Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 745 Goodbye
Whether it was the original owner or myself, they all left indelible memories here.

The first stop after traveling through time, the emotions here are really hard to describe at once. It is also hard to express it clearly with a song. Perhaps only a feeling of reluctance to leave can express it.

Seeing that Bian Lang was in a trance, Lao Tan came over with a beer and clinked glasses with him: “I remember what music festival we met at?”

Old Tan is indispensable in Banshan’s memories, so when Bian Lang was searching the original owner’s memories just now, he also recalled the scene of meeting Old Tan: “It was at that farm in Taiping, I can’t remember what music festival it was, you were squatting and your sunglasses fell into the pit, and you were fishing them out when I went in!”

"Hey! I also felt uncomfortable looking at it, but then I thought about it, it cost more than 800 yuan to buy it, and I had worn it for less than two months, so I thought no one would see it so I took it out and washed it, but I didn't expect to run into you..."

"Yeah, you just smiled and said to me stupidly: 'I just bought these Lei Peng shoes, they're so expensive!' Hahahaha... Oh, Old Tan, you don't know, at the time I just thought it was just that 20 yuan bargain, what idiot here would spend that kind of money? You'll definitely lose a few pairs during a music festival!"

"Hey, you actually... I remember you were still in college at that time, right?"

"I don't remember whether it was my sophomore or junior year..."

"Well, we later shared a car to go back to Xiaoximen, so we got to know each other. Then you brought Little Leo to the bar... By the way, that grandson seems to have formed a band to participate in "Sing My Song", and the name of the band seems to be the same as the one he formed with Luo Lin and the others..."

"Got it, I chose that band name on purpose. Just wait and see what he's going to do!"

"Okay, as long as you know the number, why don't you go up and play?"

"Finally, I'll wrap it up and say goodbye to Lao Banshan!"

When Bian Lang said the last sentence, he deliberately raised the tone a little. Old Tan felt his nose sore when he heard it. He stretched out his fingers and gestured to Bian Lang a few times, then ran away quickly.

Although Old Tan seems heartless, just looking at what happened with the little beast, he is a sentimental person at heart.

Not long after, Zhu Yan also came, followed by Hong Ke.

They are both regular customers of Mid-Levels. I don’t know if they came here because work delayed their visit to watch Summer of Love together, or if they didn’t plan to come but received some news. Fortunately, they are both familiar faces, otherwise they might not be able to get into Mid-Levels.

The two of them brought beer and leaned against Bian Lang. Hong Ke spoke first: "Let's talk about business first... I'm afraid I'll forget it after drinking too much!"

"Is it interesting or not? You haven't even had a sip yet and you're already talking about work..." Bian Lang waved his hand and continued, "Needless to say, I have an idea in mind. I've set a time to contact Brother Yan!"

"Okay! Then I'll do one first..." When Hong Ke was blowing the bottle, Bian Lang searched through the original owner's memory and found out that Hong Ke was also an emperor in Banshan five, six, seven or eight years ago.

At that time, the radio station had not yet moved out, so he could just walk through the alley behind the city gymnasium to get there. He usually came very late, and he often competed with Zhu Yan to see who had listened to more foreign niche CDs.

The niche here refers to the niche in the country, but it may not be the case abroad!

Thinking of this, Bian Lang felt that these two should be the two people in his circle of friends in China who are most familiar with the foreign music and niche music of Shuilan Star. He asked casually: "If I ask you to help make a list, do you have any idea of ​​the jazz and rock music that are considered more representative abroad?"

They didn't know what Bian Lang was going to do, and they didn't rush to agree: "Olaf is here, and you're still asking us this?"

"It's a different perspective. I'll ask him for a copy on his side, too!"

After hearing Bian Lang's answer, Zhu Yan nodded before Hong Ke even opened his mouth and asked, "How many songs do you want?"

"40, not too much!"

"Okay, no rush, right?"

"Don't worry, just give it to me next month!"

Seeing that the two had finished their talk, Hong Ke could only sigh and say, "Okay, you guys have finished your talk, how can I say no?"

"Brother Hong, you are so righteous!"

After Bian Lang finished speaking, Hong Ke moved closer to Bian Lang and asked him about the news: "Why is the name of the band formed by Luo Lin and Di Li the same as that of Li Yiliang and his group? Who came first?"

"We got it first, the trademark has been registered..."

