Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 135 Ant is fine (please subscribe, please vote)

After a tour, Chen Shuting and Lao Luo discussed it and deliberately arranged for everyone to go to the fields to pull vegetables and fruits, catch free-range chickens and cook by themselves.

In addition to being good at turning tofu, Bian Lang's other cooking tasks are done with his mouth. According to his own words: "This is the basic quality of a foodie!"

In the end, he and Dayong pulled a lot of peanuts from Lao Luo's field, planning to make fried peanuts to drink with at night.Bian Lang also took Lao Luo's homemade bacon and exchanged it with fellow villagers outside the park for two large watermelons from the field.

This allowed Bian Lang to see a bit of team building, and those who couldn't cook helped out. In half an afternoon, when eight dishes and one soup of home-cooked dishes were served, everyone still had to I feel a sense of accomplishment in my heart.

Let these dozens of people with very different personalities and tempers have some team cohesion besides music.Especially for someone like Jin Ma who has just joined the job and is a bit socially intimidated, except for being somewhat confident when talking about music in the company, he is completely transparent at other times.

But today is different. He who came from the mountains of Dian Province is much more powerful than those who grew up in other cities.From catching the chickens to slaughtering them to bleeding them and removing their feathers, it was all done in one go; chopping firewood and lighting the fire for the big stove were really nimble.At least for a few hours today, he has absolute say in the team.

Niu Bo, who arrived with the filming team in the afternoon, looked at the environment and life here and sighed: "If there is a BJ here, it will be a fairy-like little day!"

"Teacher Niu, if you like it, you can move to Yunnan Province. Then we will be neighbors. If you have nothing to do, we can arrange to come to Lao Luo's place to play and live a life like a paradise in the city."

Hearing this, Niu Bo already had an idea in his mind, but he didn't say it out immediately.

During the meal, Lao Luo raised his wine glass and said, "I didn't entertain you well today. I have to make it yourself. However, the ingredients here are guaranteed to be purely ecological and organic. I asked fellow villagers to raise pigs for the bacon, so I made it myself." , I also raise my own chickens and grow my own vegetables. Although they are all potatoes, peanuts, cornmeal and side dishes, they taste more like home than those in restaurants outside. Only when I treat you as one of my own will I do this. Treated."

Hearing this, everyone felt the same. After all, just go to a restaurant outside to prepare a table and pay for it. If it doesn't taste good, you can still give a five-star review.But this kind of meal, which can be made by yourself from the time you collect the ingredients, can really give people the warmth of a family banquet.

In today's fast-paced society, this kind of warmth is so precious that it is enough to completely ignore the small flaw in the taste of the dishes.

The liquor I drank was also roasted by the fellow villagers. It was spicy and drunk when I drank it, but it was very heartwarming.

The meal was endless. As soon as the main course was put away, Lao Luo led everyone to light his own brazier. When the barbecue net was put up, Bian Lang had room to play.In addition, Ling'an is the most famous hometown of tofu flipping in Yunnan Province. The high-quality materials and skillful tofu flipping skills made Lao Luo sigh: "If you stop singing in the future, the two of us will have a whole tofu stall on Ke Street." , This little life is also comfortable."

Dong Youbian quietly sat down next to the brazier at some point. He always grabbed one when no one was paying attention and ate it happily.

When a group of band members get together and have fun together, playing music is indispensable.

Guitars, tambourines, hand discs and other musical instruments all came together. A roofless hemispherical building was used as a natural reverberation, and a small concert began.

The first ones to go up were Liang Zi and the others. Their song "Xian'er" turned the ant nest into a music scene in an instant.

Especially the sentence: "I feel at ease when I fall into the world. I am a carefree fairy in the sky. I don't care about the secular world. I only care about the fine wine..." Niu Bo felt that it was different from the current environment. It's a perfect match.

