan Province, eating mushrooms was a common occurrence when they were still in Yunnan Province. He has not had a few authentic bites of them since he has been away for more than ten years. He was greedy and ate more than others.

Especially for the popular Jian Shou Qing, Dong Shuxian destroyed half of the plate by himself.

Bian Lang was also a down-to-earth person. He said it was a fungus feast but he didn't order any other dishes. After the meal, Dong Shuxian and his wife were thoroughly satisfied.

On the way to the studio, Dong Shuxian was a little confused. Firstly, he was a little surprised by Bian Lang's symphony score.In his inherent concept, he always feels that music is not part of a large system. Even if it is strongly integrated, it will definitely feel somewhat fragmented.

But according to his professional judgment, if nothing unexpected happens, this piece cannot be compared with those classic symphonies in terms of musicality and artistry, but at least the premise that it sounds good is unquestionable.

So while he was looking forward to hearing the finished product, he also had a deeper understanding of Bian Lang's talent.

As for the second one, he didn't have time to see it clearly. It seemed to be a song written for his daughter.

<divclass="contentadv">He didn’t tell his wife or Lao Luo, so he started searching online when he got in the car. Of course, there was no information about the relevant song, so he became even more certain that the song was written for his family. My daughter's.

"Do you want to ask?" After thinking about it, Dong Shuxian felt relieved: "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Since these wonderful fates are here, why should I worry so much! If it really happens, as long as this boy dares to treat his daughter If it’s not good, I’ll fly over and hit him on the head!”

Anyway, after these days, he knew almost everything about Bian Lang without deliberately investigating. A monk who could escape would not be able to escape from the temple.

Seeing the unreasonable smile on her husband's face, Dong's mother asked: "Old Dong, have you thought of something happy? It will make you happy."

"Nothing, nothing. I just think Bian Lang wrote this song really well..."

When he arrived at the studio, Bian Lang asked Zhou Ketong to print out the score. Since Bian Lang didn't know how to write the violin score, the score he gave Dong Shuxian was actually a simplified score based on the keyboard arrangement.

After explaining the matter clearly to Dong Shuxian, he started to adjust the sound of a violin on the keyboard and played it for Dong Shuxian.

Not to mention Dong Shuxian, who majored in classical music, even Lao Luo, who majored in mud playing, felt like his spirits were rising as soon as he heard the passionate prelude.

"Bian Lang, you can do this. If you perform before the game, it will definitely be inspiring!"

Dong's mother also echoed: "Old Dong, you need to help me with some snacks."

Dong Shuxian is not in the mood to answer the two's questions now, he just wants to hear the finished product!

"Bian Lang, give me some time to get familiar with it. Didn't you say that electric guitars and drums should be added in the middle? You can also get the band members together and get familiar with them. We will play together later and listen to the effect. Then I will help It’s easier for you to talk to the band when you’re looking for it.”

"Okay, then Teacher Dong, you practice here, I'll go next door..."

Just after leaving the rehearsal room of the Rolling Stones, Bian Lang called Kaizi, Dayong and Huayan with just one phone call.After Kaizi and Huayan came to Spring City, they spent most of their time in Mid-Levels, the record store and the rehearsal room, so they came up with just one phone call.Dayong was not slow to hear the new song, he was more than 10 minutes later than Huang Kai and the others.

In the rehearsal room of the New Pants Band, Dayong looked at the score and asked with some confusion: "Why did you ask Kaizi to come here? You have already played a big string instrument, can you hear his bass?"

"Dayong, I used to think you were quite decent, but why are you so mean now?" Huang Kai countered.

Hua Yan thought this was too explosive: "Performed in front of tens of thousands of people, this song can't make people excited?"

"Stop being impatient and practice quickly. I'm going to meet Teacher Dong later..."

An hour later, in the rehearsal room of the Rolling Stones, Lao Luo and Dong's mother, as a group of audience members, heard the simplified version of the song premiered at Blue Mercury.

