Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

When taking a group photo after the performance, this time all the musicians and actors were called onto the stage. With the 9mm focal length, the entire grand occasion from the stage to the entire venue was captured in the frame.

Although no one asked Bian Lang to "work overtime", the shouts of "encore" still came as expected!

Facing these lovely fans, Bian Lang, who was the last one to say, "See you at the parade tomorrow morning!", helped to alleviate the fans' withdrawal reaction from the festival after the show.

Because of the festival, many local barbecue stalls run by Dai people were closed and stayed home to celebrate the festival. It is said that He Lei, the local tyrant, had to talk his mouth off before he booked an entire floor above the Grasshopper BBQ and brought the entire lineup of the music festival to celebrate.

But as soon as they got there, everyone was startled by the situation at the door.

There was an inflatable swimming pool filled with water in the yard of the barbecue restaurant. From time to time, people would bring ice cubes and throw them into the pool, while others would scoop water with small basins and splash it onto the back of people's necks, making them feel cold all over!

That's not all. What makes them feel most excited is that sometimes people form teams and pick up people and throw them into the inflatable swimming pool. Those who throw people in are very happy, and those who are thrown in are not angry. They get up and scream and turn around to fight back!

Moreover, at this time, gender advantage is a joke. Looking at many "shy" guys, their fighting power is no better than those Dai girls.

Of course, the ones who have the most fun are the tourists from other places.

Ding Ding, who was eager to try, even said: "It turns out that the ice bucket challenge is just something left over by our Dai people."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Dai compatriots who had been "fighting" before noticed this group of special guests.

When the proprietress Grasshopper saw He Lei, the leader, she came up with a small bucket dripping with water and poured it on him!

He Lei didn't dodge, but just turned sideways and handed the phone in his hand to Bian Lang who was beside him.

"Ah! Why are you so careless? Wait until we have a bite!"

The fierce lady boss had no intention of letting him go: "Mr. He, the song is so good but you didn't invite me to listen to it live. Are you afraid that I won't keep the table for you?"

Hearing this, He Lei could only helplessly say: "I asked my wife to tell you, do you remember what you said? Is it that the barbecue is not delicious or the wine is not good, you want to go to the concert..."

"You didn't say the song was so good. What song is "Dai Di" and the last one? You didn't see it. The guy in front was playing it on his cell phone!" The proprietress didn't care what she said before. She didn't hear it live anyway.

He Lei didn't want to dwell on this issue, and pointed to the empty seat upstairs and said, "The food is served. Du is eating. I'll come down and drink with you!"

"Hurry up and come up, I'll come up and drink with you!"

After a few hours of the music festival, the Dai compatriots who do not chase stars were brainwashed by "Dai Di" and "Sudden Self" from various short video platforms and live broadcasts on small broken stations, so on the way upstairs, all kinds of blessings came pouring in, but the target was all focused on Bian Lang!

Bian Lang was not annoyed. He accepted this special blessing and threatened: "What are you waiting for? I will eat the food and come down to fight you!"

Among all those affected, Hua Yan, the youngest northerner, was the most excited. He felt that the pleasure brought by the stimulation of ice and water was second only to performing on stage.

He stepped forward, pulled He Lei and asked, "Brother Lei, will it be a problem if we fight with them?"

He Lei took a half step back and said with a smile: "Brother, you can do it. If you are alone, I think it is better to..."

Hearing the meaning of He Lei's words, Hua Yan said to Bian Lang: "You guys eat first, don't wait for me..." Then, he found a small basin and went to fight alone.

When he moved, Liangzi, whose clothes were half dry after holding back all the way, followed him, followed by Dingding, Mumian and Strauss... and then the melee in the yard could not be stopped at all!

After everyone sat down upstairs, Bian Lang discovered that one and a half tables were missing, and the only female musician who came up was Su Kan!

"Eat, eat, don't wait for them! By the way, those who are participating in the parade tomorrow should drink less, so as not to delay the important work..."

After saying that, Bian Lang started to work on the plate of mustard-salted shrimps.

To be honest, for lovers of strong flavors, the local barbecue in Banna is definitely a delicacy that cannot be missed.

Whether it's the deadly little grilled skewers, various fried dishes, or various vegetarian grilled dishes eaten with lemon dip, they are all favorites of lovers of heavy flavors.

The commander couldn't eat spicy food, but seeing how Zhuanzi loved it, he couldn't help but take a bite of the carrot strips in the mustard salad. The aroma of the chili pepper, the sweet aftertaste of the lemon acid, and the spiciness of the mustard almost set his taste buds on fire.

