Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 32: The friendship of fighting nations (please read and recommend)

After sending Pan Jianhu away, Bian Lang felt a little hungry. He opened the takeaway software and looked around, and found that many of Lucheng's midnight snacks were open after one or two o'clock, so he decided to experience the city by himself. Fireworks.

After inquiring about the route in the hotel lobby, the young lady at the front desk saw that he was handsome, and she kindly introduced to him how to distinguish which stores are rip-offs and which ones are affordable, so she skipped work and took Bian Lang with her.

After thanking the young lady, I walked for 10 minutes and arrived at Dadonghai Night Market.

Good guy, the thick-haired girls in this half street and the smell of big dirt in their mouths made Bian Lang suspect that he was not in the southernmost tip of the motherland, but in Manchuria in the northern Xinjiang.

Look at the food at the night market again. There are all kinds of seafood, barbecue, fried ice, and fresh-cut fruits. There are no empty tables on the street. No matter how big it is at 11 o’clock in the evening, they are all bald little boys who don’t like to sleep baby.

Just when Bian Lang was wondering whether to favor grilled sea urchin or shrimp sliders, someone from a stall not far away suddenly called him: "Bian Lang, here it is!" He turned around and saw that it was the drummer and several other musicians he had just formed. .

"Don't call me when you're doing team building with others. It seems that the team awareness needs to be strengthened!" Bian Lang muttered and walked over.

There was a performance by Maozi's band in the small square of the night market. Bian Lang couldn't understand what was being sung in Russian, but with the combination of accordion and acoustic guitar, you could feel the strong Soviet style just by looking at it. The melody of the long tone, coupled with the old lead singer's hysterical flicking of the tongue, a burst of cannon fire, the sad atmosphere of wounded soldiers and mourning flooded the face.

Having a barbecue while drinking draft beer is somewhat inappropriate.

Sure enough, someone at the same table couldn't stand listening: "How come the fighting nation is not passionate at all? With all these tragic things, no wonder they were dragged into disintegration by the United States."

It was originally a joke, but Brother Maozi, who was sitting next to them, was not happy when he heard it. He responded with a pure Northeastern accent: "What? Why are we bothering you by expressing our patriotic feelings? You can do it!"

"Come on, come on. Are we, a group of professionals, afraid of running bands?" The people at the same table were not shy. The whole table was filled with rock music players. We can't be outdone by Maozi in our own country. The key is to drink. A lot of wine, but you may not be so impulsive on a normal day!

The voices of both of them were loud. After this back and forth, there were naturally some compatriots from the two countries who loved to watch the excitement.

Brother Maozi was quite happy in this area, so he immediately got up and went to make arrangements for a few people.

The buddy who spoke was rubbing his hands, and said to Bian Lang with an eager look: "Bian Lang, let's go to "No Place to Face", let them listen to what is called an attitude!"

Drummer Xiao Biao also agreed: "On the edge of the waves! Just play like you did during the day, I can follow!"

This is the difference between rock musicians and celebrities. As long as there is a stage, no matter how big or small, as long as the atmosphere is right, they are willing to play. They never have any idol baggage.

"Let's go, don't sing "No Place to Shame", come to DISCO, I will play the rhythm, Xiao Biao, you can play freely!"

"No, Brother Bian, even if you don't sing "Shameless", you can sing "People without ideals are not sad". I want to hear it live!"

Bian Lang still shook his head: "Why don't you go up on your own? If you want me to go up, just listen to me."

Now these mute musicians look at me, and I look at you all being mute.They were not afraid of playing the piano, playing the drums, or playing the bass, but they were a little unsure about singing, mainly because they were afraid of being embarrassed if they spoke loudly.

So the guy who spoke up got up and went to look at the equipment with Brother Maozi. After a while he came back and said, "There is no bass, but two electric guitars, drums and keyboards will all work."

Bian Lang glanced at the four of them, except for the bass player, the other configurations plus him are just right!

Then he said to the guitarist: "You play the rhythm, Em, Am, D7, and B7 each play two measures, and the keyboard and drums themselves play G 4/4 time!"

Those who are familiar with it can understand it as soon as they hear it. After a few people nodded, they followed Bian Lang to the stage.

And the bass player who started the fight ordered the compatriots to laugh at him, saying that he barked the most fiercely and shrank the fastest!

But what can he do? The bassist is like this, doing what the outside world thinks is the most dispensable job, and receiving the worst scolding...

