Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 532 "Dear Guests from Afar, Please Stay"

The fans at the scene were originally speculating that since musician Bian Lang was not brought along, if he was going to release a new song it would most likely be a folk ballad.

But I didn’t expect that Bian Lang could come up with such a down-to-earth folk song.

However, since Bian Lang has a history of appearing in variety shows before, it is not too strange for him to sing this song now.

As for those diners who were not familiar with Bian Lang, they were recording with their mobile phones while asking the excited fans around them about the situation:

"Who is this person? Is he a celebrity?"

A music fan saw that the person asking the question was a little older, so after thinking for a moment, he answered, "Have you ever heard of Rock on the New Long March?"

Seeing this man shaking his head, the music fan thought for a moment and said, "Good luck to you, I wish you good luck to you!"

"Ohhh! Got it, got it, that lottery song!"

The three Yi boys who were performing on the stage were even more surprised, because they could hear that the melody of the song sung by Bian Lang was very similar to the tune of their Yi people.

Deng Bianlang sang another line: "The flowers on the roadside are blooming, and the fruits on the trees are waiting for people to pick them... That Selosai, that Ai Luoai, guests from afar, please stay, guests from afar, please stay..."

The three Yi guys were 100% sure that this was the tune of their Yi ethnic group.

The original song "Dear Guests from Afar, Please Stay" is a mixed chorus song created based on Sani folk songs and materials. It was written by Fan Yu and arranged by Mai Ding in 1953.

As a branch of the Yi ethnic group, the Sani people have lived in Shilin County, Yunnan Province for generations.

In May 1953, Fan Yu followed the Lunan team to a Sani village in Shilin County to experience life. During the day, they helped the villagers thresh wheat, herd cattle, and farm, and at night they visited villages and collected folk songs.

Young men and women living nearby would go out in pairs at night to sing with Fan Yu and his friends. Every night, the warm atmosphere of singing folk songs by candlelight is reflected in Fan Yu's memory.

When Fan Yu was collecting folk songs in Shilin, he found the long narrative poem "Ashima", and he recorded it word by word. Because Yi language belongs to the Yi language branch of the Tibeto-Burman language family of the Sino-Tibetan language family, the pronunciation of traditional Yi language has almost nothing in common with Chinese, so he came up with a way to record the original sound in the island language and translate it into Chinese characters.

During this process, he decided to write a song to celebrate the beauty of Sani.

One day, Fan Yu was lying on a haystack, and when he saw a man walking down a winding path, he suddenly found inspiration. So, he wrote the first version of the lyrics of the song in just over 30 minutes.

The first draft of the lyrics was written in four sections with 16 sentences, and later it was revised to three sections with 12 sentences. The melody absorbed the local folk song "We are a poor place in Sani", and adopted the melody of the Sani folk song and the lyrics of the narrative song "Ashima", so as to match the lyrics and music and compose a polyphonic chorus.

"Aiya, aiya, aiya, aiya, sello, sello, lese ...

When hearing this, Xiao Shi, the manager of the head office, was so excited that he couldn't close his mouth.

In her opinion, this song was definitely a performance song tailor-made for the store.

If those people on Earth who were familiar with this song knew her idea, they would definitely say, "You are too narrow-minded!"

You should know that as early as 1957, the song won the gold medal in the song creation competition of the 2019th World Youth and Student Peace and Friendship Festival. In 70, the song was selected into the "100 Outstanding Songs to Celebrate the th Anniversary of the Founding of the People's Republic of China" by the Central Propaganda Department.

Nan Feiyan invited these actors, all of whom were previously in the provincial song and dance troupe, and they have excellent basic skills and qualities.

So after singing the verse and chorus, the dancers came back on stage and started dancing to Bian Lang's melody.

As for those who have good voices, they have already boldly started singing along with the onomatopeia parts like "Selose na ailo ail".

This was originally a chorus song, and at the beginning it seemed a bit alone when Bian Lang was singing alone.

But with the addition of these singers and dancers, the original appearance of the song was restored a little bit.

While the three Yi guys were singing along, the guy playing the African drum also started to beat the rhythm.

At the beginning, he was a little behind, but in the interlude, after Bian Lang slightly adjusted the speed, he was able to follow well.

