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Chapter 166 Fade To Black (Please subscribe, please vote)

A group of people were not particular about eating, so Zhou Ketong divided them into two tables according to their eating habits.Those who want something more serious will eat spicy and sour fish, while those who want something light will order fish in clear soup as the main dish.

Bian Lang, who smelled the fragrance of the milk fan, slipped directly into the kitchen, chatted with the chef in dialect for a while, and successfully ate a piece of fresh raw milk fan. After making sure it was absolutely fresh, he gave it to those who like dairy products. Dong You ordered a fried milk fan and pan-fried milk pancake.

Dong You, who was passing by the kitchen door, saw the residue of the milk fan on his mouth and said a little disgustedly: "You are a cat."

Bian Lang said disapprovingly: "The milk fan tastes better when it's raw. Why don't you try it?"

Although Dong Youbian grew up in Chuncheng and loves to eat milk fans, she always eats them fried or baked, and she has never tried raw ones.

She learned that Bian Lang was a big foodie, and felt that his recommendation should be right, so she followed Bian Lang into the kitchen to eat some secretly, and then said with a look of disgust: "You can eat it even if it's so fishy, ​​it's really worthy of it." If you are a cat, you are still a sneaky cat!"

"Ah, who am I stealing from?"

Hearing this, Dong Youbian blushed, lowered his head and walked away.

The meal was eaten quickly, and the people in their 20s finished the battle in less than 40 minutes and were back on the road.

We originally expected to arrive at Lugu Lake at 7 o'clock at most, but as soon as we got off the expressway and onto the Ning-Lu Highway, there was a traffic jam. It was not until [-] o'clock in the evening that a exhausted group of people arrived at the music festival.

The scene is near Luowa of Lugu Lake, right at the junction of Sichuan and Yunnan, so the two provinces have nothing to argue about.

As soon as he got off the car, Bian Lang, who was still wearing short-sleeved shirts, felt a little cold. When he got back to the car, he put on his coat and put a shawl on Dong Youbian before getting off.

Xiao Qin showed up at a jog 5 minutes later. After he was out of breath, he said, "Teacher Bian, I'm really sorry. We didn't expect that the road conditions would be like this today. We are tired."

"It's okay. No one can predict what happens on the road. What's the situation now?"

"Except for the group that arrived yesterday, everyone who came today has been affected, so we can't rehearse in the order of appearances as originally planned. Now the first band has just come on, and the new pants are big anyway. The axis is at the end, I will arrange for someone to take you to a B&B to check in, and then have dinner..."

Bian Lang nodded, and then said to Zhou Ketong: "You can take everyone there first, I won't go, just grab a lunch here and watch the performances of other bands."

Zhou Ketong naturally knew Bian Lang's intention, and after agreeing, he called everyone back to the car.

Xiao Qin said with some embarrassment: "Teacher Bian, this is not appropriate. You have been struggling all the way and don't go to rest first. We feel very sorry for you."

"My current status is the same as yours. I am an artist. The lineup of the Rolling Stones Music Festival is not complete yet. Let's see if there is anything suitable for me this time. The venue will be too chaotic tomorrow, so I probably won't have time to chat. Today I just want to watch the rehearsal and learn more about it, and learn from you."

After hearing this, Xiao Qin remembered that November is the Rolling Stones Music Festival.

"Oh, Teacher Bian, with your current popularity, what else do you need to learn from me? You didn't ask for the bands that came this time. Who would refuse as long as there are schedules? In this case, I won't be polite to you. Now, you go to the stage first, and I’ll find you something to eat..."

After speaking, Xiao Qin asked a staff member to lead the way and trotted off to find food for Bian Lang.

As soon as he left, Dong Youbian's voice came over: "Bian Lang, wait for me, I'll be with you."

"Why are you here to join in the fun? Go to the inn to rest and eat." Bian Lang's tone was a bit strong, which gave people a somewhat unquestionable feeling.

Dong Youbian was also very stubborn. He walked directly in front of Bianlang and said, "I ate too much at noon and slept in the car all afternoon. I am feeling energetic now."

"Okay, you follow the staff there first, and I'll get you something warm." After saying that, Bian Lang trotted in the direction Xiao Qin left and followed him.

When he came back, he was holding some coffee and a piece of muffin that he got from nowhere. After handing them to Dong Youbian, he took the instant noodles from Xiao Qin's hand and started eating them.

Dong Youbian himself didn't pay much attention to these things, but Bian Lang deliberately made her special in front of so many people, which made her feel warm and embarrassed at the same time.After giving Bian Lang a slap in the face, she took a sip of coffee, which was her favorite latte... Under the cover of the night, red clouds climbed up her cheeks unscrupulously.

What is being tuned on the stage now is a four-member young band. Listening to it, Bian Lang feels that the drums, bass, guitar and keyboards are playing with no one else: "Is this a band from Sichuan Province? "

"Well, I thought it was good when I went to listen to the scene, but I don't know what happened today. Maybe I was tired from the road and a little emotional, so..."

