Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 99: Afraid of walking into the depths of flowers (fifth update on the shelves, please subscribe, monthly tickets, and rewards)

Liang Zi experienced the traffic he imagined before today, and he instantly felt that this Internet celebrity is really hard to be. Now, just watching the tipping to buy wine for the band, he has already started to have a headache.In the end, Li Hao directly asked the bar staff to go to the live broadcast room to count by himself.

And Pan Xiulong, who was in the corner on the second floor, drank beer and felt more heartburn than drinking low-quality liquor.

Isn't the group downstairs playing the music he's been yearning for?

They had done this before, but they almost starved to death, so he chose to side with Zhu Wen in the end.

But for the people in the audience now, let alone jokes like starving to death, as soon as the income of "Dye the Night Black" is settled, even the band that is having the worst time can be replaced by a cannon in an instant.Moreover, this income will continue to come in...

And the initiator of all this was the mute guitarist he had missed before - Bian Lang!

Pan Xiulong came here for a drink tonight habitually, he really didn't expect to meet this group of people having a party here.Then he didn't leave or stay, so he shrank from the second floor and watched in the corner.

But Li Hao accidentally let the news slip. Pan Xiulong was just thinking about something when Pan Jianhu came up with a bottle of beer.

After Pan Jianhu left from the magic disc, although the two did not delete each other's contact information, they really became the most familiar strangers.

"Xiu Long, what are you doing here alone, go down to play?"

When they met again, Pan Xiulong did not expect such a scene.He smiled bitterly, picked up the wine glass and said to Pan Jianhu: "Let's chat here, won't we let people laugh at me if we go down? I really made a mistake about Bian Lang."

Pan Jianhu took the opportunity to sit down, took a sip and replied with a smile: "Don't think too much about it, the conditions that the magic disc can offer, I guess Bian Lang can't stand it. Tell me, after so many things happen recently, you Do you have any other ideas?"

Although his position is different now, Pan Jianhu recognizes his cousin's musical accomplishments.And now that there is a side wave, Nanyin has the capital to meet Modie head-on, so he doesn't have as much resentment as before.

"After all, Magic Disc is still the number one label in the independent music circle. We have accumulated so many years, and we will not be defeated by this small storm. I want to remind you, cousin, I think people like Bian Lang I'm not a master who is willing to be manipulated by others, you don't..." When Pan Jianhu said this, his expression and tone seemed extremely unnatural, and he didn't have the air of a magic disc music director.

It's not that this kind of divorce plan is not easy to use, it's just that it's a bit clumsy when it comes out of Pan Xiulong's mouth.

"Xiu Long, you are not Zhu Wen's material, so don't say these things to me. It's not easy for us brothers to meet once. Let's have a good drink tonight..."

I originally thought that the tension would still be high when we met again, but I didn't expect that Pan Jianhu didn't care anymore. This made Pan Xiulong, who wanted to compete with his cousin, feel like he was punched in cotton.It doesn’t matter if Magic Disc is still the number one label in the independent music industry, people have begun to not care.

He vaguely felt that he might have made the wrong choice in the first place, and should not have followed Zhu Wen to be tied up with capital...

The group of rock musicians downstairs have gotten to know each other a lot after this collective recording experience. Olaf, a top music producer, has polished these musicians so badly in the studio. How enthusiastic it is to be rewarded now.

The drinking ability he had developed in Berlin was in vain on this occasion tonight...

Bianlang is naturally the target of everyone, but unlike Olaf, everyone can only thank him for this glass of wine.However, he is not as honest as Olaf. When he can't drink enough, he will play with the guitar for a while and sing a few dirty jokes from the original earth.

And this scene happened to be captured by Guoli, who was looking for a seat to sit down.

"Who tied up your long hair, who took off your underwear... This song is quite nice, but these words..." Guoli patted her red cheeks and continued to pat with the "Overlord Gun" I took Bianlang’s “scumbag” photo.

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Back in Baihuashengchu Hutong, no one in Nanyin's group was much better than anyone else, only those who were kept to take care of others didn't drink much.

As soon as we got off the bus, the magpie began to imitate the dragon call at the corner of the wall at the entrance of the alley.

This kind of mass drunken incident could actually be contained, but as long as someone started it, it would be like a chain reaction, and no one could stop it.

Before Huang Kai could hold back to the wall, he raised his head and drew a Nike on the brick wall... This made the others very happy.

Bian Lang couldn't bear it anymore, so he learned the dragon call at the corner of the alley.

Pan Jianhu, who was relatively sober, looked at this group of "defeated soldiers" and said to Tang Dafeng, who had hardly drank: "Brother Dafeng, remember to remind me tomorrow to tell the neighborhood committee that we will pay for the health fees ourselves. …”

At this time, Bian Lang took out a tissue and wiped his mouth. As soon as he looked up, he saw the white iron plate with a red background and the words "Depth of Flowers" printed on the wall.

Bian Lang, who was half-drunk and half-awake, was stupefied at this moment, and Liu Jiahui's dramatic voice began to linger in his mind: "I don't want to ask you again, where are you, and don't want to think about whether you can come back? with your heart..."

Bian Lang straightened up, shook his head and untied his hair tie after standing firm, walked into the alley step by step with drunken steps, and began to sing:

"One Night in BJ I left behind a lot of love. I didn't dare to ask for directions at midnight, for fear of walking deep into the flowers..."

A group of dozens of people behind heard this voice, and some of them woke up immediately:

"Give him some new songs. If you want new songs from now on, just drink Bianlang to death..."

"Dayong, I heard that Bianlang's first song was written after he woke up from drinking?"

"Well, ahem, I heard Lao Tan blow a bottle of water of life!"

"Fuck, it's incomparable, this is a life-changing song!"

Just when everyone was waiting for the next sentence, Bian Lang stumbled and almost fell. He stood firm again, still walking drunkenly, holding an orchid finger with one hand, and sang in what he thought was a dramatic tone:

"People say that deep in the flower field, there lives an old lover sewing embroidered shoes..."

"The old man with a serene face is still waiting for the returning man..."

In this quiet night, Bian Lang's indistinguishable voice is extremely penetrating, and he sings like weeping. Just look at the long-haired figure stretched by the street lamp, like a ghost that has been around for a hundred years and refuses to leave The nostalgia in the world of mortals still stays here.

Only in the dead of night, when everyone is quiet, do I come out to call the person who is destined not to wait...

"MyGod, Beijingopera!!!! Need to learn Chinese!"