Later, Kapok went up and sang "Cold Rainy Night". Although her singing skills were not as good as Bian Lang's, but with the introduction of true emotions, she sang the song with her own flavor.

Jin Ma was also named by Bian Lang to play a song. As soon as the accent that was very characteristic of the Yunnan dialect came out, everyone who listened to it would probably be led astray.

Although someone in the studio whispered that this song sounded more like a donkey's braying, Bian Lang heard the word sincerity in his immersed performance.

Moreover, Jin Ma's "crazy energy" on stage was in sharp contrast to his shyness and social fear off stage.

"You are really born to be on stage! Sister Chen, please sign up for the Golden Horse after the internship is over. This little boy of mine will definitely give everyone a surprise in the future."

Chen Shuting was a little confused. She also saw some potential in Jinma that might be popular, but she was not as sure as Bian Lang.

But when she thought of the songs in Studio Tun, she felt relieved instantly.

A group of people played impromptu for a while, and Dong Youbian was inevitably pushed up.

Holding the guitar and playing the prelude for a long time, people heard her pyrotechnic singing voice: "There is a gurgling mist between us, but the summer night wind can't blow it away..."

Dong Youbian used this song as a metaphor, but I don’t know if Bian Lang understood it.She glanced at Bian Lang with her peripheral vision, and saw that Bian Lang was listening with his eyes closed, and his hands were still playing the rhythm on her thighs. She simply stopped worrying, and raised her voice by an octave to A4, with her eyes closed. Keep singing.

As a folk singer, there are not many high notes like this, and the way she sings is quite relaxed.

Without a mixer or speakers, the pure sound of the acoustic guitar and Dong Youbian's slightly operatic vocals collided and reflected back and forth in the natural reverberation of the hemispherical building, making Bian Lang hear a completely different music. The smell of the festival.

<divclass="contentadv">Occasionally, notes leaked out through the holes of the hollow bricks and were blown back by the night wind. The faint whistle became a unique accompaniment, as if the building itself was a musical instrument.

"This voice is really clean, but I don't know where the limit of her voice is. If the mixed voice can sing whistle, it would be perfect. Let Sister Chen think of a way to recruit people, then Nightwish's basic plan will be ready , Even if you are not as good as Sister Ta, you can still reach the level of Sister Floor if you practice hard, but the height contrast is so big..."

Thinking about it, one day he might hear Dong Youbian, who is only 1.6 meters tall, being surrounded by a group of heavy metal musicians in the center of the stage and singing: "Take heed dear heart once a part, she can touch nor menor you..." Bian Lang felt in his heart that this scene was absolutely exciting and shocking!

Dong Youbian finished the song and received countless applause.

The one who worked the hardest was naturally Dong Shuxian. Amid everyone’s booing, the violin professor from Xinghai also came on stage to play a piece for everyone.His classical music skills over the past few decades have impressed a group of rock music players.

"It turns out that my family has been playing classical music. I must have listened to these since I was a child. No wonder I have some opera singing skills." With this judgment, Bian Lang became more interested in Dong Youbian.

Bian Lang, the big boss, naturally couldn't escape the fate of going on stage. When he said to sing a new song, Liang Zi shouted: "Brother Lang, wait a minute, I'll start a live broadcast!"

"Reward and confiscation!" Bian Lang joked with him with a smile, and then said to Dayong: "Reggae, give me a drum."

Hearing that it was reggae, Dayong became curious: "Why do you like to play reggae so much recently?"

"It's easy to play..." After saying this, Bian Lang pressed an F chord and began to strum and sing:

"Ant ant ant ant ant locust's thigh, ant ant ant ant ant ant dragonfly's eyes, ant ant ant ant ant ant butterfly's wings, ant ant ant ant ant ant no problem..."

A series of real voices completed the effective enunciation between F4, G4, and A4. Seeing Bian Lang's relaxed energy while looking around at the audience, the music-savvy people would be envious to death.In their view, being able to sing well is a big threshold in itself, and those who can sing so easily and freely are the ones who will be immortalized sooner or later, and there is no point in envying them.