Hearing Bian Lang's careless words, Hong Ke was stunned for a few seconds before he said in surprise: "No way, why didn't you make any movement... Are you waiting to trick me?"

Bian Lang shook his head seriously and said, "That's not the case!"

"Okay! I have an idea. I'm just afraid that a fan will ask about this during tomorrow's show. I'm afraid that I'll get too emotional and cause you trouble. Now I have an idea. By the way, there's one more thing I don't know if you noticed?"

"what's up?"

"The song that the band is singing for this competition sounds like 'Boys Don't Cry' to me."

"Huh?" Hong Ke has been a DJ for many years, there is no way he could have heard it wrong.

He said it was a plagiarism, which was to save the other party a little face. According to Bian Lang's understanding, this was equivalent to plagiarism!
"You really don't know?" Looking at Bian Lang's reaction, Hong Ke felt that this kid was really careless.

"I don't know. Logically, 'Boys Don't Cry' hasn't been officially released yet. We're all waiting for this Summer of the Band. What Li Yiliang did is really..." Bian Lang felt that no matter how harsh the words were, they were not enough to express his disgust for this person.

If this is a script about a domineering CEO or a returning soldier king, then Li Yiliang will have only one ending, and that is eternal damnation.

"Don't be too angry, just listen first, and then we can work together to find a solution!"

"It's okay, he was just trying to take advantage of the situation! The guy is pretty smart, and I think he must have done a lot of evasive measures to be able to do such a thing! Let me listen to it first, this matter is really..." Bian Lang shook his head and didn't say anything else.

He wouldn't go and listen right away, so as not to spoil the good mood of the evening.

Hong Ke looked at the magpie on the stage and said with some envy: "I really envy Old You and the others. If it had been ten or twenty years ago, I think you would have come to our radio station as guests one by one."

Hearing this, Bian Lang raised his eyebrows and agreed: "Yeah, that was called promoting a song, right?"

"Yes, I remember it came from Korea. At that time, anyone who released a new album would go to major music stations across the country. It was at that time that I accumulated a lot of connections in the circle, thinking that it would be convenient for my future work. Now, they have become my drinking and barbecue partners when I am on business trips..."

"Yeah, Brother Hong, have you ever thought about gathering all these resources together, setting up your own media, and then promoting your songs online?" Hearing Bian Lang's unreliable suggestion, Hong Ke waved his hand and said, "No, it's okay to entertain yourself for a while, but if you really take it as a big deal, it will be a thankless task!"

"Then just treat it as self-entertainment. You are familiar with the process anyway. If no one gives you the start, then I can do it."

After hearing that, Hong Ke became interested: "Are you serious?"

The performance of their radio station has declined so severely that if he didn't rely on the many hosting jobs outside, it would definitely not be enough to support his family.

Seeing other colleagues doing well in self-media, he was tempted. But as a DJ of a music station, he was not good at exploring local stores. It was obviously too late for him to start a music-related account, so he always just talked about it and let it go.

But the idea that Bian Lang gave him today gave him some hope that he could succeed. After all, he could really get in touch with some veteran singers in the Chinese music scene to provide him with some content, so that his content could be distinguished from other accounts with strong homogeneity.

“Why not take it seriously? You, the people who used to have the most passion and expertise, are now forced by the market to promote songs that you don’t even like. I know you feel bad, but that’s work and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You should start your own media, ignore the charts of the three major platforms, and create your own. Our Chinese music scene really needs some people like you who have a good musical aesthetic..."

"Stop it! If you keep bragging, I'll get carried away. I'll go back and think about this carefully. I'll come up with a plan and we can talk about it some other time!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yan also expressed his willingness to help: "Just tell me if you need any help. I have a lot of free time at work anyway!"

After this incident, Bian Lang really felt that he needed to cultivate more media that have good relations with the Rolling Stones.

Moreover, the current Chinese music scene does lack people who can go beyond the trend and listen to and analyze music seriously.

The three of them chatted and drank, and after the Rolling Stones had finished their turns, someone called Bian Lang's name: "Brother Lang, come on? Or we can just improvise."

Normally, no one would ask that question, but tonight was different.

Everyone thought that Bian Lang was the one who contributed the most to the success of the premiere of "Summer of the Band". He should have made a summary speech on such an occasion. But everyone knew that this speech should be expressed in a new song!

