Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Bian Lang on the stage had changed his depressed expression from the beginning to one with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face: "What you have is your body and your attractive beauty. What I have is my memory and wonderful feeling... My baby..."

If Bian Lang sang this song at a normal time, there would probably be people present who would laugh and call him a "hooligan"!

But at this time, the girls who had the most say already had red and green eyes and tears in their eyes.

Old Tan looked at the female musicians sitting in a circle on the ground, and at Bian Lang on the stage singing tenderly: "Don't Break My Heart, be gentle again, I don't want to see your silence..."

He lowered his head, wiped the cups at the bar, and hummed along: "Waiting alone, bearing silently, joy always appears in my dreams..."

Many people sang along with the chorus that kept playing in the background.

At this time, in the first-class cabin of a plane traveling across the ocean, Dong You, who had been unable to sleep, looked haggard.

Chen Manman, who was sitting next to her, looked at her and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? How long are you going to keep this a secret?"

"I just want our child to grow up like a normal child, not living in the spotlight, and without the pressure of having such a powerful father giving him the halo!"

Maybe Dong Youbian grew up under the aura of Dong Shuxian, the violinist. If she didn't learn classical music when she was young, she would not become an elite in the circle and would be abandoned by her family. So when she became rebellious in adolescence, she didn't make it to rock music, but she became a female folk singer!

Chen Manman could not empathize with Dong Youbian's idea, but the relationship between them was no longer as simple as artist and agent, plus friends.

She knew that no matter what choice Dong Youbian made, the Rolling Stones would not lose her financially. However, if she wanted to help Dong Youbian give birth to the child without letting anyone else know, she had no other choice except to come abroad.

This should be considered a life-long friendship!

"Forget it. It's pointless to ask you. I can't understand it anyway. So when are you going to tell your family?"

"See, when I'm almost due to give birth, I want my mother to come and accompany me..." After saying this, Dong You, who was finally a little sleepy, wrapped himself in a blanket and fell asleep. After a while, a faint smile seemed to appear at the corners of his mouth.

"Waiting alone, bearing silently, joy always appears in my dreams..."

At the end of the chorus, no one could remember how many times the song was sung. Of course, no one present knew whether it was Bian Lang or Dong Youbian who waited and endured alone.

But this song became a reserved track within the Rolling Stones that no one wanted to make public.

……

Chen Shuting naturally did not sleep all night, calculating the time to contact Chen Manman who had arrived in Europe.

Chen Manman can ignore Bian Lang’s “threat”, but she can’t ignore Chen Shuting.

After the call was connected, Chen Shuting's imagined accusation did not appear. Instead, she said something that she least expected: "It's not easy to take good care of Youbian. I'll give you Evelyn's contact information later. If there is anything that can't be solved there, just call her."

"Mr. Chen... this..."

"Public is public, private is private... Even if the two of them quarrel until they die and never talk to each other again, that is their own business. Youbian is still an artist of the company and is still making money for the company. These are what the company should give him.

I guess she doesn't want to be distracted by taking small jobs this time, so let her study hard there, and contact me when she wants to take another job. Also, if you want to contact foreign agents there, I can arrange it for you after you settle down..."

"Yeah, thank you Sister Chen!"

As for Bian Lang, who was basically exhausted after singing last night, Ai Hao directly carried him back to his own little nest outside. Although it was called a little nest, it was also a large flat in Guandian with an area of ​​more than 200 square meters.

When Bian Lang woke up at noon, the takeaway that Ai Hao ordered had just arrived.

After drinking a whole bottle of mineral water with dark circles under his eyes, Bian Lang finally felt that his soul and body had returned to their original place.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual on his face, Ai Hao did not mention what happened last night. He unpacked the takeaway and said, "Brother Lang, come and eat the duck!"

"Um...I drank all night and you gave me duck? Are you short of fertilizer for your flowers?"

"Hehe, it's not impossible. This has been fermented." Seeing that Bian Lang was in the mood to make a joke, Ai Hao guessed that everything was fine so he also started a joke.

But who knew that Bian Lang felt nauseous and ran to the toilet covering his mouth.

Ai Hao laughed and shouted, "Turn on the ventilator!"

