Rock and Roll: Glorious Years

She had barely raised it when a die-hard fan next to her glared at her: "You little brat, you said you wrinkled Yu Xi's poster, but you were lying. You actually dare to aid the enemy now!" Saying that, she reached out to snatch it and tear it up.

"Yes, Brother Bian Lang helped me at the airport, so I want to support him..." she said while dodging.

The girl on the other side, the one who had been caught by Lunzi, chimed in to help: "Yeah, at the airport, Xia Yuxi didn't even glance at us fans. We got knocked over, and it was Bian Lang and Lunzi who caught us!"

But Xia Yuxi's die-hard fans wouldn't listen to reason and immediately called on other fans to grab it together. This commotion startled the rock musician in front, who wanted to turn around and yell, "Stop making noise!" But when he saw the Bianlang poster in Xiao Fei's hand, the fatherly feeling of loving his daughter welled up inside him.

He reached out and stopped the die-hard fan, standing up to protect Xiao Fei: "Good girl, don't be afraid, you're making us rock fans proud!" Then, turning to the group of die-hard fans, he formed a shield wall and taunted them: "Let's see who dares to tear down Bianlang's posters! Come at me if you have a problem!"

Xia Yuxi has a lot of fans, but in terms of individual combat strength, how could she possibly be a match for this rock veteran? Her shout caused everyone to dodge.

Taking advantage of the break, the guy gave up his seat and said, "Hey girl, let's switch places, we'll take you up!" He then patted the shoulder of a rock music fan in front of him.

And so, escorted by a group of menacing rock fans, Xiao Fei was inexplicably moved from a position slightly to the left of the middle to the front row.

Bian Lang happened to see this scene. At the cost of missing a small measure, he pointed at Xiao Fei and continued singing: "I saw you again in the sea of ​​people, just as charming and beautiful. Slowly relax, slowly let go, still not caring... No need to say too much, I know what we really want to do... No need to care about so much, no need to be sad, one day you will understand me..."

After a sustained A4 note, Bian Lang continued with the chorus without any pause: "I no longer believe in any principles, people have become so indifferent... I no longer reminisce about the past, I am not the same person I used to be..."

As this part ended, Bian Lang changed his vocal placement, shifting the breath that had been pressing against the very tip of his vocal cords downwards slightly, creating a change in his voice from harsh to soft: "I have felt lonely, and I have been neglected by others, but I have never felt ashamed!"

Starting with the word "nothing," he pushed his breath up, and with a sharp, metallic quality and a hint of anger, he sang the four words "no place to hide" with unwavering determination, finally ending with an extra-long G4 note.

This shout startled the group of rock musicians who were sitting comfortably in the rest area, causing them to jump up and down.

"Wow! These lyrics, this voice! Why bring it up now? Wouldn't it be better to wait until after I've been selected?"

"I no longer believe in any principles; people have become so indifferent. These lyrics are so true!"

"Wow! Bian Lang is awesome!"

Old Zhao also stood up and applauded. Bian Lang's song and voice reminded him of the era 20 years ago when rock music was rampant in the Chinese music scene.

Back then, rock music didn't have any circles or factions. It was just a bunch of poor people who barely had enough to eat, but as long as there was a chance to perform, they would go up and sing their music for others even if they weren't paid!

Back then, rock music was clean and pure, every word was full of passion, and every angry line sung contained one's own attitude and thoughts!

Rock music fans back then were happy. No idol fans would look down on them, and they didn't need to hide their passionate "who cares" hearts under the cloak of civilization.

But nowadays, rock music is even less popular than folk music. Yet, people in the industry, including himself, still look down on each other. When they finally get a chance to participate in a suitable variety show, they all put on airs and engage in some kind of open and covert struggle.

The songs he writes now are all just self-pitying anger, completely devoid of any substance!

Music fans usually don't like to mention that they listen to rock music. They finally have a chance to listen to rock music at a variety show, but they still have to be teased by fans of pop singers and young idols.

When Bian Lang's song came out, it seemed to dispel all the knots in his heart that had been there for him for many years. Looking at the figure on the screen with his head down, playing the guitar, Lao Zhao decided to give this young brother a helping hand in the industry.

Huang Kai thought simply. He felt that this new rock song was so catchy that he hadn't heard anything comparable to "No Place to Hide" in at least the last 10 years, not even his own band's hit song. However, his desire to teach Bian Lang a lesson remained unchanged, only now the influence of his status under Magic Disc was gone, and it was entirely out of mutual respect between the two rock musicians.

Kapok, gripping the wheels, exclaimed, "If I could have a lead singer like that, I'd do anything!"

Wheel glanced at her, a mixture of worry and relief in his eyes: "Yes, being able to cooperate with him makes this trip worthwhile, even if it's just a one-time event!"

Bian Lang on stage was completely unaware of all this; he was simply immersed in his performance, the guitar in his hands seemingly becoming a part of his body. Although it didn't have the same exhilarating effect as playing the lead, he felt that the role of the rhythm guitar riff in "No Place to Hide" was more important than the lead.

He closed his eyes as he played on stage, recalling his unique memories of Yuan Diqiu playing this song—each memory so familiar yet so distant. But the smiling faces that appeared in his memories seemed to be cheering him on: "Bian Lang, do your best! Don't embarrass us!"

Thoughts lead to emotions, and emotions influence the rhythm: "I saw you again in the sea of ​​people, just as charming and beautiful... Slowly relax, slowly let go, still not caring..." The verses start again, and Bian Lang's pronunciation in the high range from E4 to A4 is as steady as ever, but the emotions in the lyrics are much fuller than the first time.

"There's no need to overstate what we really want to do. There's no need to worry about anything or be sad. Eventually, you'll understand me and stop believing in any principles..."

By this point in the song, the musicians in the rest area had already started shouting along, but most of them were singing off-key.

Helplessly, Xia Yuxi followed along with one of the young men who had gotten up to liven things up, only to find that she couldn't hit the high notes with her real voice. Xia Yuxi secretly made two sounds in her throat, then immediately shut up: "This is purely relying on the voice without any technique. I think I could do it if I practiced."

When the line came on, "No more reminiscing about the past, I'm not the same person I used to be..." Liu Yao, who had been standing and laughing, immediately pulled up the microphone and joined in.

"I've felt lonely and been neglected by others, but I've never felt ashamed. I no longer believe in any principles, I no longer believe, oh..."

When the chorus repeats this part, even music fans with a good ear for music can't help but scream along in a broken voice: "No more reminiscing about the past, I'm not the same person I used to be, I no longer believe in any principles, I no longer believe oh..."

The atmosphere at the scene reached its climax. Although the rock fans hadn't prepared any support supplies, their synchronized hand gestures and momentum when it came to keeping the rhythm were something that the younger fans of the stars couldn't match at all.

With the level of excitement at the event, Qin Ge believes it's the hottest music variety show this year!

The last line: "No more reminiscing about the past, I'm not the same person I used to be, ee... yo..." It ended with an extremely long note from G4 to A4. Bian Lang didn't continue playing the coda, but directly finished with a clean and crisp lingering note!

The explosive energy at the scene was abruptly cut off, but the subsequent burst of energy made the people in the adjacent lounge feel as if they were at a music festival.