Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 159 Lead singer: Sculpture Department, Bian Lang! (Please subscribe, please vote)

The listeners are thinking and communicating, but the singing wave has not stopped: "There are babies crying every night to keep company for the unknown past life, and the flowers that have faded early bloom under the soil, waiting for the gentle rain. Sprinkle all over the sky... Every time you look up your panicked face, you can see the clouds rising and falling. Winter can't wait for spring, spring can't wait for autumn, and you can't wait for white hair..."

Bian Lang's voice seems to be telling with the flow of piano sounds, or whispering with the vibration of silver-plated strings.

At this moment, he put down the acoustic guitar in his hand, jumped off the high stool, stood up straight, and opened his chest. The moment he shook his head, the human voice drowned out the remaining piano accompaniment: "Let's go and shake it." Head, at this intersection where the night is as cold as water, the young man who sang is no longer in the wind, but you are still missing..."

The appearance of this lyric made everyone in the experimental theater have their hearts in their throats.

If the previous part was filled with emotional balloons bit by bit with imaginary images, then the current realistic image is the last breath before blowing up the balloon.

Immediately afterwards, the six harmonious voices behind him and Bian Lang's extremely rich chest voice sang in unison:
"That era of fluttering white clothes... that era of fluttering white clothes... that era of fluttering white clothes... alas... that era of fluttering white clothes..."

The music and singing stopped suddenly, and the emotional balloons in everyone's hearts exploded instantly!

"That era of fluttering white clothes!" These simple eight words have different interpretations and interpretations in everyone's mind.

The new students' understanding of this is a new picture of life that is about to unfold. The picture is full of longing and imagination for a beautiful and innocent campus life.

Students who are already involved in it are reflecting: "Why is there no fluttering white clothes in my campus life?"

As for the part about to leave the campus, I feel more nostalgic, maybe regretful and disappointed, sighing like the phrase "Alas", sighing that this time has gone so fast, and I haven't had time to see the clouds clearly. As the clouds fall and change, I feel the helplessness that winter can’t wait for spring, but can’t wait for autumn.

As for those faculty and staff who came from the 80s, it is about reminiscing and remembering. The beautiful lyrics fully embody the word "saucy".It is like a mourning song for the times, commemorating the poetic era that respected intellectuals...

After a one-second pause, Bian Lang's piano and singing resumed. It was still the same main song, but when he listened to it again, the listener's mood and understanding changed.

This writing technique of pretending to be a woman and pouring all the emotions into a woman is also one of the techniques of ancient poetry. With the unique affectation of educated people, the originally simple picture is written into a picture that will make you jaw-dropping. feel.

The principal, who has not written a serious literary work for many years, decided to regain his original intention of literature starting from today with the interpretation of this song.

Dong Youbian began to regret at this moment. She regretted rejecting Bian Lang's invitation to sing a duet.

Putting aside the emotions that she still can't grasp, just speaking of the presentation of the sound, no matter how good the sound equipment is at the Rolling Stones Music Festival, she can find the best harmonies.After all, the outdoor effect is not as good as that of the experimental theater. This Martin Audio TORUS constant curvature sound reinforcement system can bring the ultimate vocal experience to the audience.

Even now, she could only feel Bian Lang's words: "That era of fluttering white clothes... ahem..." as if they were still lingering in her ears.

Coupled with the passionate performance of the pair of dancers behind Bian Lang, the quality of the entire stage was elevated to an artistic level. She felt that this performance was more than just a song, and it would eventually become an important part of the history of folk songs. An indelible monument.

And standing there, no matter how many years it is eroded by the wind and sand of the years, it will still be strong.

As a folk musician, she also wants to be one of the founders of this monument, instead of just being a witness in the audience like she is now.

When he came back to his senses, Bian Lang had already put down his acoustic guitar again, took off the microphone from the microphone stand, raised his head and expressed his emotions in his rich chest voice: "Let's go and shake our head, in this night, it's as cold as water." intersection……"

The sudden rise of the chest voice with reverberation hovered over the experimental theater, breaking through the last line of defense in everyone's heart.

"The young man who sang is no longer in the wind. I am still missing you..."

Looking at the quasi-middle-aged man singing on the stage, Dong You thought that he might have once been a young man who sang in the wind, and he was as high-spirited as Bian Lang on the stage at this moment. But now the young man has disappeared and cannot be found. , can only miss...

This was not just her thoughts, everyone present missed the young man in their hearts.

The boy may not be standing in the wind singing, maybe crying in the rain, or running in the sunshine, but these are the unique young people in their hearts, the one they can never find again, but still miss. juvenile!