Although the style of this song is a low-profile version, coupled with the dancers on the scene, this lively scene is exactly what the diners who come to the scene to travel like most.

Among them was a fan named Bian Lang, who started a live broadcast at the very beginning.

As a plant blogger, he usually makes professional-related videos and live broadcasts. He has a certain fame in his own small circle, but he is only limited to that small circle.

But he started the live broadcast today with the mentality of sharing with everyone, and he never expected that he had just unlocked the hidden attribute of being a fan of Bian Lang music. His live broadcast room instantly became the top streamer on the small broken station!

"Lao Ke, didn't you go to Yunnan Province to shoot the hot plants? Why did you go to chase Bian Lang?"

"Oh my god, how many rare plants must you have saved in your life to be able to meet Bian Lang singing folk songs live?"

"Bian Lang and his family are really willful! The elder sister released a song called "Fried Chicken" when she opened a shop, the brewery released a song called "Do You Want to Dance?", and now Nan Feiyan has another song that focuses on the idea of ​​a well-organized family!"

"This song is quite grand, hahahaha! I predict that the Yunnan Provincial Tourism Bureau will have a headache!"

"It won't hurt my head! It will only hurt my wallet!"

As for Ke Jin, who was doing the live broadcast, he didn't have time to read the comments and the skyrocketing number of fans. He was trying to keep his balance on tiptoe and compete for camera space with other diners who were more enthusiastic than him.

At this time, the interlude just ended, and Bian Lang continued to sing: "The lush ears of grain sway in the wind, waiting for people to cut them, cut them... That Selosai, that Ai Luoai, guests from afar, please stay, guests from afar, please stay...

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Selo, Selo, Lelisei, Lori, hey, hey, guests from afar, please stay, guests from afar, please stay... Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."

In this second segment, the actors, who had already found their rhythm, were more relaxed.

Various ethnic dances began to show off their big moves, and some even went straight off the stage and started dancing on the benches with the diners.

As for those with good and talented voices, they have already sung out the effect of a duet according to their feelings.

The netizens in Ke Jin's live broadcast room, regardless of whether he was watching the screen or not, were just madly directing:

"Hey, Lao Ke, you're almost 190cm tall, why can't you find a better camera position?" "No, you're just shy. You should be an E-man from the video, why are you so cowardly now!"

"Look at you, your camera is capturing the images on other people's phones. Can you be more professional?"

"Where's the gimbal? Where's the radio? Why are you so unprofessional?"

Ke Jin couldn't care less about all this now. He could only maintain himself and not let himself be dragged into the ranks of bench dancing and fighting dancing.

He would also shout out when he had time: "I declare that this is the restaurant with the best atmosphere in Yunnan Province. Everyone must come and check in!"

His cameraman and assistant had long been swept up in the joyous crowd and could not be seen.

By the time the third section started, there was basically no one on the entire second floor who was still quietly enjoying the food.

"The girls are herding white sheep, stepping on the sunset, they are coming back, coming back... That Selosai, that Ai Luoai, guests from afar, please stay, guests from afar, please stay...

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Selo, Selo, Lelisei, Lori, hey, hey, guests from afar, please stay, guests from afar, please stay... Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."

The two mothers in Lao Chen's family are both quite lively. Judging from their clothes, you can tell that they were probably the backbone of square dancing when they were back home. When encountering such a scene, how could the two mothers-in-law not personally go out to the stage?

Chen Shuting was afraid that there would be too many people and they would get squeezed or bumped into each other, so she accompanied them out. Only the men of the Chen family, from three generations, were left in the private room.

While Lao Mo's father was filming, he asked Lao Mo: "Bian Lang is really an all-rounder. We like this song!"

Little adult Chen Xiaohui said with a profound look on his face: "This is just the beginning. My uncle Bian is really amazing. You don't know that our Chinese teacher said that the music my uncle Bian put together for ancient poems is exactly what she imagined about the singing of ancient poems in the past."

Lao Mo has heard his son bragging about these things to him many times. When his son was in BJ, he would come home every day and talk about so-and-so's parents, so-and-so's house and car.

I heard that sometimes he didn't know how to educate his son.