After listening to it for a while, it was still the same, so Bian Lang buried his head and continued to destroy his instant noodles.

Not long after, I heard a quarrel on the stage. It was probably the guitarist complaining about the drummer's unstable rhythm. The drummer just put down his pick, threw the drumsticks away, and said: "If you have the ability, do it yourself, and then leave."

The guitarist was still cursing on the stage: "Why are you so awesome? Do you think you are Chen Shaoyong?"

Hearing this, the drummer's anger level soared, and he rushed back and angrily said: "Then you are not a bianlang at all!"

Bian Lang raised his head and spit out the instant noodles in a mouthful: "Ahem! Water...water! I'm choking..."

After Dong You handed him some water to drink and patted his back to smoothen his breath, Bian Lang laughed and cursed, "You're just following the same thing."

Xiao Qin suppressed his laughter, took off the walkie-talkie from his waist and said: "Lao Che, whoever is in charge of you, if you are not in a good mood, just go to the back. The teacher is listening in the audience."

I just heard an "ah" sound coming from the intercom, and then nothing more.

Two minutes later, a short-haired man returned to the stage with the drummer. He called the four of them together and said a few words. The four of them looked at each other while surfing Bianlang. After confirming that it was Bianlang, the guitarist and drummer directly He trotted over and said to Bian Lang under the stage: "Brother Lang, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were under the stage. My mouth..."

Bian Lang took another sip of water, waved his hands and said, "It's okay, it's okay. You guys hurry up and don't make us have to stay up all night."

After hearing this, the two quickly nodded in agreement, and then trotted back.

When this quarrel started, the four of them felt like they had completely changed. The root note of the bass matched the kick drum, and the guitarist and keyboard no longer played their separate roles.After talking about a pop rock song, Bianlang felt that this was the level that a band that could participate in a music festival should have.

Bian Lang watched for more than two hours and found no surprises, but he gave away a lot of autographs.

When the Rolling Stones and the others came back, it was already past 10 o'clock, and the temperature was already close to 10 degrees. Dayong handed Bian Lang a down jacket, then handed him the pot and said: "This has no water of life, Jinma will give you some more." Home-roasted wine.”

"Go, go, you believe Lao Tan's words." After unscrewing the lid, a smell of wine suddenly hit his nostrils. Bian Lang took a sip, and then praised: "It's really strong, I guess I have to wait until midnight, there is This one will keep you warmer. Where is the golden horse?"

He called home and his father said he would bring us some food. He went to the intersection to wait for someone.Bian Lang just said: "Don't bother, it's late at night..." He saw Jin Ma coming with a dark and thin man. Jin Ma was carrying two large plastic bags in his hands, and his father was carrying a 5KG bag. Rubber bucket.

Bian Lang couldn't guess what was in the plastic bag, but it was definitely wine in the bucket!
Jinma trotted to the crowd, opened the plastic bag and started handing out food. Bian Lang took a look and said, "Good guy, roasted corn, roasted potatoes, roasted buckwheat glutinous rice cake, roasted eggs..." He guessed what Jinma's father was doing. Now all the food that is easily available at home has been cooked.

Bian Lang took a roasted potato, feeling the remaining warmth on it that was no longer too hot, and thanked Jinma's father: "Uncle, it's so troublesome for you to give us so much food at this late night."

"Dad, this is Brother Bian. My senior is also my current boss..." After listening to his son's introduction, Lao Jin quickly took out an unopened pack of Yuxi from his jacket pocket, opened it and handed it to Bian Lang. One said: "Thank you, Boss Bian, if it weren't for your help, Jinma would be..."

"Uncle, this is Jin Ma's own effort!" Bian Lang said, handing the roasted potatoes to Dong You, and took out a lighter to light a cigarette for Jin Ma's father.

Unexpectedly, Jinma's father actually put Yuxi into Bian Lang's hand, took out a pack of red plums from his trouser pocket and said, "I like smoking this, it's delicious."

How could Bian Lang not know what was going on? He still clearly remembered that his grandfather was like this in his previous life. When guests came to the house, he would always buy packs of cigarettes and put them in his coat pockets to give out to others. He would smoke red plums with a hookah and also He insisted that he just liked the taste.

Later, when Bianlang had some money, he went back and bought him two Yuxi.When Bian Lang went back to see him a year later, he took out the unboxed Yuxi from the bedside box and gave it to Bian Lang, while he still took out the red plums with a smile.

Thinking of this, Bian Lang glanced at Jin Ma with a straight face, stuffed Yuxi back to Jin's father and said, "Uncle, give me a red plum. This cigarette is so rare now that we can't even buy it in Spring City!"

