Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 537 Who is the idiot sleeping on the upper bunk of Bian Lang?

Although this song is sung in a purely male voice, the sunset and evening bells in the lyrics are scenes that many college students have experienced in their lives.

Perhaps this scene has lost its stunning charm as it did when it was first seen due to daily repetition, and many people have even forgotten it in the deepest part of their memory.

But as soon as it is mentioned, these people can immediately visualize the picture in their minds.

For example, Min Min, who graduated from Yunnan University, has watched the sunset countless times in the sea of ​​flowers under the clock tower of the new campus. It was so pleasant to play the guitar there, but the person who accompanied her had gone far away.

Like Min Min, many people thought of the person who once watched the sunset with them.

For He Lei, this is another story. All of their students graduated from the old campus of Yunnan Art Institute.

Yunnan Art Institute does not have the rich historical heritage of Yunnan University. It does not have a bell tower, century-old buildings, ginkgo trees, or even a grove of trees.

But there are some at Yunnan University, which is just a few bus stops away. When the ginkgo trees on the path turn yellow, He Lei will ask his brothers to visit Yunnan University, mainly to see the beauties from other schools.

At that time, there would always be boys playing guitar on both sides of Ginkgo Road. When He Lei saw them, he would urge them to come over there and play, maybe he could even pick up a few senior girls from Yunnan University.

But Bian Lang always shook his head and said, "It's boring. They are just pretending. Who the hell would come here to practice 53231323 if they really like music? It's shameful!"

In the end, none of them had any beautiful stories with the senior student from Yunnan University, but they did not expect that the butter persimmon cake that they did not even look at at that time has now become a big Internet celebrity.

When it was launched last year, his wife almost paid someone to buy it for her. But he stopped her mercilessly because he felt that if she spent the money, she would feel stupid!
But now his thoughts have changed again. He thinks that when it goes public this year, he must bring his wife and children here, and ask Bian Lang to walk the Ginkgo Trail of Yunnan University again!
In a blink of an eye, nearly ten years have passed.

It was just as Bian Lang said, none of those people was famous, and Bian Lang is probably now one of the most famous people in the Yunnan Province's literary and art circles!

"Your letters are getting more and more polite. You never mention love. You said you have many friends now and you don't worry about those things anymore..." The beginning of the chorus remains the same, but after an empty beat, new lyrics come as promised: "You asked me when we could go back together to see our dormitory and our past. The words you carved on the wall are still clear. No one has been able to erase them since then..."

He Lei had never asked this question, but he had thought about it. It was just that Bian Lang hadn't appeared at the party for so many years. There were only three people from Yunnan Province in their dormitory, and he had the best relationship with Bian Lang. He hadn't mentioned it in previous years, but since Bian Lang had mentioned it today, he had to make arrangements this time.

After he took over the family's engineering business, he completely severed his identity as an artist in college and plunged into the business world of debauchery, extravagance, and intrigue.

But the little flame of art in his heart has never been extinguished.

Only when he is with his old classmates can he relive the eccentric and carefree life as an art student.

As for the drinking party in BJ, the person who paid the bill has already appeared. That is Liu Ziyang who deliberately held back until the end.

He only held his tears for a second or two longer than the second to last person, and then tears began to flow silently.

The guy who came to grab the headphones from him had already started crying and cursing: "Listen to this song at this time, and you're drunk!"

Liu Ziyang always thought that Bian Lang was a person with very delicate emotions, but he never thought that Bian Lang's delicacy would even be applied to brotherly feelings, and he was still so meticulous.

I think 99% of boys have done things like carving words on the wall, it just depends on their age.

He remembered that when he was in college, he didn't know what had happened, but he used a key to carve the name of a campus beauty from another school on the scratched white wall.

Now she is married and was once a big star in the entertainment industry, but she was very white...

The song continued: "My brother who sleeps on the upper bunk, who sleeps in my lonely memories, the questions you once asked me, no one asks them anymore...

