Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 492 I dare not ask for directions at midnight for fear of touching my sad soul.
As an old BJ, Lao Zheng should not be too familiar with the old events and legends in BJ town. When he reached this point in the song, he had some outlines in his mind, and he was waiting for Bian Lang to continue singing so that he could confirm his conjecture.

Another person who had the same idea as him was Gong Qian. This crosstalk talker is a player in the old BJ City. If you ask him about serious scientific knowledge, he may not be as good as a high school student, but there are all kinds of things in the Four-Nine City. As for the interesting secrets, then just ask him.

Facing the questioning looks from his disciples, Master Qian waved his hands and said, "Listen to the song carefully, and I will explain it to you when it's over!"

After a chorus of "One Night in BJ...", Bian Lang continued to sing: "I have a lot of feelings left behind, and I dare not ask for directions at midnight, for fear of touching my sad soul..."

"One Night in BJ, I left behind a lot of feelings. I didn't dare to ask for directions at midnight for fear of walking to Di'anmen..."

Hearing this, Wang Yunfei suddenly frowned and asked Gong Qian: "Uncle, is there a taxi that doesn't honk its horn at night?"

Gong Qian nodded approvingly, then pointed to the stage to signal Wang Yunfei to continue listening to the song.

After the male and female lead singers on the stage looked at each other, they continued to sing: "People say that inside Di'anmen, there is an old lady, still waiting impatiently. The old man with a serene face is still waiting for the return of the expedition. people……"

As soon as this sentence came out, Lao Zheng was sure that the story in Bianlang's song was the legend of Di'anmen.

Di'anmen corresponds to the north and south of Tiananmen, implying peace and good weather in heaven and earth. It is the north gate of the imperial city, also called the back gate. It has been the place where troops have been dispatched since ancient times. Many men went north from here to fight against the invaders and lost their lives on the battlefield. How many women are here to send their loved ones away, saying goodbye with tears, and have become widowed.

But the electric guitar in his hand did not stop. After climbing out of a string of two-bar solo with a rising tone, he roared with a voice that was infinitely close to a nuclear voice: "One Night in BJ... One Night in BJ..."

In his dreams every night, he always thinks of Di'anmen. He promised his wife that he would definitely go back. He concentrated all his strength to turn his head and looked behind him. There was the city gate, there was the Di'an Gate, and there was his beloved wife.

However, there is an emergency at the border and military information reaches the capital!

Legend has it that a newly married couple is waiting for the big day to live a beautiful life together, living a happy life where you weave cloth and I carry water.

At Di'anmen, the bride was searching for her groom in the army, and the groom was also searching for his beautiful bride, but he couldn't find her.

The word "soul" was sung in a half-long flat tune with great charm. Anyone who had a drink in their hand would pick it up and take a swig, for fear that he would drink too little and end up being that sad soul!

In Lao Zheng's memories, he could only listen to Bian Lang continue to sing: "One Night in BJ, don't drink too much. Walking outside Di'anmen, no one can remain true to his feelings..."

At this point, Guo Sichu looked at Bian Lang "wisdomly", and it was obvious that Bian Lang was squinting his eyes deliberately to look at the audience, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

As always, the bride comes to Di'anmen every day and looks to the north. It's another winter, but the door has never been opened, or it seems that it has never been opened.

So overnight, twelve volumes of imperial lists were compiled in the Forbidden City, recruiting generals, and young and strong laborers, all of which were not left out. For a while, there was a lot of wailing, and the pot was cold and the stove was cold.

As soon as Bian Lang finished the word "hun", Guo Sichu picked up the last note that he had not yet finished singing. After taking a breath, he continued to sing: "I don't want to ask you anymore, where are you... I want to hold it in my chest, and I won't let you go if I can." put……"

In the eyes of the people in the audience, the performance of the man and woman on the stage could only be described as beautiful.

After ten years in the army, he was wrapped in horse leather and endured hardships in order to one day be able to go home and see his former bride. For ten years, the family endured hardships and waited silently, so that one day the groom would come back and know his way home.

In Di'anmen, there was a white-haired old woman, still standing in that familiar place. There was no anxiety in her eyes, and her cloudy eyes were as calm and firm as the frozen pool.

Guo Sichu's last note was extremely long, so long that it completely covered the lyrics behind Bian Lang: "One Night in BJ, you will leave a lot of love behind. You don't dare to ask for directions at midnight, for fear of touching your sad soul..."

Bian Lang, who also took a breath, kept singing "One Night in BJ..." and Guo Sichu's drama complemented each other.