Jin's father was stunned and looked at his son with some doubts. Jin Ma was shocked by Bian Lang's look, and immediately cooperated and said: "Yes, my dad, you can't even buy this red plum and mist in Spring City now."

Father Jin chuckled and said, "When you leave, I'll buy two for you to take back!"

Listening to the conversation between the three of them, Dong You felt that the temperature of the roasted potato in his hand was not only the temperature of food, but also the warmth of people's hearts.

……

A group of people were eating, drinking and chatting, and the time came to 12 o'clock before they knew it. The white air when talking was clearly visible.At this time, a band composed of three sisters took the stage.

There are not many female rock musicians, and even fewer female musicians. In Bian Lang's impression, Huaxia is the most popular Cobra. As for his triplets colleagues, Bian Lang can only say that it is a pity.

But amidst the high expectations of a group of people, the three of them tinkered with it for several minutes, but no sound was heard.

At this time, I heard a voice from Xiao Qin's walkie-talkie: "Xiao Qin, do me a favor and ask if anyone has a MARSHALL-MG15FX speaker. Can you lend it to us?"

Now that all the arranged bands have gone back, only the Rolling Stones are left. Xiao Qin immediately looked at Bian Lang asking for help: "Teacher Bian, do you have this model of speakers here?"

The model of the band's equipment is Bianlang Domenqing. He really has this distorted heavy metal speaker, but he didn't bring it...

"No, can other models work?" After saying this, Bian Lang realized what he said was nonsense. For every excellent guitarist, his favorite tone must be a specialized electric guitar and stereo plus synthesis. The final configuration was determined after countless attempts and polishing.

As long as one thing is changed, the taste will completely change.This kind of change of weapons on the spot would be very destructive even if it happened to him.

It's okay if you're in Spring City, but in a scenic tourist area like Lugu Lake, you can't buy anything like an electric guitar speaker if it's not available in the same industry, let alone the same model.

Out of respect for the all-female rock band, Bian Lang said to Xiao Qin: "You ask someone to ask the other guitarists, and I'll go up and see if I can help."

After saying that, Bian Lang returned to the bus and carried his G12T-75 onto the stage. When he saw someone carrying a speaker onto the stage, Yang Meng, the female guitarist and lead singer, felt happy at first, but after seeing the appearance of the speaker clearly , she hung her head again.

Bian Lang walked up to her, put down the stereo and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Faced with concern, Yang Meng raised his head and was shocked when he saw it was Bian Lang. Then his eyes quickly dimmed: "I don't know, I just babbled twice and then fell silent. How can I not find the same person?" Model, how will this be performed tomorrow?"

Bian Lang looked at her desperate expression, and a melody began to "play" automatically in his mind: "Lao Zhang opened his car and drove to the northeast, drifting further every day..."

"I'm going, why are you tampering with the stage..."

This is Metallica's masterpiece "Fade To Black". The solo in the intro, Bian Lang personally feels is on par with "California Guest House"!
It is said that during Metallica's European tour, their Marshall speakers were stolen in Boston. They wanted to buy the same model again, but they couldn't, so they were very dissatisfied with the sound at the time.

James was very depressed and even had the urge to commit suicide. He wrote "Fade To Black" based on the inspiration at the time.So much so that many fans joked later: "I really hope more people steal James' Marshall speakers!"

And the scene in front of me is very similar to what James experienced at that time...

Thinking of this, Bian Lang patted Yang Meng on the shoulder and said, "Lend me your guitar and I'll try to tune it for you."

Yang Meng didn't have any hope at all, but the person who spoke was Bian Lang, so she nodded and handed over the electric guitar.

Bian Lang plugged in the cables and connected the pedal. Relying on the experience he had accumulated after playing it countless times in his previous life, he restored the tone to a high degree. Then he tuned the piano correctly and stood in front of the microphone stand to try it out. Listen to the sound of the microphone.

After making sure there was no problem, Bian Lang took off his down jacket, rubbed his right wrist, and took out a pick.I pressed a Bm chord with my left hand, held the pick in my right hand and played it in the order of 24042454...

When the ethereal melancholy melody began to swirl over the field, Yang Meng raised his head fiercely.

Although it is different from the tone she wanted, this melody is really damn good!
And by the Lugu Lake, where the temperature had dropped below 10 degrees, her sadness was infinitely magnified, as if her desperate mood just now was vividly reflected!

No one in the audience had heard of this section, and were immediately drawn in by Bian Lang's clean and infinitely sad piano music.

Bian Lang played this riff repeatedly, as if he was superimposing and exaggerating the sad emotions infinitely. At 1 minute and 30 seconds, everyone felt that the emotion was about to collapse, and Bian Lang sang: "

if it seems, will fade away
Life seems to be dying

drifting further every day
Gradually drifting into the distance every day
getting lost within myself
gradually lost in my heart
nothing matters no one else
Nothing matters, no one matters

i have lost the will to live……

I have lost the motivation to survive..."

(End of this chapter)