The brother who gave me cigarettes, the happy past, the questions you once asked me, no one asks me anymore..."

In Liu Ziyang's impression, this kind of lyrics arrangement with the main song as the ending is not common in the Chinese music circle.

In his opinion, the conventional lyric structure and the habits that listeners have developed over the years make it difficult for creators to make too many innovative attempts.

But when Bian Lang was creating, it seemed that he had never considered these things at all.

Just like the chorus-preceding "Red Sun" and "Train...", the effect is simply amazing! The opening directly reaches the maximum ignition point and explosion point, without giving you any reaction time at all, and directly says "Fuck" and reaches the climax!
Now to this song, listening to Bian Lang’s murmurs: “No one asks about it now… No one asks about it now…”, it just pulls you into the whirlpool of memory step by step.

Although no one asked about the lyrics, the heartstrings have been moved, and the CPU in the brain will start working uncontrollably, entering the hard drive to search for memories that have been forgotten for many years.

It has even exceeded the time limit of university and started to explore younger ages.

Liu Ziyang recalled that when he was very young, his mother asked him what he wanted to do when he grew up. He answered without hesitation: "I want to be a scientist!"

Later, when he grew up a little, his dream became to become a pilot!

When he came back this time, he asked his nephew a question, and his nephew replied: "I want to be an internet celebrity!"

Therefore, he felt more and more that music creators like Bian Lang who were somewhat counter-current were extremely rare.

Always inadvertently, your thoughts are pulled back to that era when material desires had not yet expanded, but thoughts were extremely rich.

When I looked up at the table again, I saw people wiping their tears or sighing.

The one who shed tears first had already finished the bottle of wine he lost without any supervision!

He looked at the situation, sniffed, stood up with his cigarette box and said, "Let's go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the five boys present walked out without any hesitation.

When he reached the balcony, no one took the 5 Zhongnanhai glasses he handed over.

He thought about it and shook his head, then lit up the cigarette and smoked it. After taking two puffs, another classmate who had quit smoking for a long time reached out and snatched the cigarette from his hand.

After taking a deep puff, he felt a dizziness that he hadn't felt in a long time, making him a little unsteady. He took another puff, coughed a few times, and then passed the cigarette to the next person.

When it came to Liu Ziyang, only half of it was left.

He looked at the cigarette butt flickering in the cold air, smiled bitterly and cursed: "When I was in school, there would be only a cigarette butt left by the time it reached me!"

After taking a deep breath, Liu Ziyang cursed with a cough: "Who the hell is so disgusting, with a mouth full of saliva!"

Then there was a burst of unbridled laughter on the balcony, and as they laughed, tears came out again. The girls in the room wiped away their tears and drank wine to melt away all the emotions of the day.

When a few male classmates came back from smoking, one of them asked, "Zi Yang, tell us how Bian Lang, who studies sculpture, can play it so clearly, even though we, the students of the Central Conservatory of Music, can't understand it!"

Liu Ziyang didn’t understand it either, but this is the valuable quality of many musicians!
Many musicians who are good at writing lyrics may not know that some professional music colleges actually have a major called music literature.

But among those who graduated from here, no one can gain a foothold in the music industry.

“I guess, we professionals here have had it too easy, and we have never experienced what Bian Lang has been doing in the underground music scene for nearly 10 years. Maybe only in that kind of environment would people think about these issues!”

"Yes, then tell me the truth, how many unpublished works does Bian Lang have?"

Those present were basically all in the music circle, and some of them worked for some big record companies, so if Liu Ziyang made these remarks public, the impact would be huge.

"How should I know this? Just look at how often he releases a new song every three days. What's the point of finding out?"

This answer really stumped everyone!
"Yeah, even if we know what's the use, other than hiding, can we go and fight Bian Lang head-on?"

It was at this time that many fans who listened to this song began to search for memories of the upper or lower bunk.