The groom looked at the city gate that was as rusty as the armor on his body, slowly opened his mouth, and let out a desperate and heart-piercing wail like a wolf on the prairie. The bride in the city finally heard it. The white-haired old man The woman stood up from where she had been waiting all her life.

One Chinese and one English, one dramatic and one rock, one firm and one soft, one rough and cool, this love story with so many emotions hidden behind it was composed into the most sympathetic song tonight.

Then the two sang together again: "One Night in BJ, you will leave a lot of love behind. Don't ask for directions at midnight, for fear of touching your sad soul..."

Just as Bian Lang finished singing, Guo Sichu continued to repeat the beginning of the song in a dramatic tone: "I don't want to ask you again, where are you... I want to hold it in my chest, and I won't let you go if I can..."

Under the moonlight, the groom came back. His armor was rusty and his hair was messy. However, there is not a trace of dust on the place where the feet rise, and the city gate is still closed, as if it has not been opened in a thousand years.

It seems that Bian Lang is the heroic soul who has returned from hundreds of battles, and Guo Sichu is the idiot who has been guarding the city wall all his life!

Zhang Ting and others stood on the side stage, watching the two of them recalling the artistic conception of the lyrics. They just felt that they were the old lady who was still waiting impatiently, and Xiu Jieke was the one who always stood outside the city gate and refused to enter. The rust-armored souls came.

Suddenly the drummer said: "Tongzi, I agree with what you said, but my opinion is that the blooming should end here, let's form a band again..."

The bass player also meant the same thing: "Yes, let the old band let him go, and we will talk about it when there is such an occasion again..."

Zhang Ting nodded with tears in his eyes: "Okay!"

After Lao Zheng confirmed that the story was basically the same as what he had in mind, he was already thinking about how to go to Chen Shuting later and ask for the song, and he also wanted to invite Guo Sichu through Rolling Stone!

As Bian and Guo's voices became weaker and weaker, they switched to holding a sustainer, re-enacting the scene where Xiaopo used an electric guitar to imitate the sound of the violin at the station, which served as the outro to the song. There was another very string-like ending.

Watching this last scene and listening to this song, Pan Xiulong's eyes became moist again as he didn't want to be discovered by too many people in the corner.

Before the Rolling Stones, 60% of Chinese rock bands were studying foreign rock music of the 70s and s to draw creative nutrients and inspiration from them.

Only one percent of the bands are trying to play something that belongs to China, but in the end they don't have any success.

But the current Rolling Stones, in his opinion, have really opened up a path of their own for Chinese rock music. Although it is a small side road now, but with more people walking on it, this road may not be able to become a broad road in the future. !
There was a Chinese rock album "Tang Dynasty" before, and now there is another song "One night in Beijing" that is more closely integrated with opera. He can fully believe that after this wave of influence passes, there will be many people who have had this idea for a long time. The band is willing to try this kind of creation.

Ma Yuan, who was watching the live broadcast at home, almost smashed his mouse after listening to the song.

He was angry, angry about why such a groundbreaking song couldn't enter the Goose Egg?

If Goedan Music opens a Chinese rock section in the future, and you can’t find “Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty” and “One Night in Beijing” in it, wouldn’t this be a joke?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. If it weren't for the high salary and car and housing loan, he would have wanted to follow Pan Xiulong's example and resign at the drop of a hat.

The reason why Ma Yuan's reaction this time was greater than when he heard "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty" was because he felt that this song was more popular than "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty" and had a larger audience than "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty" from the beginning. "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty" is even wider.

This seems to be the case on the original Earth as well. Many people believe that the rock version of "One Night in Beijing" released by the band in 02 is the pioneer of Chinese rock.

In fact, "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty", the ancestor of Chinese rock music, was released a full 10 years earlier than "One Night in Beijing". But the aesthetic threshold for "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty" is a bit high after all. If you sing it yourself, the threshold will be even higher. So no matter who it is covered by, looking at the entire Chinese music circle, in the end there is no sign of being too out of the circle, and the popularity of the song is only a little bit.

And "One night in Beijing" has become a KTV song.

From this point of view, it is unusual for Ma Yuan to be so excited.

In fact, the fierce reaction on Xiaopo Station can already explain a lot of problems:

"If this song is not included in the "Tang Dynasty" album, what does it mean to release it together? Is it possible that a mini album will be released?"

"Maybe it's because you don't know which song is the title song?"

"You just care about the sound and ignore the background of this song, right? In what year was Di'anmen built? Is it appropriate for you to put it in "Tang Dynasty"?"

