"Haha, then I'll wait for you to support me." Ding Wu laughed, his face full of boldness and unrestrainedness, but perhaps because the two are a bit disparate in the Beijing rock circle now. In a bad mood, they just chatted with Xue Ke for a few words and took his band members away.

Li Yange saw Ding Wu leaving directly and didn't talk to him, so he was happy to be idle. He just glanced at him. Except for one of the few people Ding Wu brought, who had seen in the recording studio in the Baihua Deep Recording Studio last year, the rest were all newcomers who had no impression. The Black Panther Band of this lineup may not reach the height of the previous life.

After seven or eight minutes, the person singing on the stage had already walked down and changed to another band, singing Cui Jian's "Nothing". The imitation traces were too heavy and he didn't sing his own taste. Li Yange only listened to a few lines and turned to look at Xue Ke: "Where is Dawei? Why haven't you come yet?"

"It should be coming soon. He works overtime today, probably to arrive later." Xue Ke looked at his watch. Dou Dawei is now a member of the Qing Youth Music Group and has to go to work every day. He happens to work overtime today, so he comes a little late.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Dou Dawei hurriedly walked into the dance hall, looked around, saw Xue Ke and others by the elegant seat, strode over, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry to come one step later."

"Stop talking nonsense." Xue Ke was not polite in his speech. He was all acquaintances, so there was no need to be so particular. Then he took out a piece of folded wrinkled paper from his pocket and said, "Take it and take it and have a look, we will sing this tonight."

"New Song?" While tearing Dou Dawei, he looked at Li Yange.

"You'll know by looking at it."

The two of them were stunned by the operation of Li Yange, and widened their eyes and said, "Learn to sing now?"

Xue Ke shrugged: "I originally wanted to send it to me during my lunch break, but I couldn't contact Dawei by phone, so I had to give it to him now. Anyway, he must be familiar with the words, so I'll just be familiar with the song."

"Song of the Seven Sons?" Dou Dawei looked at the lyrics and recognized it as Mr. Wen Yiduo's poem at a glance. He was about to ask if it was Li Yan's song compose, when the singer who sang "Nothing" on the stage got off the stage, and Ding Wu took a few people up.

Ding Wu has had stage experience and picked up the microphone generously as soon as he got on stage: "Good evening everyone, we are the Black Panther Band. I think everyone here should have never heard of us, but that doesn't matter. The next song will let you fully understand our Black Panther Band!"

"music!"

He roared angrily.

The guitarist, drummer and bassist behind him immediately played a new song that no one had heard before.

"Black Panther Band? Is it new?" Dou Dawei has been performing in Hong Roman for several months. He is not very familiar with Hong Roman's performance band and singers, but he roughly knows who there are. Although it is his first time to listen to the Black Panther Band, he always feels very familiar and familiar.

Xue Ke introduced: "Well, the new one, the band lead singer is Ding Wu."

Ding Wu?

Dou Dawei stared at the performance on stage with his eyes fixed on it. After listening for about a few dozen seconds, he shook his head slightly. Ding Wu can be said to be the first group of people in Beijing to play rock music. Although he is not as famous as Cui Jian, Dou Dawei has also heard of it more or less. He thought that he would have any earth-shaking songs that could be formed into a band, but he didn't expect that he sang it very ordinary.

He said bluntly: "I have heard Ding Wu's name before, and I thought it was very good, but today I heard it.

"It's okay, I'm okay, what do you think Yan Ge?" After all, it was the big brother who once took care of him, and Xue Ke was still very proud of his face. He turned to look at Li Yange.

Ask me well what I'm doing? Li Yange pulled the corners of his mouth, looked at Dou Dawei, Fang Yuan stared at them at them, so he had to squeeze out a smile and said, "The song is okay."

As soon as these words were said, Xue Ke and Dou Dawei immediately understood what it meant. Even Fang Yuanchao, Liu Wen and Tian Zhennan nodded without understanding.

How to say...

The song is good, with a strong sense of rhythm, which may be a bit monotonous for later generations, but in the budding period of rock music, the rock music with this rhythm is already very good. But a rock music not only needs to be good, but also has to be well written. What kind of mess is written in this song that Li Yange has never heard of before?