A surge of pleasure rushed straight to the top of his head, making his nose run and tears come out.

“Cough! This… cough cough cough… ah!”

Luo Lin handed over a bottle of iced Xibiqi and said, "Drink something slowly..." After saying that, he also handed over a tissue.

After adjusting for about a minute, the commander with red eyes slowly said: "I was choked, but it still feels good."

Luo Lin, who had already adapted to the taste, also said, "Well, eat slowly. I think it will be hard to replicate this taste once I leave this place!"

"Yeah, but I guess this store has been posted a lot by those lightning avoiders."

When the sucking rafters said this, Luo Lin sneered: "It's their freedom to say whatever they want, but I don't think there's anything to be afraid of when it comes to taste. Coming here to experience some local specialties that you can't normally eat, isn't that the purpose of traveling? If you come here and you still buy dumplings by the pound and eat mutton hot pot, what's the point of coming here? Don't you agree, Commander?"

Luo Lin not only said this, but also gently nudged the commander. The commander choked on the raw shrimp just as it entered his mouth: "Cough cough cough..."

At this moment, everyone at the table looked at him and laughed.

After a while, Zhang Ting came over with some wine. This table was full of old-timers, so the topic they talked about was naturally full of old sourness: "Zhang Ting, think about it, it's been a while since everyone has been able to sit together like this to eat, drink and chat after a performance at a music festival?"

Just as Yuanzi finished his words, Ding Tong interrupted, "That's right. In the past few years, we didn't even have the opportunity to get together to perform, let alone go out of town to eat and drink. We still have to thank the Rolling Stones and Bian Lang. If anyone else talks about pop rock online this time, don't pretend you don't hear it!"

According to the rock contempt chain, pop rock is undoubtedly the least popular among people in the circle, but when Bian Lang wrote these, the old-timers in the circle could not find any fault with the melody.

Good is good, especially the keyboard players, they really like and praise the style that Bian Lang showed in "Sudden Self".

The commander looked at Ding Tong and said with a smile: "You not only underestimated the fans' appreciation ability, but also overestimated the influence of us old guys. I personally think that as long as the fans are not stupid, anyone who jumps out to oppose will be sprayed with spit!"

"Indeed, if it was during the heyday of Chinese rock, this might have been a reason to be 'scorned', but Bian Lang is now carrying the banner..."

Bian Lang's table was right next to theirs, but his seat was a bit far away. However, he was concentrating on eating his food, so he still heard a few words intermittently.

Thinking of the rock circle on the original Earth, Bian Lang deeply agreed with the Commander's opinion.

If most people in the circle could have seen further ahead when it came to Leather Pants' solo career, Painful Faith's opening of a smurf account, and Lao Cui's boycott of lip-synching, they would not have allowed Chinese rock to decline so drastically.

"But then again, I really don't understand one thing: why did our songwriting standards start to decline so badly after that period?"

As soon as Zhang Ting said this, Bian Lang stood up and walked over with the dried rice.

Although he knew that the final reason could only be described by the four words "exhaustion of inspiration", Bian Lang really wanted to hear how these people judged themselves.

The same seems to be true for the original Earth. Whether it is rock, pop, or folk, the quality and quantity of the works began to decline sharply after the most glorious years.

So much so that on his original Earth before he traveled through time, some new singers had already been crowned "gods" in the music world and were famous beyond the Milky Way, but when asked about their representative works, they could not come up with anything that was absolutely convincing.

"What else could it be? There's no pressure and no motivation. Think about when we were at our peak, a record sold hundreds of thousands of copies. How could it not be possible? At the age of 20, with money and fame, who would want to stay in silence? Fortunately, Bian Lang is a late bloomer. If he had become so popular when he first started, I think I would have been ruined..."

Bian Lang was standing behind the commander, but the commander spoke too quickly. Luo Lin, who was about to remind him, could only wait until he finished speaking before helping him find a way out: "That's different. If Bian Lang was put there when we were there, I think he would have been able to lead everyone and have been here until now..."

Bian Lang put down the chopsticks in his hand and acted quite nonchalant: "I think what the commander said makes sense. Let alone when I first started playing, even if it was three or five years earlier, I would definitely be crazy!"

The commander did not feel embarrassed and continued, "We worked really hard to write the album at that time. Do you remember that it took us three months to finish the first album? At that time, we ate, drank, defecated and urinated all at the same time. It felt like squatting in a toilet. But the satisfaction after finishing an album will never be felt again!"

