Rock and Roll: Glorious Years

And so, after this performance, Bian Lang and his group not only got the Russian guy to insist on paying for their tickets, but also received very obvious hints from several girls.

However, the guys all knew they were on a TV show and couldn't do anything reckless.

After Bian Lang had eaten and drunk his fill, he told the Russian brother the song title, then packed up a bunch of barbecue and beer to take back to the hotel, because Lunzi had sent him a WeChat message inviting him to have a couple of drinks.

After Bian Lang left, Xiao Biao started bragging: "Brother Lang is a true god. He can come up with this song on cue. What kind of brain and inspiration does he have? He can even use the brand of Tonica guitar strings to write lyrics, and he even managed to make the Russians cry?"

"You have to admit it, look at the way those foreign girls look at Bian Lang, they practically want to devour him!"

"He's really handsome. What was Magic Disc thinking back then? Why did they have to sign Li Yiliang?"

While the group continued drinking and chatting, a Russian internet celebrity posted a recorded video on Weibo. The title was: "The Chinese musician who understands us best."

Following the location given by Lunzi, Bianlang found the beach and saw Lunzi squatting under a coconut tree, looking towards the beach.

Following his gaze, a slender figure sat on a beach chair under a thatched hut, gazing at the sea, long hair billowing in the sea breeze. If Wheel hadn't been there, Bian Lang wouldn't have been sure who the person was; but since Wheel was there, the person on the beach was undoubtedly Mu Mian.

Bian Lang walked by, nudged the wheel with his elbow, and whispered, "What's going on? If you like her, just go for it! Dragging your feet doesn't make you look like a rock musician at all."

"Oh dear! She just broke up with her boyfriend recently..."

Are you a backup plan? Or a simp?

"Uh, no, she's always treated me like one of the guys..."

Overall, it's still a story of a "simp," but whether he ends up with nothing or everything remains to be seen.

Bian Lang suddenly remembered the scene of Mu Mian staring out the window at the rain from the car, and now she was running to the beach alone to enjoy the breeze. He felt that it would probably take some time for this matter to pass.

Thinking about the upcoming adapted match and his bet with Pan Jianhu, he felt it was necessary to talk to Mu Mian.

"Are you going or not?" Bian Lang asked Lunzi, pointing in the direction of the kapok tree.

Lunzi was a little hesitant, but after thinking it over, he finally picked up the barbecue and beer that Bianlang had brought and followed them.

Hearing a noise behind her, Mu Mian turned around and saw Bian Lang and Lun Zi. She smiled and said, "It's alright, just leave me alone for a while."

"I brought you some food, I was afraid you wouldn't be able to record the show tomorrow morning, so I came to see you!" Bian Lang's excuse was terrible, but Mu Mian found it very heartwarming.

The three of them drank on the beach with the sea breeze. After half an hour, Mu Mian was probably a little tipsy, or maybe she really didn't want to hold it in anymore, so she took the initiative to talk about her own experiences.

"You know what? That guy actually proposed to me! A proposal! For a woman, that's... well, you wouldn't understand... But he wants me to give up playing in the band, saying my family doesn't approve, and that we'll have kids after we get married..."

"Fuck him, does he love me, or does he just treat me like a breeding machine?"

"I, Kapok, swear! Unless I myself can no longer play, no one can force me to give up playing rock and roll!"

As she spoke, Kapok's angry voice turned into a sob, and rain began to fall again from the sky.

"But I'm heartbroken! Six years of my youth, and in the end, it's all for nothing compared to his family's insistence that we have to have a child right after we get married!"

"Brother, if your family is against it, why are you even proposing? Can't you just break up amicably?"

As she spoke, Mu Mian rushed into the rain. Lunzi tried to pull her back but Bian Lang stopped her, saying, "Let her vent before you go. Hurry back to your room and get a bathrobe and towel." Hearing this, Lunzi gave Bian Lang a thumbs up and then ran back in the rain.

Kapok knelt on the beach, her face upturned, letting the rain lash her cheeks, continuing to howl:

"What's wrong with me liking rock music? He even went to our band members and told them not to be a stumbling block in our relationship..."

"I don't want to put them in a difficult position, so I'll just back out myself, but I don't want to give up..."

Hearing this, Bian Lang finally understood why Mu Mian came to this show; she wanted to continue playing but didn't want to stay in the same environment.

Although the rain wasn't cold enough for Lucheng's temperature, a faint sense of melancholy lingered on the beach, accompanied by the sea breeze.

At this moment, Bian Lang's habit of humming a song whenever something happened struck again, and the image that came to mind was the most sorrowful rain in the history of Chinese rock:

"Walking in the rain, the blue streetlights gradually appear, we gaze at each other, silently embracing, searching for the past, for the warm past, which has vanished... Let the rain fall on my face, indistinguishable from the water droplets and tear stains, my heart is even more chaotic, a thousand strands of sorrow entangled, my sudden change in attitude, unintentionally hurting her with my words, I can't stop..."

Although it was an a cappella performance without accompaniment and sung in Cantonese, the sorrow and grief in the song were still undeniable.

Drawn by the singing, Kapok turned back into the thatched hut, dried her hair with the towel Wheel had brought her, lit a cigarette, and listened quietly.

"On this cold, rainy night, I'm by your side, hoping you'll know. Do you know my heart has changed since then? We're just forcing ourselves to stay together... On this cold, rainy night, I don't want to go home, afraid to see your back. I can only smile bitterly at the raindrops. I should have made things clear, but I don't have the courage to try..."

Kapok had heard some Cantonese songs before and could roughly guess their meaning. Especially this part just now, according to her understanding, Bian Lang was written on the spot with her as inspiration, and she couldn't find a song more suitable to express her current feelings!

Wheel couldn't quite grasp it; he could only tell the song was sad, but he didn't know the specifics. However, he silently added, "If only I had a guitar!"

Bian Lang glanced at the two people who were practically squeezing together, chuckled, snatched the cigarette that Lunzi had just lit, took a drag, and continued singing:

"Walking in the rain, tasting the water, it's as if, at the end of this moment, love has faded, the union remains unfulfilled, leaving behind fragments of memories, unintentionally..."

At this point, he added a guitar interlude in his mind before continuing: "On this cold rainy night, I'm by your side, hoping you'll know, but do you know my heart has changed since then, we're just barely getting along... On this cold rainy night, I don't want to go home, afraid to see your back, I can only smile bitterly at the raindrops, you should know I need to make things clear, but unfortunately I don't have the courage to try..."

The following two-minute section, which could be called the strongest bass solo in Chinese rock on Earth, was something Bian Lang didn't even bother to imagine; he just started humming the ending: "Wow... Oh... Oh... Oh ah... Oh... Oh oh... Oh..."

When she finished singing and looked back, Mu Mian, who was already wrapped in a bathrobe, rested her head on Lun Che's shoulder. The cigarette in her hand had burned out. Mu Mian raised her hand to take another puff, but the ash and the last spark were blown away by the wind as she raised her hand.

"This is really well written. Have you thought of a name yet?"

Bian Lang was taken aback for a moment, then, in a storytelling tone, said, "'Cold Rainy Night'! It's about a band with two brothers, the older brother named Wong Ka Kui and the younger brother named Wong Ka Keung. The younger brother, like you, broke up with his girlfriend of six years to pursue his musical dreams..."