Chapter 5 5. Just grow old and don’t wake up lonely.
Jiang Chen’s voice seemed not to be singing, but to be telling a story about a yellowed old photo!
Everyone who listens to the story seems to feel that he is the protagonist. The details of each story are very familiar to him, as if he has experienced them personally.
“A car is coming after the rain.”
“Driving through the pale dusk.”
"The old iron sheet is driving south, and the lovers are no longer."
"Listen to the poetry radio station under the thick smoke."
"An unreasonable cough, at least it seems."
“The journey home is still lovely.”
“The strings have lost their posture.”
"I will never see the child listening to the song that night again."
"Time flies in a monologue."
"Grind the chaos into a cassette."
"The withered feelings , trampled into pieces.”
“Just grow old and don’t wake up lonely...”
finally!
The man who had been listening quietly at the door couldn't help but shed a line of tears. He has been struggling in the magic city for ten years. He is five years older than Jiang Chen. He is already thirty-five and still single. one person.
This sentence, "Just grow old, don't wake up alone," directly shattered all the defenses in his heart.
Isn’t this you?
The other two women and Han Qing, who was sitting at the door, also looked sad. They were also migrant workers from other places. They took the train back and forth every year, and they understood the mood of displacement.
"How come you haven't heard of such a beautiful song?"
One of the women murmured softly.
But no one answered her.
Several barrages also flashed on the live broadcast screen!
Thirty-seven-year-old: "Holy shit, is it true or not? I almost cried! Can you really sing?"
Thirty-nine-year-old: "I searched for a few lyrics, but I couldn't find this song at all! What's the name of your song?"
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Jiang Chen didn't pay attention to the people around him. People didn't even take a look at the live broadcast. They were completely immersed in their own world and the artistic conception of this song.
Because, he felt that what he was singing was not a song, but himself!
“Just grow old and don’t wake up lonely.”
"You long to leave, but there is nowhere to stop."
"Just sing, narrow your eyes..."
Jiang Chen felt that his eyes were a little moist, and he had the urge to cry. , immediately raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and continued singing while gently playing the guitar melody.
“And the collapse of hot tears.”
“It’s just an existence that has not arrived.”
Jiang Chen gently shook his neck and groaned: "Uh...uh..."
Huh...
Han Qing and the others at the door took a deep breath. Only then did he suppress the overwhelming emotions in his heart.
The middle-aged man also quickly wiped the tears on his face, bit his lip tightly, and hid his fragile side again.
“Youth is drunk again, in the lonely and nameless arms.”
"Wandering away by laughter, the generosity of gathering and dispersing."
"Tossing and turning but never getting to the right platform."
"If wandering is a road sign that must be passed when growing up."
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"Waking in the lost years."
"The barren future."
"Like unfruitful love in the season of regret."
"Stained every page of poetry."
"Kissing the most painful confession."
"And When the wind blows here, there is no need to let go.”
“Just grow old and don’t wake up alone.”
"You long to leave."
"It just stops nowhere."
"Just sing, eyes narrowed."
"And the tears burst."
“It’s just an existence that hasn’t arrived yet…”
"Well...well..."
Jiang Chen was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the song, and the pictures in his memory clearly appeared in his mind, playing like an old movie, and the corners of his eyes could not help but A line of tears kept falling.
Han Qing, who was sitting at the door, and the three people standing at the door had also wiped their eyes and couldn't help but shed tears.
The man's suppressed emotions just now broke through the defense line again, and he cried for the second time, even more wildly. Two lines of tears seemed to have burst a dam and kept flowing and dripping to the ground.
“Just sweet patience.”
"Stars moisten the window sill."
"The light and shadow are dancing, as if they are talking about love in sleepiness."
"No needless emotion."
"I thought I understood..."
“The place where the dream collapsed is now covered with moss...”
"Uh...uh..."
"Uh...uh..."
Jiang Chen did not sing any more lyrics, but just played the guitar slowly and softly. Singing softly, the same soothing singing voice seemed to be like a long road of life that I don’t know how long I have to go.
Life is short, life is long!
At the age of thirty, many people will have such a choice. Is life short or life is long?
Or it could be the transition from a short life to a long life.
"Well..."
Jiang Chen sang softly for more than a minute before venting most of the emotions accumulated in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he felt that There is some adhesion, which is the result of tears.
The hands that had been playing the guitar for more than ten minutes stopped, and then let out a long breath.
After wiping his eyes, Jiang Chen remembered that there was Han Qing in the room, and smiled sheepishly: "What a joke!"
