Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 83: Insect Flying (please vote for recommendation, please continue to read)

After the two of them hooked up, they heard the host announce: "I'm going to invite Zhang Qin, a child from Class Two, to bring us a female solo "Cong Er Fly"."

Leading Zhang Qin to the stage, Bian Lang looked at her classmates who had not been admitted to the small auditorium with 86 points coming down from the stage. They were all crying. Bian Lang also felt deeply in his heart: "There are some adults in the entertainment industry who don't have children yet." It’s shameful.”

At present, the threshold for being shortlisted is already at 90 points, and the first three programs of the second class are all dead. Although there is no hope for Zhang Qin, the last single seedling, the music teacher who leads the accompaniment is still against Bian Lang at this time. Nodding his head, he clenched Zhang Qin's fist and cheered.

After walking onto the stage, the uncle and nephew bowed to the audience. Bian Lang walked to the keyboard, tried the sound to make sure it was OK, and then started playing.

Seeing this combination, the parents in the audience started talking:

"That little girl is so pretty. It's easy and elegant to dress like this, and the makeup is appropriate. She looks much more comfortable than my monkey-butt face!"

"Yeah, even if I can't go to the attached elementary school tomorrow, I still feel comfortable taking photos today!"

"Isn't that handsome guy who is accompanying us the teacher of our kindergarten?"

"It should be someone hired from outside. It would be great if he is a music teacher from our school. He looks comfortable like this!"

Hearing these words, Father Zhang interrupted with a smile: "That's my granddaughter!"

Not to be outdone, Bian’s father said, “That’s my granddaughter, and the one playing the accompanist is my son!”

The prelude was not long. Even if Bian Lang made some changes, it only lasted four bars. Then Zhang Qin's clean childish voice began to reach the ears of everyone in the auditorium:

"The dark sky is low, the bright stars follow, the insects are flying, the insects are flying, who are you missing..."

As Zhang Qin sang, he opened his hands and flapped them up and down. With the shaking of a pair of small wings behind him, he looked like an elf flying out of the music scene.

Compared with the clear, popular and professional performance before, Zhang Qin's opening gave everyone a refreshing feeling, and some of the judges and teachers in the first row began to nod lightly.

"The stars in the sky weep, the roses on the ground wither, the cold wind blows, the cold wind blows, as long as I am with you..."

After singing this line, Bian Lang also opened his voice and joined in. Although his voice was very low, in the middle octave, his absolute comfort zone, Bian Lang's voice came with its own reverberation effect:

"Insects fly, flowers sleep, one pair after another is beautiful, not afraid of the dark, only afraid of heartbreak, no matter if you are tired or not, no matter the east, west, north or south..."

With his vocal reverberation behind him, Zhang Qin's voice was set off even more clearly!The interpretation of the whole song, except for the number of people, has completely crushed other singing programs in other aspects.

Dayong's son is also in the small class of this kindergarten, so the two couples are also listening in the audience today, but they stand relatively far away.

When uncle and nephew Bian Lang first came on stage, Dayong said that the man really looked like Bian Lang, but Yong's wife slapped him back: "What are you thinking about? Bian Lang won't cause trouble like you. This is The school performance is not your rock and roll scene. It’s hard for you to think of providing drum accompaniment for your son’s class..."

But when Bian Lang said this, without Dayong's reminder, Mrs. Yong heard it by herself: "Dayong, is the surname of Bian Lan's daughter Zhang?"

"Don't guess, it must be Bian Lang. How could I hear this voice wrong..."

"Dayong, I asked you, can you imitate Bian Lang and make your son proud in kindergarten?"

"I..." Faced with the speed of his wife's turn of events, Dayong dared not say the following words.

Zhang Qin on the stage had finished singing, and began to "fly around" on the stage waving his little hands. With Bian Lang's unstoppable ending, this simple and moving picture was imprinted on everyone watching the scene along with the notes. in one's mind.

The music teacher backstage regrets it extremely now. If only she had paid more attention to it and arranged this song as an ensemble, it would have been a sure thing to enter the auditorium of the attached primary school tomorrow.

Bian Lan in the audience was already on the verge of tears, both for her daughter and for Bian Lang. At the same time, she also heard the expression of pure love in this song.

Bian and Zhang didn't argue anymore. Looking at the stupid expressions on the faces of the parents next to them, they had already raised their hands and were ready to applaud.

This song of more than 1 minute and 40 seconds drew a pause in the audience's unfinished business, and the ensuing applause also surpassed all previous programs.

Of course, the final score is also worthy of this performance. The current highest score of 99 points directly locks a place for Class Two to perform in the attached primary school tomorrow.