Some even opened the goose egg space that had not been used for many years, went to those photo albums that no one had visited for a long time, and identified those youthful figures that had become blurred in their memories one by one.

No one expected that a song by Bian Lang would actually revitalize Goose Egg, a product that had little traffic but could not be cut.

But when someone recalled this past event and wanted to change the background music to "My Upper Bunk", he remembered that headache problem!
"Edan Music banned Bian Lang!"

Even if they want to upload the video, it cannot be reviewed!

Then, Goose Egg Space, a product that the company had almost forgotten, became a hot topic.

When Ma Yuan saw the news, he immediately went to the website to watch the video, and then said helplessly: "Alas! Why bother?"

He knew that Goose Egg Music would be mentioned countless times in the future because of Bian Lang!

However, they simply do not have the basic conditions to handle this huge amount of traffic.

However, not only that, because of Bian Lang’s song, many dormant classmates’ groups on WeChat were activated tonight!

Xiaohan is one of the many people who are distributing "activation codes". As a qualified "gold", she has turned on the reminders related to surfing on the small broken station.

As soon as she entered the live broadcast room, she started recording the screen. After listening to the song with red eyes, she sent the video to her elementary school classmates group and then to her university classmates group.

Then she started planning a reunion for her classmates, which had not been held for many years.

Her boyfriend Xiao Shao also posted something, and as a result, he received a private message from his former female desk mate, which immediately ignited Xiao Han’s gossip fire!
Then Xiao Shao was not able to touch Xiao Han's bed again until the Spring Festival. Every day he had to look at the photos of classmates' reunion in Xiao Han's circle of friends and sulk!

……

Looking at the scene again, after Bian Lang finished singing, he took a photo with the band and left with his classmates.

Fortunately, there were more tourists than music fans, otherwise they would have blocked their way for hours to get an autograph.

After coming out of the crowd, the few people who had been excited for a while sobered up from the alcohol they had just drunk.

When He Lei saw that everyone didn't have to take care of the family tonight, he suggested the second half.

When they were discussing where to go, Ma Rui suddenly said, "Why don't we go back to school and take a look?"

He Lei took out his phone and saw that it was just past 10 o'clock. Normally, it would be no problem to get in. Now that it was a holiday, he wondered if there was access control. "Can I get in? How about tomorrow?"

"With Bian Lang and Ma Rui here, do you think we can get in? Besides, Mr. Luo should be home by now, so we can get in if we go find him, right?"

Bian Lang thought for a moment and said, "Let's go. There's no way we can't get in. It's just that it might be a little difficult to see the dormitory."

A few people first took a shared electric scooter to get out of the congested area, and then took a commercial vehicle to the Mayuan campus of the School of Art.

As soon as he got in the car, Bian Lang called Dong Youbian again, but still no one answered, so he called Jin Ma: "Jin Ma, have you gone home?"

"Not yet, Brother Lang. My dad came up yesterday. Do you plan to buy some more things and fly back directly the day after tomorrow?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, the reason we earn money is to provide more convenience for our family. I just want to ask you, we want to go back to school now, can we get in?"

"You can get in, of course. But if you want to go into the dormitory building, I'll find someone to pick you up!"

Although the Mayuan poet who won the Golden Horse Awards is now somewhat famous, he is actually still a senior student who has not yet graduated.

After hanging up the phone, He Lei asked, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​writing this song?"

Bian Lang replied directly: "I remembered it when I saw you!"

"You mean you've already written it? Then you..."

He Lei didn't know what to say next. After all, he himself didn't know how to deal with the relationship between them.

We don’t keep in touch unless necessary, but I never feel that our relationship has become distant because of this.

But he never expected that Bian Lang, who had become a different person, would use a song to record the friendship between brothers.

"I've already sung it, what else do you want?"

As soon as Bian Lang said this, Ma Rui, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said, "He Lei, are you afraid that after this song comes out, netizens will ask who the idiot is who is sleeping on the upper bunk?"

(End of this chapter)