Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 15: No more hesitation (please continue to read, please vote for recommendation)

As soon as the Cantonese lyrics came out, Dayong was so shocked that he almost slammed his head on the ride cymbal.

His hometown is in Guangdong Province, and he rarely goes back after graduating from high school. He used to hang out in BJ, but now he comes to Spring City. Apart from calling with his family, he rarely has the opportunity to communicate in Cantonese.Now that he was unprepared, as soon as this inspirational local accent came out, the unique cultural sentiment nourished by the nine tones and six tones instantly broke Dayong's defenses.

Li Yiliang, who was standing with his back to the door of the store, suddenly came back to his senses, frowned, stared at Bian Lang and listened carefully.

"Who determines whether I go or stay, determines the universe in my heart, I just want to rely on my hands to wave to the ideal..."

"Ask me how high the sky is, your ambition is higher than the sky, and you can live until you are old with the mentality of being confident that you can't be killed..."

After a double-stepping and left-hand snare drum single-double jump, the song enters the chorus part: "Oh~oh, oh, I have a story in my heart, and I write every part of the gains and losses, tears, sorrows, and dreams... "

Upon hearing this sentence, Li Yiliang turned from shock to anger.

It turned out that the lyrics on that page, which he abandoned like a shoe, were actually sung in Cantonese, and after singing it, it was so jaw-dropping and inspiring!

And Dayong was already on the verge of tears. He stopped playing and just listened with his mouth half open, for fear of missing any word.

Hearing the sound of the drum set, the other two partners of the piano shop also came over.Seeing Dayong's reddened eyes, the two looked at each other, already thinking about it.

Wei Lan was a little glad that he stayed and listened to this new song. While he was glad, he felt endless regret. After regretting, he felt relieved that "it should have been like this": "Cantonese songs are written like this, what can I do if I sign a magic disc?" ? What if you don’t sign the magic disc?”

Just as everyone was expecting, Bian Lang suddenly stopped: "Brother Yong, that's the way it is for the second half of the song, what do you think?"

Dayong suddenly came to his senses when he heard this, rubbed his eyes and complained: "You are singing halfway, you really want to die of anxiety! If those old antiques are here, you will be sent to the hospital by your anger."

After smacking for a while, he continued: "I didn't really listen to the drums just now, but I think there's nothing wrong with your editing. Even with your Cantonese pronunciation, there are a few things I don't quite understand...send me the lyrics. , let me correct it for you."

"Hey! Let's just say that Brother Yong is reliable! It's really a big help! Can you help me adjust the drums when recording the song?" Bian Lang put down the drum sticks, took out his mobile phone and said.

"I have to do it! Don't rush to record. First practice all the pronunciation of Cantonese correctly before recording. It's really not easy to produce such a rock song in Cantonese. If you ruin the song, I will block the door of your sister's shop with a drum set to drive away customers. go."

When Li Yiliang heard this, the fire in his heart was stronger than before. It had only been a few days since Bian Lang, and he was so worried that there were sparks and lightning all the way.He was oppressed at every turn, and the most important thing was that among these old relationships, everyone was better to Bian Lang than him.

He didn't want to speak at first, but now he feels that he can change his mind in an instant without saying anything: "Brother Yong, please think about the band's affairs carefully, and we will go back and wait for your good news."

"Ah? This..."

Seeing that Dayong started to hesitate, Bian Lang smiled and added: "Brother Yong, you don't need to move when you come to my place. We are here in Spring City. You can still pick up the children from school after rehearsal every day."

"Bian Lang, aren't you clearly saying that you can't get along with me? Brother Yong, don't listen to his nonsense. We all know the big environment of Spring City. How do you play music? Don't talk about a good recording studio. I want to find some more. It’s difficult to play an instrument!”

Li Yiliang's words, Bian Lang, the hometown treasure, didn't like to hear them the most. He was a native of Yunnan Province for two generations, and he hated people to bury his hometown. The key point was that Li Yiliang himself was also from Yunnan Province.

"That's right, raising a white-eyed wolf like you is also dirtying the water and soil of Spring City!"

