Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 158 The era of fluttering white clothes (please subscribe and vote monthly)
When I heard this song for the first time, I didn’t have much sense of empathy because I didn’t go to college. I didn’t have much memory of the surge of thoughts in the 80s because I was young.

But later at the venue of Our Folk Song 2022, when he listened and saw this song again, he felt a lot.

Ye Bei, who was barefoot, sang and danced softly on the stage, as if what she sang was not a song, but the body's feelings about the world. Especially the bel canto line "At this intersection where the night is as cold as water..." made everyone in the audience laugh. Lang couldn't help but have goosebumps all over the floor.

Brother Lang, who was sitting behind Bianlang, saw him turn around and leaned over to him and said, "If it's loose... forget it..."

After returning home, Bian Lang deliberately checked the information of this song and found that the production team and concept of this song are really the opposite of the three words of short, big and tight.

The song is one of three suites written by Gao Dajin after he learned of the death of the poet Gu Cheng.

Bian Lang still remembers a section of the author's description that has been deleted: "It seems that every outstanding person should not die an ordinary death, especially when he is the end of an era. There is no talk of commemoration, find an opportunity to express your feelings That’s it. I can’t describe the exact look of that era. I only remember the poetry books in those schoolbags, the poetry club on campus, and the bookmarks filled with poems collected by girls.

Writing a poem at that time received more letters than singing a popular song now. It was an era when white clothes beat the snow, and the surroundings were full of talent, charm, toughness and warmth.The dead are happy, but we will continue to sit in this hopelessly funny world, writing copy for a record we depend on for a living in the dark, and trying to tell it to you. "

At that time, he felt that talent must be exchanged for something. Some sacrificed their lives, like Haizi; some sacrificed all their fame and opportunities to be born again, such as the song writer.

Let’s talk about the production team, every one of them is a figure who has left a mark in the Chinese music scene on Earth.

The lyrics and music are written by Xiao Dajin himself, the arranger and keyboard are by Xiao Ke, known as "Li Zongsheng" in mainland China, and the guitar is played by the captain, who is now Xu Wei's official guitarist.

Bassist Wang Xiaodong was the bassist at Lingdian, and was later hired by The Voice to be the bassist for the live band.

The drummer is Zhao Muyang, the king of drums in the northwest, from No. 43 Baojia Street. Bian Lang even studied under him when he practiced drums.

Speaking of Zhao Muyang, Bian Lang remembered that the two met at a certain Snow Mountain Music Festival. It was the second stop of his wandering to Yunnan Province. Together with his old buddy Wang Lei from Baojia Street, after performing at AK , preparing to sneak off to the stage to have some fun, the two teams finally started fighting.

The one who went to break up the fight seemed to be Qiang Qiang, and was punched in the face.

Later, Brother Muyang played a good song, and his big drum almost tipped Liu Huan's hat off!

The strings are the principals of each BJ orchestra, and the backing vocals are Xiao Ke, Pu Shu, Yin Wu, Yu Dong, and Wu Hongyuan.Pu Shu, why didn't I talk about my grades later? Bian Lang remembered Ye Pei and his "brainless and unhappy" pair.

After singing this time, his idea was to encourage Dong You to copy this classic.

After the principal's speech, the host called the curtain and let the poet Mayuan come on.

This time Bian Lang didn't follow. It was Jin Ma who found a friend from behind the guitar club to help him play the lead vocals, and Huang Kai was hired for the bass.

The Golden Horse was still a little timid on the field, but in my own school, even though I faced nearly 2000 people, my performance was much better than that day at Mid-Levels.

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was still a gasp that could be heard by the entire audience.

But when it came to the chorus, the principal said cheerfully to Duan Yuntao next to him: "This song is well chosen! It kind of means that our Dian Arts representative in Spring City welcomes new students!"

Lao Luo, who had the same feeling as him, smiled and said to Dong Youbian: "Youbian, this song was probably written by Bian Lang too. I think you should come back to Chuncheng. There are many people and cars in BJ, so Bian Lang is I have been a student of the university for several years..."

