Rock and Roll: Glorious Years

After the rhythm ended, the military song melody on the saxophone started again, and Bian Lang reached out again, shouting "One~two~three~four!" while gesturing numbers with his hands.

The video then switched to the area outside the small stage, where dozens of musicians were jumping and shouting along with the Nanyin music.

Although the number of attendees was small and couldn't compare to the scale of Cui Yongyuan's 92 Beijing Exhibition Center concert, the enthusiasm was no less. After all, it was the premiere of Water Blue Star, and this unprecedented theme in rock music brought a far greater shock to rock professionals than to the audience.

The verse continues, and Bian Lang continues his passionate outpouring: "Ask the heavens, ask the earth, how many more miles... Beg the wind, beg the rain, hurry away from me... So many mountains, so much water, I can't tell east from west... So many people, so many mouths, I can't make sense of anything..."

How to speak, how to act, that is truly being yourself... How to sing, how to chant, that brings true joy... As I walk, I think of snow-capped mountains and grasslands... As I walk, I sing of Leader MZX...

Upon hearing this, viewers, regardless of their circumstances, couldn't help but comment.

A white-collar worker on the subway, wearing headphones, who had been gently swaying to the music, unconsciously burst into profanity after saying this: "Holy shit, to hell with it, the lyrics to 'Bianlang' are too much! I'm asking you, who dares to start this nonsense?!"

The young rock musician in the park square, who had been enjoying the music on his headphones, angrily negotiated with the elderly folks dancing in the square. He connected to their Bluetooth speaker and started jumping around on it amidst the strange looks from the group of elderly people.

Now that these lyrics have been released, even the elderly are showing the same shocked expression!

"Hey, this song really hits the spot! I didn't expect you young people these days to have such high moral standards!"

"Oh my, which young person sang this? They really have the energy, but the rhythm is a bit too fast for choreography..."

"Young man, where are you listening to music? Come on, let me download this song to my phone..."

The taxi driver, nearing 50, heard a lyric playing on his passenger's phone and slammed on the brakes, stopping just before the light turned yellow. "Hey girl," he exclaimed, "whose song are you listening to? Share one with me, it's really catchy!"

The girl who was startled didn't complain at all; instead, she turned around and started recommending it to the driver...

The same situation is playing out in many different parts of China, and the popularity of Bianlang's live broadcast room is constantly rising as a result.

Bai Dao, unusually, took off his headphones, plugged in the speaker wires, and slid his swivel chair along with the rhythm, excitedly muttering, "That damn guy deserves it! Let's see what excuse he can come up with now." He was already planning how to praise him later.

"Oh~~~ Oh~~~ Oh~~~" As the chorus started again, the musicians at Sigu Bar began howling along: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!"

"Oh~~~ Oh~~~ Oh~~~ One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!"

"Oh~~~ Oh~~~ Oh~~~ One two three four five six seven!" If this were a concert, Bian Lang would probably have already handed the microphone to the audience.

Meanwhile, the comments on Bilibili were already starting to completely cover the screen:

"If music had a color, rock and roll would definitely be red!"

"It's so popular, so electrifying! Pop songs are still all about love and romance, but when rock music gets all romantic, it sends shivers down the spines of the entire nation!"

"These lyrics are written with such frank honesty and openness! It's a kind of romance imbued with rational brilliance and idealism!"

"Red inherently represents romance; this is the purest form of Chinese rock, this is the romance unique to us Chinese!"

"Holy crap! Now that I hear it, the Long March story is just so damn rock and roll!"

"That's so cool! Rock and roll and the Long March—I never thought these two things could be connected before. I just felt that our predecessors were much more rock and roll than we are now!"

"That's right. Our ancestors created the happy life we ​​have today with their lives and beliefs. Is there anything more Chinese, more rock and roll than this?"

"Damn it, someone else sent 1234567 comments for me!"

Chen Bing was beaming as he watched the number of comments and the steadily increasing viewership, which was nearing 80. But when he heard the data from the technical department showing the number of viewers increasing every second, cold sweat broke out on Chen Bing's forehead.

Bilibili claims that a personal live stream room can accommodate 100 million simultaneous viewers, but that's just a theoretical figure. In reality, no personal live stream room has ever reached that level of simultaneous online viewership.

According to the estimates given by the technical department, if this growth rate continues, the live stream will reach its peak in about 72 seconds.

The estimated duration of Bian Lang's song is 6 minutes and 19 seconds, and it has just passed three and a half minutes... This is a problem he had not imagined at all. He thought that around 50 simultaneous online viewers would be enough.

If a live stream mishap had occurred back then, the nickname "Little Bilibili" given to it by netizens would have been firmly established. However, Chen Bing felt somewhat unwilling to limit the number of viewers given this result.

Thinking of this, he immediately called the head of the technical department: "Old Yan, you need to think of a solution quickly. Bian Lang's live stream is about to explode. If there's a live stream accident, we'll both be in trouble."

Old Yan, who was also working overtime, retorted irritably, "By the time you tell me, it'll be too late. We're already optimizing the server structure, but I advocate for rate limiting. I can guarantee that there won't be any problems with the 100 million limit, but I can't guarantee anything if it exceeds that. After all, we only have 700 nodes in our CDN. No matter how much we optimize, we can't possibly cut off everyone else's live streams..."

Having said all that, Chen Bing made his decision: "Let's stop at 100 million!"

The people in charge of Yuncun and Xiazi are now regretting their momentary hesitation!

Putting aside the musicality, just look at the lyrics—who would dare to criticize them!

After a brief interlude, Bian Lang, who had wandered around the stage, returned to the microphone stand and continued shouting:

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

The sound was as intense as an eruption of lava, or as sparks flying from the stage in all directions, threatening to ignite everything.

Bian Lang stood there upright and sang, giving people the feeling that this is power, this is fire, this is fearlessness of not yielding, not reconciling, not compromising, and not blindly following others, as well as perseverance and persistence.

Seeing this scene, Xia Yuxi recalled the events from the variety show, and while shocked, she suddenly felt envious of Bian Lang: "I'm so envious of his open and honest way of singing. He can sing however he wants without considering the company, capital, or the market!"

Bian Lang's singing continued: "I've heard of it, but never seen it, 25,000 li... Some say it, some say it, some say it, how do you know it's not easy... Walking and thinking, snow-capped mountains and grasslands... Walking and singing, leader MZX..."

Bian Lang quickened his pace, making the Long March, a seemingly abstract concept in most people's minds, suddenly come alive with vivid imagery. It was as if one could truly see tens of thousands of ancestors climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands, accelerating their progress towards the great and lofty ideal of the Chinese nation, all in the hope of achieving that grand goal as soon as possible!

And everything in China today proves that they not only succeeded, but they succeeded exceptionally well!

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

These four slogans were shouted by the entire band together. Their passionate, uplifting, and uninhibited spirit allowed the audience in front of the screen to feel the power that rock music brought them.

After the lyrics are finished, the high-energy interlude from the original version begins.