In fact, Ai Hao did not buy the duckling at all. He just made a decision that went against the ancestors of Yunnan Province and bought a bowl of rice noodles in clear soup without pickled vegetables, chili oil and soy sauce for Bian Lang.

When opening the takeaway box, Bian Lang almost cried: "I guess when the boss accepted your order, he must have been making up a story about you being some outsider from another province who doesn't know how to cook."

After they finished eating and were smoking on the terrace, Bian Lang said to Ai Hao, "Don't tell your family about what happened last night."

Ai Hao, who was drinking Coke, replied: "Yes, I understand. So, brother, are you just letting this go so easily?"

"What should I do? Chase me to Europe? Do you think I'm not miserable enough?"

"But to be honest, I haven't seen you that crazy in a long time. If the video from last night gets out, I don't know what people will say about you!"

"What's the point of playing rock music by the rules? Whoever wants to say it can say it!"

"Forget about that...why don't you move in with me for a while? I live alone anyway!"

Bian Lang knew that he was well-intentioned, but he still declined politely: "No, I won't disturb you, Xiao Ai, from picking up girls. No one would feel comfortable with someone like me at home."

"So you're going back to the old house?"

"talk later!"

Although Bian Lang said that, he actually felt a little resistant in his heart.

After all, even if the time was not long, the old and run-down house was still full of traces of his and Dong Youbian's life.

"It's a bit far to live in a villa, so I can just rent one from Ai Hao!" Thinking of this, he asked his good brother, "Do you have a smaller house in your community? I'll rent one. It's also close to where we record Summer of the Band..."

Hearing this, Ai Hao put the Coke on the ground, stood up and said, "Leave it to me!"

……

In the afternoon, when Bian Lang regained some energy, he took a taxi to the company.

When he got downstairs, he didn't rush upstairs. He first walked around the record store, then checked the construction progress of the Rolling Stone LAB before going upstairs.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw Liu Ziyang. When Liu Ziyang saw Bian Lang, his originally expressionless face became even gloomier.

He walked forward and was silent for a long time before saying, "Bian Lang, the matter of You Bian..."

"Okay, no need to explain. We are all adults. We made our own choices..."

"Oh...Okay, by the way, Olaf told me about releasing a song for Silva, so let me remind you."

Speaking of this, Bian Lang thought for a moment and said, "Are you okay now? If not, follow me!"

After hearing this, Liu Ziyang could no longer understand what Bian Lang was trying to do. Even if there was something wrong, it had to be fixed!

"Go, go, go, hurry up."

When they arrived at the Rolling Stones rehearsal room, they saw Dayong and the others were using it, so Bian Lang continued to walk down until he reached the New Pants rehearsal room where only Su Kan was there, then he walked in and said, "Su Kan, Teacher Liu and I can use the keyboard for a while."

"Write a new song?" Su Kan thought to himself and stood up to give up his seat.

After Bian Lang sat on the chair, he did not move his hands, but said, "That's what I planned. If Silva can come, I will make a song with both Chinese and English versions. What do you think?"

"I would definitely advise others to forget it, but I fully agree with you!"

There is no need to doubt Bian Lang's skills in bilingual versions, as he has proven them before in rock music.

Now moving on to popular and catchy songs, it can only be better!

Then I'll sing it first: "Can you write down the score and arrange the music?"

“That’s great!”

When Su Kan heard this, he quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket with his hands that were originally folded across his chest, opened the video directly, and placed it on the phone holder on the keyboard.

Bian Lang didn't say anything. He just adjusted the tone of a simulated piano and started playing the prelude.

Listening to the somewhat heavy melody, Su Kan felt like she was back to the time when she was still in the orchestra: "Is this arrangement going to be more classical music?"

Just as she was thinking about this, Bian Lang started singing: "I have loved, and I have lost, and I have tasted the sweetness and bitterness of love..."

Su Kan, who had no idea what was going on, covered his face with his hands and sighed when he heard the lyrics, and wanted to take his phone back.

"Why can't Brother Lang get over this? He doesn't seem like that kind of innocent little wolfdog. It wasn't enough that he vented his anger last night!"

But she didn't take any action in the end, mainly because she was afraid of disturbing Bian Lang.