Dong You unconsciously stirred the ponytail with one hand, and was thinking in his heart: "If you want to fight for freedom, what kind of success will you embark on? This word is really touching. Bian Lang sometimes writes lyrics that are like pretending to you. It’s like having a pacemaker, it’s usually useless, but the moment I save my life, I feel like I can’t live without it!”

She is free now and has achieved the kind of success she wants. But when she wants to take a break, will there be someone by her side who will tell her: "I have never looked down on you, and I allow you to be weak." …”

When the freshmen from other provinces heard this and compared the climate of Chuncheng with that of their hometown, they immediately felt the kindness shown to them by Chuncheng and Dianyi.The loneliness and discomfort of being far away from home, the fear and worry of facing a new environment, were all eliminated without a trace at this moment with the warm current flowing from my heart.

"Who are you trying to save... Wuwu... Mayuan Shang fourth floor... Wuwu... cut off behind..."

Dian Yi lives in Ma Yuan and is nicknamed Ma Da. With these last few words, all the Ma teachers and students present unconsciously put smiles on their lips.

The principal thought that if the name of the song was not Chuncheng, he said to Bian Lang: "This song should be used as the school song!"

And Dong Youbian, who thought that his home was on the fourth floor of the teacher's dormitory, was a little confused at the moment: "Who are you trying to retain...for whom... on the fourth floor of Mayuanshang...is Bian Lang targeting me again?"

When everything was over, applause and cheers continued. Jinma, who had been raining on the stage, did not forget to take the curtain call this time, but his timid expression really made people laugh.It’s still the kind of sincere smile that feels like it comes from the heart.

After Duan Yuntao listened to this song, or to be precise, he felt like he was in a state of enlightenment after listening to Jinma's performance.

He really couldn't remember which department of their conservatory Jin Ma was a student in, but he asked himself that with Jin Ma's background, even if he was trained for 10 years, he would not be able to produce this kind of live effect.

Now he finally understands that teaching students in accordance with their aptitude also has a prerequisite. The prerequisite is that as a leader, you must have enough ink in your belly to be able to deal with the emergence of all kinds of geeks.And only with Bian Lang's vision and enough ink in his belly, can Jin Ma's disgusting timbre be used in the right way.

The key is the compatibility between the lyrics and music and Jin Ma's whole person, allowing Duan Yuntao to see beyond the music itself, the power of sincerity hidden deep in Jin Ma's heart that he had never discovered before!
With this opening, and the finale, the less amazing programs in the middle also made people feel that Dianyi's New Year's Eve Party was of a very high standard, worthy of being one of the six comprehensive art colleges in China.

Many foreign students who watched the live broadcast complained on the barrage:
"This is my school's welcome party!"

"We are in Spring City, so how can we hold a welcome party without inviting Mayuan poets?" "Our school's own talents can complete such a high-quality party, so I decided to try to get a graduate degree and have a look, here I come to the University of Massachusetts!" "

"There will be waves in a while, and Dianyi is going to take off this time!"

Manyi's classmate was standing next to the school ball, watching everyone watching the ball pick up their mobile phones to watch the live broadcast. They stopped cheering for the seniors on the field, so they curiously walked over and took a look: "Yes. What’s so beautiful?”

"Dian Yi's New Year's Eve Party, what kind of a New Year's Party is this? I think some local stations' cultural evenings are not as good as theirs. I really regret it. I would have gone to Dian Yi if I had known about it. I could have attended even if I couldn't get in. The big screen in the stadium.”

Although she felt a little sour, she still said proudly: "What's the matter? My friends at Dianyi gave me tickets to go, but I didn't even go."

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When the time reached 9 o'clock, Bian Lang got up and went backstage to prepare for the performance after being reminded by the student union staff.

He was two rows away from Dong You. As soon as he stood up, she put on a pure white long-sleeved shirt over her haze blue body. Her neat and neat hair made it impossible for her to compete with the rock singer with long hair at the music festival. Connected together.