Lao Luo wiped away his few turbid tears and watched Bian Lang on the stage singing the last verse with the harmony behind him: "That era of fluttering white clothes... that era of fluttering white clothes... that era The era of fluttering white clothes... That era of fluttering white clothes... That era of fluttering white clothes... That era of fluttering white clothes... That era of fluttering white clothes... Alas... That era of fluttering white clothes... …”

In the final finale, Bian Lang deliberately lowered his voice, disappearing into the air of the experimental theater at the same time as the sound of the piano.

Everyone seemed to have made an appointment, there was no applause or cheers, only the sounds of breathing and sobbing seemed to be composing a unique ending to the song.

Looking at Bian Lang on the stage, who was still emotionally overwhelmed, everyone thought it was the power of memory that supported him in creating and performing this piece of music.

Little did he know that what Bian Lang brought in was the power of longing, his longing for the university campus, and his longing for that era of youth, vigor, literature, simplicity, and idealism...with fluttering white clothes.Dong You looked up at the ceiling of the experimental theater, unwilling to let tears overflow from his eyes, not because he was afraid of ruining the useless makeup on his face, but because he didn't want Bian Lang on the stage to see that she was a little bit awkward now. Embarrassed look.

She felt that the man in fluttering white clothes on the stage might, after seeing her unsatisfactory look, laugh in his heart: "Look at the demo, you won't agree to sing a duet with me!"

Bian Lang did indeed see Dong Youbian while scanning the audience, but what caught his special attention was that Dong Youbian was wearing the same white clothes as himself.

This needless tacit understanding, Bian Lang felt, whether it was an unintentional coincidence or a deliberate necessity, was enough to give him the urge to take a step forward.

Looking sideways at the female host who was applying make-up, Bian Lang took two steps back with the microphone, gathered together the people in fluttering white clothes, including two dancers, and then began to introduce: "Piano accompaniment, Dian Yi piano performance Professional Deng Mingge..."

It was only then that the long-deserved applause burst like a silver bottle.

"Harmony, vocal music department She Xiaoxia..."

"Backing dancers, modern dance majors, Hu Jingshu, Liu Ye."

Every time Bian Lang called out a name, there was a wave of applause.

Especially when their college or major is selected, the students in it all have excited smiles on their faces.

At this moment, the male host who came out first to control the scene walked up to Bian Lang and "questioned" in a joking tone: "Senior Bian Lang, you seem to have forgotten to introduce someone!"

Bian Lang was stunned by this question: "Who is it?" He reacted for a moment and then asked to the backstage: "Teacher, I'm sorry!"

The whole audience burst into laughter, but the host shook his head and said, "No!"

At this moment, someone in the audience had already thought of the answer and began to explain it to the people around him.

When the host saw that the initial stage of the audience was almost over, he continued: "Senior, you forgot to introduce yourself!"

Then he pointed the microphone at the audience, and saw Lao Luo standing up excitedly and shouting with the whole audience: "Singer, Dianyi Environmental Art College, Department of Sculpture, Bianlang!"

This incident made Bian Lang unable to restrain himself. He thought to himself, "Give me this opportunity. This is going to..."

He didn't turn his head or look up. He just let the tears slide down his cheeks. He held the microphone and said with a choked but sonorous voice: "Thank you!"

At this moment, Bian Lang felt that all his longings and fantasies about the university campus in his two lifetimes were fulfilled at this moment.

Zhou Ketong, who had just left school not long ago and now returned to school as the assistant of the New Pants Band, was bursting into tears.

Although few people present know her current identity, if someone asks about her in the future, she will definitely straighten her chest and say: "This is my first formal job after graduation, and it is also a job that I want to keep doing. Just be an assistant to Senior Bian!"

Huang Jie handed her a tissue and didn't say anything to comfort her.She took out her mobile phone and sent a message to her mother: "Mom, you are really amazing for finding me such a thick thigh at school!"

Huang Wei, who was watching the live broadcast, replied to her immediately: "I have booked a ticket for tomorrow to fly to Spring City to record an album!" Huang Wei was stunned when she saw it: "Am I my biological child?"

Man Yi was lamenting that she was lucky enough to attend the welcome party today, and she decided to join Bian Lang and Lao Mo's comic studio with Huang Jie.At this time, her phone vibrated. She clicked on it and saw that it was a WeChat message from a classmate who invited her to watch a football match.

Click on the profile picture and see that it is a voice message.It was not convenient for her to listen now, so she clicked on the text and started reading.

"Hey Manyi, why didn't you tell Bianlang that he was going to sing a folk song? Send me a photo of the scene."

Manyi didn't reply. After locking the screen, he hummed in his heart: "I didn't invite you to come with me..."

At this time, various sad comments began to explode in the comment area on the Internet:
“I feel like this song will also be remembered in a future movie!!!”

"I think I should have been born decades earlier and lived in an era where white clothes were fluttering."

"Do you still remember that drizzly night in Xi Mangmang not long ago? As well as Bian Lang's "Cold Rainy Night" and the half-filled bottle of Xibiqi beer."

(End of this chapter)