The only principal who gave 9 points also gave the most official explanation: "Kid Zhang Qin, I gave you 9 points because I am afraid that you will be too proud!"

After Zhang Qin thanked everyone in the audience with joy, he jumped into Bian Lang's arms and was carried off the stage.

As soon as the two arrived backstage, the music teacher came over and apologized to Bian Lang: "I'm really sorry, Uncle Zhang Qin, I didn't pay attention to Qinqin before, if..."

Bian Lang could probably guess what happened next. In order to avoid embarrassment for both parties, Bian Lang interrupted directly: "It's okay, there are so many children in a class, and you teachers can't cover everything. Since I, the uncle, have the ability, I can't Sorry, teacher."

Bian Lang had already said this, and he didn't know whether the teacher didn't understand or was really determined to give up. He followed up and said: "It's not hard. I don't know where the song Qinqin came from. I think the time should be It’s still too late, can we organize everyone to learn and change this program into a children’s chorus, so that other children in the class can also have the opportunity to participate in the performance at the attached primary school tomorrow.”

Before Bian Lang could refuse, Zhang Qin said first, "My uncle wrote this song for me."

"Well, I wrote this song for Qinqin. Let's forget it this time. If there is a chance in the future, the teacher will tell me in advance, and we are very willing to cooperate!"

If I had mentioned this a few days earlier, as long as Zhang Qin agreed, Bian Lang would not care about it, but now I come here to pick peaches after all the programs are selected... "It's a beautiful idea!"

Several teachers in the judges' seat in the audience had already started to look up the song "Insects Flying" on their mobile phones, but no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find any news.

Compared with the utilitarianism of the music teacher, the class teacher feels much more comfortable to Bian Lang.He kept thanking Bian Lang, and said that he would treat Bian Lang's family to dinner when it was over.

Bian Lang declined the teacher's kindness with a smile, and after waiting for his keyboard to be taken away, he picked up the piano bag and led Zhang Qin out of the small auditorium.

As soon as they came out, Bian Lan came over with Zhang's father.

Father Zhang picked up his granddaughter, and after praising him, he said to Bian Lang: "Bian Lang, I used to be my father and I was confused. If there is anything Xiaofan can't handle in your studio, you can come to me directly. Even though I quit, my words are still useful."

Zhang's father used to be the second-in-command of Spring City's publicity department. Three years ago, Zhang's mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. He had no hope of further progress, and he retired to take care of the family when he was old enough. .

Before, his relationship with Bian Lang was a relative who met and said hello. If it wasn't for his little granddaughter and the original owner's good relationship, he really didn't like to see this relative.

But recently he heard about Bian Lang from his son and daughter-in-law. He naturally knew about Bian Lang’s activities on the Internet yesterday and today. Proud to the bottom of his bones, and a side wave with no achievements.

"Dad, you're welcome. If you have time, come over and sit with me. By the way, where is my dad? Why didn't you come out with him?"

"I'm surrounded by a group of old ladies inside asking for their contact information!" Bian Lan smiled a little weirdly when he said this.

Feeling the taste, Bian Lang laughed and cursed: "I'm not going to be someone's stepfather."

The three of them stood and waited for a while, but Father Bian didn't arrive, but Dayong and his wife did.

Mrs. Yong likes girls. After Bian Lang introduced her sister to Mrs. Yong, she gave her son to Dayong to tease Zhang Qin.

Dayong complained helplessly: "A woman's face is much faster than flipping through a book. Lang, let me tell you, you must not..."

Bian Lang knew what he was going to say and quickly interrupted: "Stop talking, or my sister will hear you and blacklist you."

Dayong smiled belatedly, and then changed the subject: "Unexpectedly, you can write this kind of song! If the band breaks up again this time, I will always play with you!" Now Dayong is not so good The things he did before are taboo.

"What are you thinking about? Go to BJ to record songs on Monday, and your son will be on vacation by then. Discuss with your sister-in-law whether you want to take the child with you? This time it is estimated that you will stay for more than half a month. My sister-in-law will take care of the child in Spring City alone. , this must be crazy..." For a person to bring out a caged beast, Bian Lang's concept is unimaginable.

Dayong nodded and said: "If it's not troublesome, then take it with you. By the way, you didn't plan to record this song?"

"Which song? "Insects Flying"?"

"Well, your little niece has a good voice, and the one-minute-long song is not complicated. Don't you want to go to Nanyin in the afternoon? If you have time, you can finish recording..."

After thinking about the original arrangement, Bian Lang nodded and said, "Okay! Help me go to the piano store to find a guzheng."