He had already intended to go on stage, and had already thought of what he wanted to sing, so Bian Lang nodded and said to Dayong and the others, "Go ahead, just follow me!"

The brothers of the Rolling Stones all knew that what Bian Lang said must mean that there must be a new song, and it was a new song that was not even in the music library, so before the people on the stage stood up, Dayong started to drive them away: "Hurry up and get down!"

The one being chased away was Xia Yuxi's version of the hedgehog. No one else said anything, but Ding Ding was the first to quit: "Brother Dayong, Brother Lang and I have been working together for quite some time. How about you just let me go this time?"

Generally speaking, when a rock girl like Ding Ding who can smash a man's head with a drumstick starts to speak, most male drummers will give her face. But this trick has no effect on Dayong at this moment!

"Ding, it's no use calling me uncle. You represent Hedgehog tonight. This song is for our Rolling Stones team building. If you want to play, I'll let you..."

Seeing Dayong's anxious look, Dingding wanted to continue teasing him: "No, Brother Yong, I..."

"Oh my, Ding Ding, you're disgusting, aren't you..." Dayong hadn't even started talking yet, but Yang Meng couldn't stand it anymore: "Brother Yong has a high magic resistance, your level of magic is useless against him!"

Faced with his best friend's sabotage, Ding Ding stood up and threw his drumstick over.

He picked up the sharpener while walking halfway, and then threw it to a male fan in the audience, which caused a lot of sighs from the audience!

Bian Lang smiled and picked up the guitar but didn't play it. Instead, he coughed into the microphone. As soon as he coughed, the scene immediately became quiet.

Even Liang Zi, who was live streaming, used a secondary account to comment in the comment section: "No more chatter, my friends, Brother Lang is about to start something big. We need to keep quiet!"

But his comment section was all fried at once:

"Hurry up and call someone, they're about to play a new song!"

"Bian Lang probably doesn't know that Liang Zi is broadcasting live. This is considered a wild broadcast. There will be fewer shows to watch!"

There were people watching the show at Mid-Levels while chatting in Liangzi’s live studio. One of them added a sentence after seeing this: “Who says it’s not true? Mid-Levels is about to become history. It’s impossible to watch Bian Lang perform at Mid-Levels in the future!”

Then someone who also knew the situation came out to confirm: "Indeed, the Rolling Stones LAB opened, and all the live music has moved there. This is probably the last concert tonight!"

At this point, the old friends in Chuncheng were unhappy: "No, isn't it appropriate to notify them?"

"If I had known, I would have gone there tonight no matter what!"

"I guess they didn't make any special preparations, but sometimes, goodbye is just a matter of a moment..."

The chatter in the live broadcast room was finally interrupted by Bian Lang's singing without any warning: "I will remember your face firmly, I will cherish the thoughts you gave me, these days will never be erased from my heart..."

Bian Lang sang very slowly and softly, giving people the feeling that he was not singing but telling a story: "I can't promise you whether I will come back, never look back, and keep walking without looking back..."

It is just like the feeling when singing this song live on the Zongguanxian stage, starting with a cappella and not with the verse, but this is Bian Lang’s favorite way to perform this song!

The only difference is that there are four people in Zongguanxian, four old men. The songs of these four old men can be said to cover all the songs of Bian Lang and his generation from childhood to old age...

The strings began to sweep, and after an empty beat, he pointed at Lao Tan and continued to sing: "I am afraid that I will not have the chance to say goodbye to you, because I may never see you again... I will leave tomorrow, and the familiar place and you will be separated, and my tears will fall..."

As one of the original Chinese graduation golden songs, the song "Goodbye" has witnessed countless students bidding farewell to their classmates and alma mater in tears.

And today, Bian Lang uses this song to say farewell to old Banshan and all the people who like Banshan!
Upon hearing these lyrics, Old Tan's tears broke down again, and the same was true for those old drinkers who had already had a premonition in their hearts.

As he waited for Dayong and the others to join him, Bian Lang’s singing became even more touching: “I can’t promise you whether I will come back or not, and I will keep going without looking back…”

At the moment when he looked up to hold back the tears, Bian Lang saw the wall of photos on the background wall halfway up the mountain. Of course, his figure was among them, and naturally there were also those people who regarded this place as a holy place of music!

At this moment they all sang together: "Don't look back, keep going without looking back..."

(End of this chapter)