Chapter 4 4. Please stay in a good mood! Then sing a song.
Ever since Jiang Chen wanted to live alone for the rest of his life, he had some thoughts of lying down.
Earn your own money and spend it yourself, and be as relaxed and happy as possible every day.
Buy a house, get married, raise a baby...
As long as you do less of these three things, your life will be much easier.
And Jiang Chen didn't stick to the three loans, so he jumped out of the three loans, which was even more easy.
"Hahaha, then how can you be happy and how can you live! Let's talk about it after spending the 70,000 yuan."
Jiang Chen laughed and felt very happy.
Turn on your computer immediately, log in to the client, and start the game.
“Please play in moderation and don’t become addicted. It is good for your physical and mental health.”
"Don't sit for long periods of time, it's good for your health."
Jiang Chen just opened the game and saw two lines of system prompts, and was immediately speechless.
I don’t even have the freedom to play anymore?
Jiang Chen ignored the system prompts, started the live broadcast, and then started happily playing E Forward. If you play the game in moderation, then you don't want to play all night.
If you can't sit for a long time, then sit for a while, then I can stand up, stretch, and then sit down again.
However, Jiang Chen was unlucky today. The strength of his teammates was relatively average and they couldn't move his rope, so he knelt down three times in a row.
"Fuck, give AD money, right? Do you like to show off?"
Jiang Chen muttered and cursed, and did not start the canyon pianist mode, because his caretaker rope was also a straight five. , there is no way to launch an attack from the commanding heights.
Failed again, Jiang Chen’s good mood for playing games was gone.
Two barrages also appeared in the live broadcast room.
"You deserve to lose like this!"
"Hahahaha, are you still happy?"
When Jiang Chen saw the barrage, he looked carefully at the audience who sent the barrage. As expected, he was still the same thirty-year-old boy.
“You don’t go to work?”
Jiang Chen asked.
It's still afternoon working time.
Thirty-year-old: "Being a borer at home, not going to work!"
Jiang Chen curled his lips: "Is your house still short of borers?"
Thirty-year-old : "Go away, the granary is too small to support two borers!"
Jiang Chen chuckled, relaxed a little, and fired again.
Kneel down again...
Pa!
Drop the mouse hard.
Jiang Chen’s breathing quickened.
His is a super god's Tool's rope. Even if the jungle and bottom lane are too bad, his super god's Tool's rope can't carry it at all.
After finally achieving a superb record, he still lost, and I just felt depressed and depressed.
“Don’t sit for too long!”
“Please stay in a happy mood, which is good for your physical and mental health.”
Two lines of prompts appear.
Jiang Chen was speechless.
Does this system care about my mood?
However, Jiang Chen still stood up and stretched, and then went to the bathroom to wash his face and refresh himself. He was about to play again, but when he thought that his current mood was indeed not suitable for continuing the game, he just I can look at the live broadcast camera and see that there is someone online in the live broadcast room, and ask: "Who is there? Squeak!"
Thirty-seven-year-old: "Squeak!"
Although Jiang Chen didn't know this audience in real life, he felt like a friend and asked: "Brother, tell me, I sing live. Have you done anything? "
Thirty years ago: "Do you have professional equipment to sing live?"
Jiang Chen shook his head: "No!"
At thirty: "Have you ever studied professional vocal music?"
Jiang Chen shook his head again!
Thirty-nine-year-old Wuli: "That's not a good start!"
Jiang Chen didn't care about Sanchi-wuli's words, but he was thinking about the novice reward he got yesterday, the song from Parallel The song of the world - the ideal thirty years.
He likes this song very much.
He knows a little basic vocal skills, and with everything he has learned about the song in his mind, he is confident that he can sing it better.
Just...
There is no ready-made accompaniment!
Jiang Chen said to the live broadcast room: "Wait a minute!"
After saying that, Jiang Chen stood up and walked out of his rental house, went to the third door next to him and knocked lightly!
A clear female voice quickly came from inside, full of vigilance: "Who?"