It is no wonder that the dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, which was formed by Ding Wu, was quickly silent after the first album of the same name sold for 2 million copies. It was not until seven years later that the second album was released.

As the song in the stands was about to end, Xue Ke pushed Li Yange's arm with his elbow, raised his eyebrows, and signaled that it was his turn.

"Waiter!" Thinking of the purpose of this trip, Li Yange cooperated and called the waiter, took out a stack of banknotes that had been prepared, pointed to the Black Panther Band performed on the stage, "Give a few flower baskets to the band singing on the stage."

"Is there anything else I want to say to them?"

"No, just give it to me."

"Okay sir." The waiter took the money and counted it. After confirming the amount, he immediately walked towards the backstage.

Not long after, just as Ding Wu's singing ended, several waiters strode to the stage and delivered it. Seeing someone giving the flower basket, Ding Wu and others were delighted, and politely picked up the microphone and said something like "Thank you for your support", then turned around and took the band off the stage from behind.

"Are you okay?" Xue Ke turned to look at Dou Dawei and asked him if he was familiar with the score.

"It's almost done."

"Then let's go on stage!"

Xue Ke stood up with passion and asked Li Yange to take a good look at how popular their "No. 43 Baojia Street" is now.

“Wow!”

"The Baojia Street Band is here!"

"I don't know if they brought new songs today."

"I still want to hear them sing "The Little Girl Under the Street Lights."

"It's still the best "Sunny Flower"!"

“The You Once Upon a Time” is also good.”

The messy sounds around were all discussing Xue Ke and the others, which surprised Li Yange. Xue Ke had been joking in the dormitory how popular they were in the Red Romantic Dance Hall. Now it seems that he didn't say a big deal, and so many people cheered as soon as he got on the stage.

"Good evening everyone!"

Xue Ke has long been familiar with this stage, and he greeted the audience very well as soon as he came up: "When I came up just now, some friends said they wanted to listen to "The Little Girl Under the Street Light", some people wanted to listen to "The Sunflower", and some people said they like "Once Upon a Time", which is OK, but now please allow us to sing a new song. I won't mention the name of this new song for now, I believe everyone is definitely familiar with it, and you will know what the song is as soon as you hear it."

Just when everyone thought it was a new rock song, Fang Yuanchao and others behind him began to play the prelude to "The Song of the Seven Sons".

The simple tune style stunned the audience.

Dou Dawei held the microphone tightly, took a deep breath, and sang affectionately: "Do you know that Magang is not my true surname. I have been away from you for too long, Mother!"

Unlike the version given by Li Yange to Director Tang, Dou Dawei sang the version he sang at this time was adapted by him, so he specially changed two tones to this. If the childish version is the child's desire for maternal love, then Dou Dawei sang the longing for a grown-up's mother's thoughts.

"That biological mother I have never forgotten for three hundred years..." Perhaps because in recent days, the return of Macau has spread throughout the country, and was bursting with patriotic emotions, Dou Dawei sang very emotionally, singing the strength and indomitableness that Mr. Wen Yiduo burst out when he wrote this poem.

"Okay! Sing well!"

A middle-aged man who looked like a rich and big boss stood up excitedly, regardless of the astonished gazes of the people around him, clapping his hands with his red eyes, his eyes were red, and a trace of tears could be seen vaguely spinning around his eyes.

His name is Chen Anbang. He joined the army in the 1970s. At that time, the army he was in was Zhuhai, which had only one river with Macau. He stationed in Zhuhai for nearly ten years. Although he had already retired from the army and became a big boss, Chen Anbang had always kept it in mind for the recovery of lost territories in Macau by the political commissar of the army that year.

A few days ago, Macau announced its return date. Chen Anbang was excited and happy. He was drunk when he watched the news on the spot. He even told his family that he would go to Macau in person to check it out on the day of his return.

The song "Song of the Seven Sons" that Xue Ke sang in the dance hall is the song "Song of the Seven Sons" that Chen Anbang's troops sang every day, and it naturally sang to the heart of this big boss.

Not only Chen Anbang, but as Dou Dawei sang the chorus part, most of the people in the dance hall were young, which was a period of high patriotism. Everyone was excited to sing with the atmosphere on the scene.

Some people remember the lyrics, and some people remember the lyrics, anyway, everyone is venting their patriotism in the chorus.
Chapter completed!