As soon as this understanding emperor's words came out, the direction of the barrage and comment area immediately changed:

"Then this song must be sent to Empress Chu, so we really have to wait!"

"Yes, although it is hateful to say that the way of delaying work is very productive!"

"Hey, I can't speak for him. As long as this cow is not tired to death, I will whip it to death!"

"I don't care, such a nice Chinese rock song is not as difficult to sing as "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty". I want it to appear in the karaoke room tomorrow!"

Compared with the extremely lively scene at Xiaopo Station, the atmosphere in the flowery live broadcast room at DY seemed not that good.

Although gifts are constantly flooding the screen and fans of these singers are actively interacting, anyone with a discerning eye knows the gap between the two live broadcast rooms.

Ou Lu looked at the huge gap, then looked at the bands and artists who were still performing conscientiously in the stands, thinking that the other side was able to get Guo Sichu to play, so could he also pay for it...

As Guo Sichu, who has not sang in this kind of live performance for a long time, he naturally has to interact with the audience after singing on stage.

Rock fans also feel that this is a bit over the top. Although they were not fans of Guo Sichu before, after today's performance, there will definitely be more than half of them who are casual fans.

And they felt a little bit magical about attending the show for free and being able to listen to the songs and sing live!

As for Lao Deng and Yang Guanlei, all they can do now is look on the stage and have fun.

"At 5K, you can hear the diva collaborate with the Rolling Stones up close. The diva can still sing a blind box piece like Peking Opera. This is simply a big omission!"

At this time in the Jiang family, Jiang Xue, after being stimulated by her brother's words just now, felt that she should use the same energy as when she was chasing the little fresh meat to do something for Rolling Stone.

Netizens in the live broadcast room were asking about the story of this song, so he decided to use this as the title and make a video to increase traffic for Rolling Stone.

Taking advantage of Guo Sichu's interaction, she picked up her phone and started looking up information.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Feng probably guessed what she wanted to do, because he actually had the same idea. There are so many music fans on the Internet, they must be interested in the legends of A Hundred Flowers and Di'anmen.

"Stop checking. It's hard to say that I don't know all the information on the Internet. Go and ask!"

Jiang Xue thought about it. His grandfather always liked to tell him about the past when he was a child, and he always had a smile on his face when he told it.

Now that he is older, he doesn't like listening to his grandfather telling those stories, so he picked up his phone and went downstairs.

"Grandpa, do you know the legend of Di'anmen? Is there any allusion to the name of Baihuahuahua Hutong?"

"Why do you ask?"

"A new song came out from Bianlang, which contains these two place names and stories..."

"Xiaoxue, do you know that there is an unwritten rule among taxi drivers in BJ City?"

"What rules?"

"When I arrive near Di'anmen at night, I don't honk the car horn because I'm afraid of disturbing a pair of lonely souls there."

Hearing what grandpa said, Jiang Xue's eyes suddenly lit up: "Grandpa, please speak slowly..."

The story the old man told was very different from what Old Zheng remembered, but as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xue was called up by Jiang Feng: "Come up quickly, the next song by the Rolling Stones is here!"

After Mr. Jiang smiled and let Sui Nu go, he was wondering if they had passed through Di'anmen when they sent troops to go north.
After a while, he shook his head and went straight to the study. He searched for a long time with his glasses on but could not find the book he wanted.

He couldn't remember clearly what happened in Baihua Deep, but it was not easy for his old bones to be needed by his granddaughter, so he had to help his granddaughter clear up the doubts in her heart no matter what.

Thinking of this, he looked at the time and asked his daughter-in-law to help him find the phone number.

About five minutes later, the phone of a history professor from Beijing University rang. After hearing this question from his old friend, he asked somewhat strangely: "Why are you suddenly concerned about this? It's because your family wants to do things around there." ?”

"No, my granddaughter heard a song that mentioned the depth of flowers, so she came to me, an old immortal, to ask where it came from!"

After hearing this, the professor wanted to say that young people could just look for answers online for such things, but then he thought that he had not spoken to his grandson for a long time, and the moment he spoke, his words changed to: "What song?" , I’ll go listen, and if there’s anything else I know, I’ll tell you!”

"Okay, that's a foreign name. Xiaoxue, please tell me how you should pronounce it?"

Xiaoxue's mother first read it in English, and then expressed her understanding in words: "Translated, it should be BJ one night, or BJBJ will keep me tonight..."

Half an hour later, under the astonished eyes of his grandson, the old professor held up the lyrics he had dictated and sang in a similar theatrical tone: "I dare not ask for directions at midnight, for fear of touching my sad soul..."

(End of this chapter)