Jiang Chen immediately said: "I am the neighbor next door, my name is Jiang Chen, do you remember? ”
The door of the room opened, revealing a tired and delicate face with big eyes, but not so Mingliang, who was still wearing professional attire, had obviously just returned from get off work. The door was half-open, and his big eyes looked at Jiang Chen warily: "Hello, what can I do for you?"
Jiang Chen smiled Said: "It's like this. When I saw you move here last year, you seemed to have a guitar. Can I borrow it?"
"Guitar? What did you borrow it for?"
The woman asked cautiously.
Jiang Chen: "Well, sing a song!"
The woman looked Jiang Chen up and down: "You? Sing?"
Jiang Chen changed his style of leisure when he came back Because I maintained good washing habits last night and this morning, I look clean and fresh at this time, and my appearance is quite outstanding.
Jiang Chen nodded: "Yes, I'll sing a song and I'll give it back to you after I finish."
The woman hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Okay!"
We are neighbors after all, although The woman was wary of Jiang Chen, but she didn't refuse because she hadn't used the guitar in several months.
When she just graduated and came to Shanghai last year, she occasionally played the guitar in a leisurely way. However, this year she has become more and more busy with work, more and more trivial matters, and more and more pressure in life. She has not touched it for a long time. Guitar. If Jiang Chen hadn't suddenly come to borrow a guitar, she would have forgotten that she still had a guitar. In the first twenty-five years of life, she just kept doing addition; later she started doing subtraction. This woman has entered the time of subtraction. In the future, she will only forget more and more.
The woman closed the door again, and then opened it again after a while. She held a dusty guitar in her hand and handed it to Jiang Chen. She said sheepishly: "Sorry, I haven't used it for a long time. It's a bit dirty!"
< br>Jiang Chen took it with both hands: "It's okay, I'll just wipe it off and return it to you later, thank you!"
Woman: "You're welcome!"
Jiang Chen smiled and nodded his thanks again, then turned around and walked back to his room with his guitar.
From beginning to end, Jiang Chen didn’t ask for any information from the other party, he just borrowed a guitar.
Taking the guitar and sitting on the chair in front of the camera again, Jiang Chen saw that there was another person in the live broadcast room, patted the guitar, and said with a smile: "I borrowed the guitar!"
Thirty-nine-year-old: "You Playing and singing by yourself?"
Jiang Chen: 'That's right! ’
Thirty-year-old: “You are proud again!”
Jiang Chen: “Am I proud?”
Thirty-nine-year-olds: "You have it!"
Jiang Chen: "Yes, I have it. This is the temperament that is born in my bones. There is no way to hide it. The innate pride of the Holy Body is impossible."
< br>Thirty-six-year-old: "You have changed, you are thicker-skinned" Yes, I think you are naturally thick-skinned.”
Jiang Chen: “Hahaha, what’s the shame?”
Thirty-year-old Weili: “Surrender, I admit that I don’t have it. You are so thick-skinned that I lost.”
Jiang Chen smiled again and stopped talking. He picked up the paper towel next to him and began to wipe the dust on the guitar. Then he tried it a few times and adjusted it again. It felt more comfortable and familiar, and then he said to the camera. : "Watch it!"
Thirty-year-old Wuli: "It seems like that!"
Tuk-tuk-tuk...
At this time, Jiang Chen's room There was a knock on the door.
Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment and asked: "Who?"
The tone was also full of vigilance.
A handsome boy must protect himself when he goes out. Especially since there are four young female neighbors next door, we must always be vigilant to protect ourselves.
"Hello, I lent you the guitar just now. Can I see you playing the guitar and singing?"
A weak voice came from the door, seeming a little embarrassed. .
However, Jiang Chen stood up and opened the door generously, and saw that the other party had changed into casual sportswear. The fatigue on his face was much less, and he looked much more lively and refreshing, as if he was a college student who had just left school. , smiled and said: "Of course you can. Don't laugh at me if you don't play well."
The woman shook her head: "Of course not, I can play it just as well. My name is Han Qing!"
Jiang Chen: "My name is Jiang Chen. The room is very small. You can sit on the bedside. By the way, I The live broadcast is on! There is an audience in the live broadcast room.”