Although Bian Lang didn't sing any lyrics, the melody alone made the two of them excited.If his age allowed it, Lao Luo would have liked to dance like Bian Lang and the others.

The moment the music ended, Mother Dong, a university teacher who teaches history, had only one thought in her mind: "If this song had appeared hundreds of years ago, how could there be so many historical facts about foreign invasions in our vast Chinese history."

Dong Shuxian wiped the sweat from his forehead and said excitedly: "Bian Lang, what time is your performance? If I don't have class, I will fly over and go to the venue with you!"

As soon as these words came out, several people including Bian Lang were shocked.

Bian Lang had checked Dong Shuxian's information privately, and his resume was even better than Yuan Hao's.Not only is he a professor in the Orchestral Department of Xinghai Conservatory of Music, he is also the concertmaster of the Yangcheng Symphony Orchestra.Needless to say, he is a big name in China and has also held concerts abroad.

To be able to let such a big shot put aside the chain of contempt between music genres and take the initiative to join the band and perform rock music together, Bian Lang could only say: "Scorpion is awesome!"

Dong's mother was no less surprised than Bian Lang and the others. She knew Dong Shuxian's personality, temperament and music preferences very well after decades of married life.In the past, let alone rock songs, they were folk songs written by Dong Youbian himself. Every time he listened to it, he would give a high comment mixed with who knows how many points of family affection: "Not bad! Come on!"

But today, there is no need to talk about evaluation, I am going to follow the performance directly...

"Teacher Dong, what about the score of this symphony arrangement?" Bian Lang came back to his senses and immediately hit the snake and followed the stick.

"I'll do the string part. Please spare your time for the past two days. I've made an appointment with an acquaintance from the Provincial Symphony Orchestra to take you over to chat. The sound engineer has also communicated with you in advance. If everything goes well, it will take five days. The recording can be completed within a few days.”

Hearing this, Bianlang hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, Teacher Dong!"

"You don't need to be so polite. You are Lao Luo's student and Youbian's friend. This small favor is nothing. Come on, let's do it again." Dong Shuxian said this, but he was thinking in his heart: "Let Lao Luo do it later." Help me check the past affairs of Bianlang. It doesn’t look like he’s the type to mess around. This whole face actually doesn’t have a girlfriend... If there’s no particularly dark history, let him see it everywhere with Youbian first. It’s really good!”

Several people joined together again, and their cooperation was much better than the last time.

But this time after everyone stopped, Dong Shuxian didn't stop, and even resumed the passionate prelude.

Bian Lang, who was holding the guitar, smiled and said, "It seems that Teacher Dong really likes this piece of music!" Dong's mother also came over and said, "Yes, our old Dong hasn't been as interested in any piece of music as he is today for many years. Already..."

But after pulling it again and it didn't stop, everyone realized that something was wrong.

"Are you causing trouble by eating fungi?" Lao Luo was the first to react.Upon hearing this, Dong's mother rushed forward and asked, "Old Dong, what's wrong with you? Are you poisoned?"

Dong Shuxian didn't stop, and replied while playing the piano: "On my daughter's big day, I have to help her and Bian Lang congratulate her. Oh, by the way, it's time for Mendelssohn..."

Hearing this, Bian Lang didn't bother to touch the LOFT with his toes, and quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed 120.

Then he greeted: "Brother Kaizi, hurry up and get a full glass of sugar water from Lao Tan. Brother Yong is here to help stabilize the person."

Dayong and Bianlang hurried forward and snatched the violin.Just listen to Dong Shuxian still shouting: "Don't, I will fight whoever messes up my daughter's wedding!"

On the contrary, Dong's mother said with a calm face: "Don't panic, don't panic, we are all fine, that is, Old Dong took a few more bites and went to the hospital for an infusion and he will be fine. He has been poisoned before..."

Hearing this, only a children's song floated through Bian Lang's mind: "Red umbrella, white pole, let's lie down together on the board after eating... Lie on the board, buried in the mountains, relatives all come to eat..."

"When the mushroom season comes next year, let Qinqin sing this..."