"Yes, now everyone says that Bian Lang writes fast. In fact, if it were back then, this speed was not too outrageous. It's just that the speed of publishing one song a year and one every three to five years is too exaggerated!" Zhang Ting also said with the same feeling.

Hearing this, Bian Lang recalled a very special memory from the original Earth. He had not experienced it, but he had heard some people in the circle exaggerate it...

The reason was that Magic Stone was the largest and least profitable foreign record company in mainland China at that time. To put it bluntly, it was making profits at a loss.

One time, Zhang Peiren invited a band to meet him in the cafe of Wangfu Hotel, which surprised him!

Several young men came up to salute while chewing gum, and a group of middle-aged women and young wives gestured with fashion items. It seemed that all the relatives within the fifth degree of mourning had come, and they bought everything that caught their eyes in the hotel business center!

Later, the saleswoman got anxious and said, "You want to buy something from me too? Did you travel back in time from primitive society?"

The musicians held foreign cigarettes in their mouths: "Old Zhang, be generous! Let's go, eat and talk. No need to bother, just the pot."

Don't say that having a band is righteousness. Without family, they all said no need to eat hot pot, just order two dishes. Zhang Peiren's eyes filled with tears, and he chose a decent restaurant. Then, the brothers ordered the most expensive dishes, and even two copies: "My family is hungry."

Nothing is difficult in the world as long as you are willing to spend money.

At that time, Moyan had to spend millions of dollars to produce a record with a budget of hundreds of thousands. So Zhang Peiren looked for producers everywhere, but when they heard about it, they grabbed their wallets and ran away.

Finally, he found Jia Minshu, who was still unknown at the time and also worked at Rolling Stone. After finishing "China Fire I", Jia Minshu's hair was half white.

Old Zhang, whose beard was trembling, held the album in his hand, and heard a sentence in his ears: "Only when the iron is hot can you succeed... Why not strike Ding Wu and the others while the iron is hot?"

Before Jia Minshu met Tang Chao, he had heard the demos sent to him. There were only a few incomplete songs. The people at the Rolling Stone laughed: "There are no lyrics, and you're still singing nonsense!"

Jia Minshu picked up the demo from the trash can and was shocked. Later, he called Ding Wu's voice "Dingyu". In fact, there is a joke about this "Dingyu". At that time, Ding Wu sang English songs but did not know English, so the voice he hummed along was called "Dingyu".

Later, Jia Minshu fell in love with the band Tang Dynasty at first sight, feeling the surging power and common feelings. He gave all his guitars to Tang Dynasty and never played them again. The first underground band and the first generation of rock guitarists on the island in 1983 could never have imagined that this move would make him famous, and he later became the producer of Zhou Huajian, Karen Mok, Wu Bai, Mayday, Sandy Lam, etc.

Jia Minshu gritted his teeth and pulled Tang Chao into the recording studio, locked the door, and ate, drank, defecated and urinated inside. The food was delivered through a small window.

He threatened: "Write your wills! If you can't finish it in two months, I will no longer deliver food at the window, but burn incense instead!"

There is motivation only when there is pressure. Tang Chao’s first album was not produced, but was created with the blood of this group of “crazy fools”.

The lyrics and arrangements of the album were meticulously crafted, forged and polished over and over again.

For example, the original name of "Flying Bird" was "Altitude of 20,000 Meters", and the prototype of "The Sun" was "Pink Mist".

The song title was changed, with less direct concreteness and more romantic nothingness, reflecting the life and spirit of these living fossils of Chinese rock back then: "We don't sell suffering or misery, we are noble and romantic knights."

45 days later, a group of disheveled and sharp-looking guys rushed out, jumping and shouting.

Zhang Peiren was squatting at the door eating noodles with soybean sauce. He jumped up with tears and snot, and hugged everyone tightly. Everyone's face was covered with soybean sauce.

Jia Minshu's hair turned completely grey, and he looked like director Xu. From then on, he presented himself in this image.

Looking at this group of veterans in front of us, although in the past few years, for various reasons, they have given Chinese rock a boost while also taking a turn or two.

But at that time, Bian Lang believed that they must be just like Jia Minshu, Ding Wu and others, who used all they had to lay the foundation for Chinese rock!

Now, Bian Lang doesn’t know how many people still have this spirit, but he is willing to build a few more layers based on the cornerstones they left behind so that future generations can stand taller and more confidently.