Rock and Roll: Glorious Years

In the afternoon, at the Nanyin Records recording studio, several musicians who came to watch the excitement listened to "The Flying Insects" and exclaimed in amazement at how Bian Lang's brain was structured, as he could not only write but also write in any style.

Moreover, their understanding differed from that of the parents and teachers in the kindergarten. They didn't have preconceived notions about children's songs. They all felt that although the song was short, it would be a very catchy love song in the pop music market.

As for betraying rock and roll, they genuinely couldn't bring themselves to say that to Bian Lang. The quality of the songs Bian Lang has released so far surpasses that of any of them, and all of them are well-received by the industry and the market.

Even official media outlets have endorsed him, so it's no exaggeration to call him a leading figure among the new generation of rock musicians. He just made a song as a hobby for his little niece to sing, so what?

The original arrangement's outro was on the guzheng. Bian Lang knew a little but wasn't very good at it. Fortunately, Tong Qi, the female keyboardist in the Magpie Band, was a guzheng proficiency test taker in her youth, so she was able to come and help out.

The song, including Bian Lang's backing vocals and Tong Qi's guzheng, only had four tracks in total, and the recording was finished in less than an afternoon.

This is how the third officially recorded and released work produced by Rolling Stone Studio was born. I registered an account for my little niece on NetEase Cloud Music, and Bian Lang uploaded the song there.

Children don't have the same complicated understanding of this as adults. Seeing her song uploaded to a music platform, Zhang Qin happily announced, "From now on, I can use my own money to buy you all gifts! I'll buy Grandpa a new pair of glasses, Mom a face mask, and Uncle a guitar..."

Hearing that she had arranged gifts for the whole family, Bian Lan laughed and said, "Take care of yourself first..."

Bian Lang suddenly felt that this was not necessarily true, after all, this song was incredibly popular on Earth.

Pan Jianhu, who had been listening in the background, was also in a playful mood and immediately made a decision: "Bian Lang, this song is for your little niece to play by herself, and the company doesn't need to share it."

Bian Lang said, "Qinqin, hurry up and thank Uncle Pan." But in his heart, he was thinking, "Brother Hu, don't blame me for tricking you if you regret it later."

Bian Lang declined Zhang's father's invitation to dinner, as he still needed to oversee the various bands' rehearsals of "Dye the Night Black" at the Nanyin Conservatory of Music. Before leaving, Bian's father called him to a secluded spot, pulled out a bank card, and handed it to him: "I heard from your sister that you invited Europeans to come and record a song for you. There's a million in here; the PIN is your birthday."

Bian Lang didn't reach out to take it; his heart was warmed, but his nose also felt a little sore.

"Aren't you afraid my mom will find out?"

"The money I saved for your future wife..."

Hearing this, Lang felt like he was about to lose his composure. Having never known what fatherly love was in his past life, he was completely captivated by Bian Hai's seemingly casual move.

Bian Lang shoved the card back, feigning nonchalance, and said, "Thank you, Dad. Please thank Mom for me too. I don't need the money for now. I'll ask the family if I need it..."

At the same time, lyrics were surging in his mind, but he choked up and couldn't sing them:

"Dedicate yourselves to me without end, no matter how difficult it may be, no matter what comes next..."

They dedicate themselves to me endlessly, laughing and talking about joy and sorrow with ease...

Your devotion to me is endless; even when we are far apart, it will not be lost...

"They have given me endlessly, and how can I repay them? I could give my whole life..."

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Meanwhile, Zhang Qin's homeroom teacher, Zhang Feier, had just returned home after finishing her schedule for the next day. She edited the video of "The Little Insects Fly" that she had obtained from other teachers and posted it on her WeChat Moments: "The student's parents put in a lot of effort and wrote a song specifically for the child's performance."

After sending the message, she put down her phone and went to catch up on sleep. When she woke up around mealtime and looked at her phone, Zhang Feier was completely dumbfounded by the WeChat messages that were about to explode.

Not to mention the various replies and likes on his WeChat Moments, even classmates he hadn't contacted since graduating from university sent him WeChat messages.

She clicked on the link and was completely stunned: "Zhang Qin's uncle is actually Bian Lang?"

Although Zhang Feier didn't like rock music, the commotion Bian Lang and his friends had caused online these past few days was considerable, and as someone who regularly followed the world through Weibo, she naturally knew about it. She even downloaded the songs and listened to them. While she wasn't particularly fond of rock music, she was completely captivated by Bian Lang's good looks.

"Ah! She didn't even recognize me when she was right in front of me... I should have guessed, Qinqin's mother's surname is also Bian..."

Just then, her train of thought was interrupted by a message tagging her in the university group chat. She clicked on it and saw:

"@Phil, is Bian Lang really that bad?"

"@Phil, Bian Lang's daughter is already so big?"

"@Phil, who is his wife? Are they divorced?"

Seeing the questions from the female classmates, Zhang Feier realized she might have caused Bian Lang trouble, so she quickly explained in the group chat, "He's the uncle of one of the kids in our class!"

Upon hearing this, all the single girls in the group cheered in unison:

"@Phil, are there any more shows like this? When? Let me know in advance!"

"@Phil, could you please get my contact information..."

"@Phil, does he like kids that much? How many should we have in the future...?"

Zhang Feier ignored the messages in the group chat, switched to WeChat, and went to Weibo to find Bian Lang's super topic. Sure enough, the video had been uploaded by some guy in her WeChat Moments.

While many were trying to confirm whether this was Bian Lang, the Little Witch directly released a link to "The Little Insect Flies." Upon seeing that the lyrics and music were written and composed by Hua Yue, the supertopic exploded.

"What's wrong with Bian Lang? Has he gotten so arrogant just because he's gained a little fame? Is this the prelude to betraying rock and roll?"

"...What's the big deal? It's probably just something people wrote for fun."

"No, no, they've started writing children's songs already. What does this mean?"

"He wrote this song for his little niece. You guys shouldn't be so neurotic, okay? As long as Bian keeps releasing rock songs, I won't stop being a fan even if he writes pop songs for others!"

"Heh, I don't think so..."

"We need to unite, how can we fight amongst ourselves at a time like this?"

"Get lost! You're using all that fan culture stuff, are you going to start a whole fan club too? Low-class! People like you will ruin Bianlang sooner or later..."

"Heh, you think you're so great, rocking the scene? I don't care, we Jinzi are just wild and unrestrained..."

Although only a small number of radical rock music fans have spoken out, it is true that among those who like Bianlang, there are now two camps: fans and music enthusiasts.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Feier exited Weibo, found Bian Lan's phone number, took a deep breath, and then pressed the dial button.