The live broadcast is on...
There is an audience in the live broadcast room?
Han Qing smiled: "I sometimes broadcast for a while, but most of the time there is no audience. You are already very powerful if you have one audience."
Jiang Chen: "I have a loyal audience who comes to watch my live broadcast every time I play games. No, I want to show off my talent more, so I will lend you your guitar to sing a song."
Live broadcast room A barrage passed by: "I'm not your loyal audience, you have nothing to attract me. It's just that the system pushes your live broadcast room to me every time. I see how good you are at it, so I just watch it for a while. ! "
Jiang Chen ignored Thirty-nine-year-old's explanation, sat on the bench, tried the guitar again, and then cleared his throat into the microphone: "Ahem, this is my first time singing live, singing. Don't scold me if I'm not good."
Thirty-year-old Moli: "There's so much nonsense, let's sing quickly."
Han Qing sat quietly on the bedside at the door, with a smile on her face. Looking at Jiang Chen with a trace of expectation. She studied voice and musical instruments in college, which was her hobby. It's a pity that after working, I don't have time to continue my hobbies. Now watching Jiang Chen play the guitar and sing, it made her feel like she had found a soulmate.
Jiang Chen didn't speak anymore, nor did he sing immediately. Instead, he slowly started playing the guitar with both hands, playing the ideal thirty-year-old song to increase his understanding of the song and at the same time accumulate emotions in his heart.
This is a typical ballad.
As we all know, folk songs do not have high requirements for singing skills. The most important thing is to be attentive.
Soothing guitar music sounded in the small rental house of less than ten square meters. Han Qing's eyes lit up slightly and her ears immediately stood up.
Jiang Chen still didn’t sing, he just played the music.
The door of the room was slowly opened from the outside. There was a man in a suit standing at the door with a briefcase in his hand. He had obviously just come back from get off work. He was also a tenant working next door to Jiang Chen. He had just come back from get off work to listen. The sweet and soothing sound of guitar came from Jiang Chen's room, so he came over out of curiosity. When he saw that the door was unlocked, he opened it gently.
Seeing Jiang Chen sitting on the bench and concentrating on playing the guitar, Han Qing sat on the bedside and listened carefully. The man was also quiet and did not speak. He stood at the door and looked at Jiang Chen who was playing the guitar. A trace of envy flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Chen still didn’t sing, this piece of music has been played three times.
Every time he played it, Jiang Chen's feelings became deeper, and when he played it again, his emotions became even more intense.
The door to his room was already wide open, and the narrow doorway was full of people.
Several tenants living next door stood quietly at the door.
A man, two women, plus Han Qing sitting on the bedside, and four shared tenants, workers, stood at the door as spectators, only one was missing from all the neighbors.
One of the women whispered in the other woman's ear: "He plays very nicely. I know his name is Jiang Chen. I have never spoken to him. I just heard that he often stays in his room playing games. I didn’t expect to be able to play the guitar. He looks a bit handsome and a bit young when he plays the guitar.”
After hearing this, the women next to him nodded slightly and looked at Jiang Chen with complicated eyes.
They are all migrant workers who come to the Magic City from other places. They work hard for a living every day, and rarely have such a leisurely and leisurely life.
Jiang Chen finished playing the song again, and when he played it again.
Han Qing and the people at the door were a little strange. They had listened to it several times.
Although this song is more pleasant to listen to, it is just like that if you keep listening to it...
The three people at the door just wanted to turn around and leave and go back to their rooms to clean up and have a good rest.
At this time.
Jiang Chen suddenly spoke slowly.
"A car is coming after the rain."
"Driving through the pale dusk..."
The same gentle voice, full of nostalgia, sings directly through It penetrated their ears and went straight into their hearts.
The three people who had just turned together at the door stopped at the same time and turned to look at Jiang Chen again, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.
The trace of impatience in Han Qing's heart, who was sitting on the bedside, disappeared in an instant, and she stared at Jiang Chen with her big eyes.
At the same time, a barrage also flashed in the live broadcast room: "Did you sing this? It's not fake, right?"
(End of this chapter)