I keep hearing Bian Lang singing: "I looked at the mountains in the distance, but missed the turning intersection. When I looked back, I found that you were waiting for me and never left..."

Her brows furrowed even more tightly: "Is it true that love is the grave of creation?"

She is kind-hearted, so she thinks that way. If she is a little conscienceless, I am afraid she will start to wish that she will never get married in her life, because all her love lives will be hurt!

But even if you know that this song was not written by Liu Ziyang, you can't help but think about it when you hear these lyrics, especially when you hear the last sentence: "There is a voice that says love has never left..."

Bian Lang's throat felt a little dry, so he didn't sing the full version. He just sang all the lyrics and ended.

After taking a sip of the tea that was brought over, Bian Lang asked, "There are two repetitions between the verse and the chorus. How about it? Is it okay for Liu Chuang?"

"No problem, no problem. I just think Liu Chuang is a little too lucky! Do you believe that if you give this song to King Liu, he will fly over to record it for you without even saying no?"

"No, King Liu's voice is too mellow, not suitable for this song! The high notes of this song need to be bright!"

"Okay, you have the final say! Give me the lyrics and music, and you don't have to worry about the rest. I'll ask you to give guidance after Liu Chuang sings the demo. What about the Chinese version?"

Bian Lang stood up this time and paused the recording button on Su Kan's phone. Then he stood up and said, "I'll write the lyrics and give them to you. You and Olaf can figure it out. I'm going to work on the album!"

"'Universal Youth Hostel'?"

"Ok!"

It was already evening when Liu Ziyang received the English lyrics. He called Olaf and heard that the man on the other end was drinking private soup and red wine in Tengchong with his wife. He was about to hang up the phone, but Olaf stopped him and said, "What's the matter?"

Liu Ziyang was also a straight man, so since he was asked, he just said directly: "Bian Lang has written a song for Silva..."

"What?" Olaf stood up from the private bath suddenly, startling his wife who was holding a glass of red wine.

"Olaf, get that away from me..."

Olaf didn't care about that anymore and said to his wife, "Bian Lang's new song is out. I'll send an email and be right back!"

Then he hastily wrapped his bathrobe around himself and rushed into the room barefoot on the volcanic ground.

When he opened the file Liu Ziyang sent him and clicked on the Chinese demo sung by Bian Lang, his whole expression changed from anticipation to shock: "Mr Liu, if I understand correctly, Wave is planning to let Chuang and Silva sing the Chinese and English versions respectively?"

"Yes, I even think that if the recording is good, we can consider having them sing a chorus version, with Chinese and English mixed together!"

"I admit that this is a very good idea. I believe Silva will be willing to fly to China in person!"

After hanging up the phone, Olaf sent the email directly to Elf. Calculating the time, it was just the afternoon working time, so he called directly: "Elf, give the song to Silva, whether she is willing to come, give me a reply as soon as possible!"

Elf's mind hadn't yet come to its senses, so he subconsciously asked, "What song?"

"The song on the new album created by Wave... Damn Elf, you're not going to tell me you've forgotten about this?"

After hearing Olaf's explanation, Elf finally reacted: "So that's what happened. Sorry Olaf, I haven't forgotten about it, but I think it may take a few months for Wave to create a work suitable for Silva."

"Okay. If Silva likes this song this time, I suggest you come to China with me, and then you will know that there are too many things in this world that you don't understand! Well, I won't say anymore. My wife is still waiting for me in the hot spring pool. I'll wait for your news!"

After hanging up the phone, Elf was sure that Olaf's last sentence was a lie just to provoke him.

But he didn't care anymore. Now that he had this song, he had to contact Silva quickly. It wasn't because Silva almost got angry last time because he didn't notify him, but it was too difficult to get Silva to take the initiative to recommend new works.

His income as an agent is closely related to Silva's works. Although it is not a small amount now, who would complain about having too much money?

When Silva didn't answer the phone, he opened the document, printed out a copy, put it in his briefcase and went straight out of the office.

When Silva is not busy with commercial activities or performances, she is usually writing songs or tending to flowers and plants in her small yard in the countryside when she is not answering the phone. If you wait for her to call back, it will probably be when she remembers that she needs her phone.

So, Elf plans to go there himself!