At the same time, BJ, Zhong Hua, the producer of "Tractor Band", was squatting in the Baihua Recording Studio at No. 16 Baihuashen Hutong, Xinjiekou.

He had already screened the singers of "Walking Tractor Sky" in the circle before. Among the female singers who met Bian Lang's requirements, some of them did not want to sing the OST for the Internet, so they declined on the grounds that their style was difficult to grasp. I tried a few songs as a kid but felt they were average.

Today, Zhong Hua happened to rely on a friend to find out that a first-line female singer whose voice met Bian Lang's requirements was recording here, so he came over in person with his accompaniment.

Zhong Hua was also a producer of a big project before, and Tao Xiaoyu, a first-line female singer, naturally wanted to show face when she came here in person, but she shook her head and declined after listening to the accompaniment.

"Producer Zhong, the style of this song is too different from mine. I don't think I can control it. Why don't you find someone else to read it."

Faced with this result, Zhong Hua expressed his understanding and squatted at the door to smoke.

Suddenly, the sound engineer came out and called him: "Old Zhong, Huang Wei who is waiting in line behind listened to the accompaniment and wanted to try it out. Would you like to listen to it?"

Hearing the name Huang Wei, Zhong Hua searched in his mind for a long time before he could vaguely recall a little bit.

"She's still playing music? I thought..."

"I've been playing it all the time, but you don't know it. I think it's quite appropriate to sing to her. Try it?"

At the instigation of the tuner, Zhong Hua stubbed out the cigarette butt and followed into the recording studio.

……

At the night market, the four members of Bianlang had already taken the stage. After a brief adjustment, they started singing amidst the cheers of the night market onlookers.

"BJ's express train to Moscow crossed the Volga River in Siberia, passed through the Swarovski forest, and came to the psychedelic Kremlin..."

As soon as the first four lines were sung, the other three musicians all had a capital Respect in their hearts!To conquer Maozi by writing Maozi songs, you are simply a king.

!

The reaction of the idiots in the audience was even more exaggerated:

"This Chinese is singing about our country!"

"I can't imagine, what a magical kid!"

"The cowboy from Leningrad, I have a Tonica guitar, Gagarin's rocket is still in space, Tolstoy's Anna Katerina..."

"Kabinsky, Tchaikovsky, truck driver, cab driver, tractor driver... Ivanov, Bapnov, Babanov, he's a coward, Rory Rossov... Sharapova , Dapopova, ginseng doll, gourd doll, Kournikova..."

By the time they sang, Bian Lang's singing attracted more than just the circle of fire. Some big girls stood up and jumped up in the square in front of the stage.The Maozi brothers also clinked glasses with each other with beer, and respected the bassist who was watching the table from afar.

"Rusevovich, Djokovic, Nikolaevich, Fedorovich, RUSSIADISCO, RUSSIADISCODANCE, RUSSIADISCODANCE..."

The Chinese compatriots looked at this somewhat bizarre scene in bewilderment, but the melody and lyrics of the song were too brainwashing, and some extroverts also got up and joined the carnival.

"On this night in the suburbs of Moscow, without hearing that lofty oath, who would fight for ideals, who would sacrifice for love..."

When this song was being sung, a few people suddenly reacted. They stopped congratulating each other, stopped twisting their waists in dance, and began to listen seriously.

But no one expected that Bianlang would have another happy episode, which continued to bring them into happiness: "A cowboy from Leningrad, I have a Tonic guitar, Gagarin's rocket is still in space, Tolstoy's Anna Caterina…

Kapinsky Tchaikovsky truck driver taxi driver tractor driver…

Ivanov Papnov Babanov he is a coward Rory Rossov…

Sharapova, Dapopova, ginseng doll, gourd doll, Kournikova...

Rusevvich Djokovic Nikolayevich Fedorovich RUSSIADISCO”

However, when they felt that the cheerful melody would remain the same, Bian Lang turned his head and gestured to the other three people to accept it, and only his guitar and octave-raised singing were left on the stage:

"Moscow no longer believes in anyone's tears, and she will no longer believe in anyone. The once handsome boy is no longer in his prime... Moscow no longer believes in anyone's tears, and she will no longer believe in anyone. The once warm melody , like RUSSIADISCOGO…”

As soon as these verses came out, everyone was stunned. Some opened their mouths wide and looked at the stage, and some had tears in their eyes!

"This Chinese! He understands us!"