As soon as these words came out, a partner of the music store who is also a fellow villager also chimed in: "Yeah, what's wrong with you in Chuncheng? Don't pretend to be a bigot like me. Our store is small and we don't have any musical instruments that you like."

Being choked up like this, Li Yiliang wanted to get angry, but felt that what he said just now was indeed a bit inappropriate, and was about to open his mouth to make amends, but Wei Lan stopped him: "Sorry guys, Yiliang didn't mean that, guys Don't take it personally. Mr. Chen, please think carefully about the cooperation, and we will leave first."

After finishing speaking, his face sank, and he pulled Li Yiliang out of the piano shop.

Seeing the two of them walking away, Dayong asked: "Lang, you didn't lie to me. The band is really in Chuncheng, not going to BJ?"

"Don't go, just go to Chuncheng! It's not a matter of sleeping on the plane now, why do you have to squeeze BJ to go? There is no shed in Chuncheng, so you can just fly there to record after you arrange it. Why do you have to go there every day to inhale the fog? haze?"

In his last life, Bianlang spent the last time in the hospital, and he regretted staying in BJ for a long time before. He dare not say whether his leukemia is directly related to smoking smog every day, but he feels that he can at least live longer by staying in Yunnan Province. Year.

The worst he can do is spend more time with his mother!

Therefore, although what Li Yiliang said is correct, he will never stay in BJ for a long time if he has the opportunity to choose after living a new life.

The key is that he has the support of those excellent works on Earth. If he doesn't join the BJ circle, there will be people who smell it and come to him!

"Can this Cantonese rock be produced?" Dayong asked again.

Bian Lang thought about it in his mind and replied seriously: "One or two albums are fine, any more will be nerve-wracking." He remembered that Beyond's total number of songs was more than 100, and there were about 50 that were widely sung, and he could just pick them up casually. There are 20 songs that are regarded as classics. If there were more, I would have to go through the playlist to recall them one by one.

"Don't brag! Don't say too much, if I can produce a piece, I, Chen Shaoyong, will play drums for you for the rest of my life!" Dayong said this from the bottom of his heart.

There is no shortage of Cantonese pop songs here, but Cantonese rock is either nuclear or black metal. The communication ability is too weak, and it is difficult to spread it in the circle, let alone face the public.

If he really can participate in a Cantonese rock album that is comparable to the quality of the song just now, then he, a Cantonese, can be regarded as the capital of his ancestors, so what if he will be the drummer for Bian Lang for the rest of his life?

"I won't brag, as long as you come!"

Faced with Bian Lang's affirmative answer, Dayong nodded: "Okay, then I will think about it!"

The two partners can see now that Dayong is really tempted this time, and after looking at each other, they say yes:

"Brother Yong, what are you thinking about? You didn't see the envious and jealous eyes of those two people just now. It's no problem to invite those drummers of the generation to come out of the mountain with this song. If you come to this village, there will be no such shop!"

"Yeah, Brother Yong. It's a waste of resources to let you, a great god, stay in our small temple. Only by teaching children can we cultivate a few rock lovers. If this song is to be released, it will affect not only dozens or hundreds of people, but some It may be a generation! Don't worry, the members here will be reserved for you..."

Bian Lang nodded silently after hearing this. He decided to take this path when he listened to Guns N' Roses' "Don'tcry" in high school.

"Brother Yong, think about your children instead of yourself. When he grows up and competes with others for his father, everyone will be the second generation. Your son said it was my father who played rock and roll, and they asked him What works, how do you ask him to answer? Nostrils upturned and blowing to people: My father dismantled 7 other bands?"

"Damn!" Dayong roared, his voice was tens of decibels higher, the words hit his heart!

When the song became popular, he would have to shake his dreadlocks when he went to hold a parent-teacher meeting for his son. Thinking that his son's young female teachers might become fans of the band in the future, Dayong felt very refreshed!

"What's the name of the song you wrote?" Dayong asked after recovering.

""No longer hesitate""

"No more hesitation! No more hesitation!" Dayong said silently twice, then squinted at Bian Lang: "Wow! You are using songs to point me out, aren't you? Why didn't I see that you have this before?" Great talent? Okay, that’s it for now, hurry up and find the rehearsal venue..."