Now, because his son knows Bian Lang, not only are the teachers praising him, but some parents of students also take good care of their sons.

But the two old people didn't know, so Xiaohui's grandfather just tried to make fun of it: "Your Chinese teacher is a woman, right?"

"Men! You adults just have complicated thoughts!"

“Hahahaha! Indeed…”

Lao Mo: "Hey, kid, why are you still educating your grandfather?"

"But what I said was right! The female teachers in our school never praised Uncle Bian for his talent, they all said that he was handsome!"

After saying this, the smart little Chen Xiaohui probably felt that he had said something wrong, so he quickly took a bite of rice noodles to cover it up.

But how could he hide his little trick from Lao Mo: "Did you secretly sell your uncle Bian's photos and autographs again?"

"Ah? Grandpa, grandpa, I'll treat you to some bean flour rice noodles tomorrow morning. I earned this money myself!"

Chen Xiaohui's trick was very effective, but his grandfather still asked, "Xiaohui, how do you do this business?"

Since it was his grandfather who spoke, Chen Xiaohui didn't hesitate: "My dad and his comics were published overseas. They sent a lot of hardcover editions over there, signed by my dad and Uncle Bian, and I'll sell them for 100 yuan a copy!"

Upon hearing this, Lao Mo's face changed immediately and he raised his hand to give his son a slap in the face.

But because of the presence of two people with greater power, he could only give his son a fatal look with his eyes!

Seeing Lao Mo like this, Xiaohui's uncle spoke up: "Xiaohui, does your father know that you did this?"

"I...said I was giving it to a classmate!" Seeing that his father was really angry, Chen Xiaohui didn't dare to hide it.

"You can't do this, you know? You can tell your dad directly if you have anything to say. You are helping him sell books, he should be thanking you!"

As soon as his grandfather finished speaking, Lao Mo said sinisterly: "Then I really have to thank him. This book is not available in China. It costs 60 yuan to buy a regular version. The hardcover version is at least 500 yuan in the seafood market!
It's signed by your uncle Bian, haha! Why don't you try putting one up there now? I don't think I can get it for less than 5000! You loser!"

Upon hearing that the book was so valuable, Chen Xiaohui was immediately petrified!

He gave two copies to his close classmates, and sold the other eight copies to school teachers and parents of other classmates.

With this calculation, doesn’t that mean I lost more than 30,000 yuan?
I don’t know if it was because he was afraid that Lao Mo would criticize him or because he felt sorry for the money, but Chen Xiaohui’s tears just flowed down.

Seeing his son like this, Lao Mo sighed and said, "It's not that I feel bad about the few dollars. The key point is that you told me the truth and gave it to your classmates, so I went to ask your uncle Bian to sign for you. You did the wrong thing, you know? When school starts, you have to return the money to your teachers and classmates' parents one by one, understand?"

Hearing this, Chen Xiaohui said aggrievedly: "Isn't that even worse?"

This time, Lao Mo really slapped him, but he didn't use much force!

"Am I starving you or leaving you cold, or am I short of your pocket money? You're selling autographs, aren't you doing that just to show off in front of your classmates? Let me tell you, the real way to show off is when you can give away things that are unattainable in other people's minds, don't you understand?"

When Chen Xiaohui heard this, he felt that his father was the real awesome guy!
But Lao Mo added: "But you can't give away your Uncle Bian's autograph so often. You should know that things are valuable because they are rare. Only give it to people who are close to you, so that it can show that it is more precious... Also, it can't affect your studies!"

Lao Mo finished explaining the theory and then started to practice. He took out his mobile phone and prepared to record a live video of Bian Lang for his son's music teacher.

The music teacher often chatted with him privately, saying that he wanted to collect some live videos of Bian Lang for study.

When I raised my phone, Bian Lang had just finished singing the last verse:
Sing for the harvest time, sing for the prosperous motherland, we want to sing for happiness, guests from afar please stay... come to Selo Selo Leiri Selo Leiri Ai Luo Leiri Ai... guests from afar please stay, guests from afar please stay...

Alas, a ...

Sing for the harvest time, sing for the prosperous motherland, we should sing for happiness to our heart's content..."

(End of this chapter)