Bian Lang's age-reduction dress was deliberately matched to match the artistic conception of the song. If you don't look carefully at the age on his face, he really looks like a college boy.

Looking at his haze blue shorts and white shoes when he raised his feet, Dong Youbian unconsciously looked at his temporary outfit today, and a hint of red cloud began to emerge from under the BB cream.

Thinking about the chorus invitation that Bianlang sent to her a few days ago, Dong Youbian felt a little happy and a little disappointed.

The reason for her refusal was also very practical. She hadn't fully understood the song yet. She had been away from campus for too long, and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to sing the feeling.So in the past few days, she took Dian Yi around the campus with Chen Xuan to watch the boys play, eat in the expensive and unpalatable canteen, and then complain with the students, just to get back the kind of feeling she had on campus. a feeling of.

What he didn't understand very much was that Bian Lang had been away from campus longer than him. How could he write such a song at such a time?

After thinking about it, she felt that it should be a memory, it should be a memory of the innocent life on campus after experiencing the severe beatings from society...

Looking back at the stands, a piano has been pushed out. The female student in front of the piano is wearing a white dress, and her long black hair is tied straight down her back with a blue hairpin, which attracts endless imagination.The harmonies of the six men and six women in the back are all in white clothes and white skirts, which immediately brings the current students back to an era that only existed in TV dramas.

And people who have experienced that period of time have opened up the dust called years that covered that youthful memory.

Bian Lang, who was sitting on a high stool, flicked the acoustic guitar in his arms, and the silver-plated strings played clear and clean chords through the maple box.

Bian Lang leaned closer to the microphone and said softly: ""The Age of Floating White Clothes", here's to our beautiful campus time..."

When the sound of the A chord on the 4th string and 2nd fret once again stirred up the invisible pulse in the air, the sound of the piano also flowed out.

At this moment, a pair of men and women in white clothes and skirts on the left and right sides of the backstage entered the scene swaying in a brisk dance, and behind Bian Lang began to perform a break-up and break-up modern dance.

This scene made everyone who had never seen the rehearsal couldn't help but exclaim: "It's so beautiful!"

Even those who have watched the rehearsal are impressed by the final presentation...

The dean of the dance academy looked back at Lao Luo with a smile, with a bit of showoff in his eyes.

Lao Luo ignored him directly. The dean of the music school on the other side added to Lao Luo: "Your student is helping Lao Luo's students dance."

The dean of the dance academy was stunned and said with a smile: "They are all good students of Dian Yi!"

When netizens saw this scene, the barrage became sour again:
"Look, this art school's welcome party is not at this level for our school anniversary."

"Haha, school anniversary! We can see the school anniversary in the year of the monkey."

"Has Bian Lang changed from a big bad wolf to a little puppy?"

"Haha, even a little puppy is not something you can covet..."

"It's not enough that Bian Lang has bloodbathed the rock music scene. Are we going to start rectifying the folk music scene now?"

After the 8-bar prelude, Bian Lang's clean head voice slowly came out: "When the autumn wind stops at the tips of your hair, on the shoulders of the red sunset, you watch the clear pulse of the leaves, and she falls gracefully, You listened silently to the camel bell, like an ancient letter. You turned around and locked the door, and no one asked you..."

When Dong Youbian first read this poem, he felt that these words should not only be defined as lyrics, but also a rare modern poem when taken alone.

The principal of Dian Yi graduated from the Department of Literature when he was in college. Now that he hears these ridiculous lyrics, he only hates that Dian Yi does not have a Department of Literature. Otherwise, based on this paragraph alone, he would dare to give Bianlang a direct review after he finished it. Associate professor.

Lao Luo rubbed his eyes, looked at Dong You who was in a daze, and said for no reason: "If he had gone to the Conservatory of Music at that time, would he have become famous like you earlier?"

Combining his own experience and Bianlang's sudden outburst after turning 30, Dong Youbian affirmed: "No, if his life before was so smooth, how could he have the inspiration to write these songs?"

(End of this chapter)