Listening to these words, Lao Luo laughed and the wrinkles on his face directly covered his eyes.The scene described in the first three lyrics is not the situation in his ant nest.

Hollow bricks, the most inconspicuous building materials, and broken pottery fragments at the entrance of old kilns, are exactly what these damaged wastes, such as locust thighs, dragonfly eyes, and butterfly wings, symbolize.And the whole construction process is as complicated and grand as moving ants!

When the real main song came together, Lao Luo finally realized Bian Lang's ability to compose lyrics on the spot: "There are no more than two acres of land in the world. If I don't plant in winter, nothing will grow in summer. I don't have a rainbow." There are no oxen or plows, only an ax in my hand... When I see the sun on a cloudy day, I also see myself. When it rains on a sunny day, I am grateful. A friend comes to visit and treats him to a piece of watermelon rind. When an enemy comes, he sneezes at him. …”

Hua Yan, who had just finished chewing a piece of watermelon, held a piece of watermelon rind in her hand, looked at it again and again, and finally couldn't help but sneeze.

"There are 360 ​​five days in a year divided into four seasons, and the five grains are peanuts, red dates, tears, and millet. Think of your neighbor's daughter listening to the radio and see that my ideals are still buried in the soil..."

As soon as this sentence came out, Dong Youbian started to get goosebumps all over his body.The ideal seed of rock music in her body is now buried in the soil. It has sprouted after being watered by the two rains in Bianlang. But will the sunshine, rain, dew and nutrients needed for future growth also have to come from the side? Lang this keeps asking for?

This is a question that requires careful consideration!

"What I plant in winter are watermelons and beans, but what I receive in summer is empty joy. The sun shines on this land at eight or nine o'clock, and there are ten beads of sweat on my head, but I have no temper..."

Now these two lyrics, in the hearts of all rock people, are the most apt metaphor for the current situation of rock music.In this winter of rock music, even the sun at eight or nine o'clock cannot inject some warmth into this winter. They are sweating profusely for their ideals, but in the face of the summer where no shadow can be seen, these rock and roll people can't even inject some warmth into this winter. If you have a temper, you can only take it out on yourself!

Bian Lang's song continued: "I have no worries about the past. I am just an ant. My arms and thighs are all the same thin when I am born. No matter what kind of clothes other people wear, our brothers' skin will always be dark..."

As soon as he finished this sentence, Huang Kai didn't care about any interruptions and took the lead in cheering: "It's so careless in writing. No matter what other people wear, our rock and roll brothers' hearts and bodies will always be the same." color."

The chorus started again and again, and a group of people had started singing along: "Ant ant ant ant ant locust's thigh... ant ant ant ant ant ant no problem..."

After singing along three times in a row, Bian Lang's articulation speed suddenly accelerated: "ant ant ant ant ant ant ant ant ant locust's thigh, ant ant ant ant ant ant ant ant dragonfly's eyes, ant ant ant ant ant ant ant ant butterfly's wings, Ant ant ant ant ant ant no problem..."

Bian Lang swayed his body while singing, and his mind was full of the way Zhang Chu sang this song on stage when he was young.

Plaid shirt and rolled up cuffs, tucked into jeans with a belt…

The hands were hanging down without making fists, but the veins on the backs of the hands were obviously bulging, as if they were accumulating strength to grab the air.

More than 110 A4s and more than 130 G4s. Zhang Chu didn't miss a word during the whole process. His eyes glanced at the camera lens from time to time. The head he just raised seemed to show off to everyone: "Hey! I just sing, brother." It’s so easy and freehand!”

Also like Bianlang at this moment, it feels like every little thing in life can be used to write a song, and the principles behind it can make you feel the same without having to think too much.

And it is difficult for professional singers to hit the high notes reliably, but for him it is just a matter of opening his mouth.