However, when he turned his head, he found that it was not just Han Qing, there were three people standing at the door, two men and one woman, all dressed more seriously. The man was holding a briefcase in his hand, and the other two women were also wearing makeup. , wearing different professional attire, it was obvious that the three of them had just returned from get off work, and then they stood at the door of their rental house without leaving.
The three of them looked at Jiang Chen and nodded sheepishly.
"It's so beautifully sung, Jiang Chen, what's the name of this song? Where can I download it?"
Han Qing asked immediately.
The man at the door wiped his cheek and said in a serious tone: "Brother, you really care about your singing. I live next door, my name is Zheng Zehao."
"Handsome neighbor, you sang so well, I couldn't help but cry! Hello, my name is Wang Xuenan." "Hello, my name is Zhao Xuan, excuse me!"
The three people at the door also greeted Jiang Chen and introduced themselves.
Jiang Chen also smiled at a few people: "Hello, my name is Jiang Chen, and I'm showing off my ugliness."
Wang Xuenan was more lively and said immediately: "It's not about showing off your ugliness, you sang it It’s so good, we all cried. Handsome, I’ve never heard of this song. Where can I download it?”
Han Qing also asked this question just now.
Jiang Chen glanced at the live broadcast screen, and dense lines of barrages flashed across it.
The number of viewers, of course, is still only one.
Thirty-nine-year-old Wei Li had been receiving a lot of barrages just now.
“I really couldn’t find it. Where can I download this song?”
"Damn it, I really cried when I heard it. Your singing was really serious."
"I swore that I would never recharge, so even if I cried, I would not give it to you." "Rewards."
"Brother, brother, you are so bad at asking questions, don't broadcast the game. How about singing live? I listen to it every day.”
“I couldn’t help but cry again. This song is like singing about my own experience.”
"Brother, stop crying, I'm crying again."
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“Brother, do it again!”
“Brother, do it again!”
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Jiang Chen saw that this thirty-year-old man was conquered by his singing. He smiled proudly and said to everyone: "This song cannot be downloaded yet."
Han Qing immediately widened her eyes. Her eyes asked: "Why?"
Then, she immediately thought of something, and asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Is this your song?"
Zheng Zehao, Wang Xuenan, and Zhao Xuan were full. Even the expectant faces showed surprise.
A song you wrote yourself?
People who can write songs are still very noble in the eyes of most people. It is a symbol of talent.
A line of barrage also floated on the live broadcast page: "Don't say it's really your own song!"
Several pairs of eyes looked at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen felt a little embarrassed. This song came from a parallel world. There was nothing wrong with saying it was his own here. He nodded and whispered in a low voice: "Today is my thirtieth birthday. Go to the company. I was laid off again, so I wrote this song with emotion. This song is called Ideal Thirty Years!"
After saying that, Jiang Chen didn't dare to look at Han Qing and others, and smiled guiltily. : "What a joke!"
Wang Xuenan at the door was operating his cell phone quickly, then raised his head and said, "I really can't find the lyrics or the name! You really wrote it yourself! It's amazing. I didn't expect that my neighbor would have such an amazing person."
< br>Zheng Zehao gave a thumbs up: "Brother, you are awesome!"
Zhao Xuan also stared at Jiang Chen with twinkling eyes: "That's amazing."
Han Qing immediately asked: "Is this the song you just wrote today? Is it for your thirtieth birthday?"
Jiang Chen nodded, feeling more confident. The person's eyes said with certainty: "Well, people often say that you stand up at thirty. I accomplished nothing at the age of thirty and lost my job, so I became more sentimental and wrote this song!"
Several people became somewhat silent when they heard Jiang Chen's experience.
They are all migrant workers who came to Shanghai, so they naturally know the cruelty here.
Zheng Zehao also experienced being laid off a few years ago, so he understood Jiang Chen's mood better and comforted him: "It's okay, just find a job again. Brother, why don't you come to our company and give it a try? Our company He's in foreign trade."
Wang Xuenan: "You can come to our store. Jiang Chen, you are quite handsome. If you clean up well, you will have a future in sales."
Zhao. Xuan remained silent.
Han Qing didn't say anything about introducing her job. She had only been working for more than a year and hadn't yet established herself. She just said: "Jiang Chen, you sing so well and you often live broadcast. You can just be a full-time singing anchor." Yeah, if it becomes popular, you’ll make a lot of money, easily millions a year!”
The live broadcast screen also flashed a barrage of thirty-year-old people: "It's really the song you wrote. Are you still the scumbag I know? You have changed!"
Jiang Chen shook his head at a few people and said with a carefree smile: "I'm not going. I don't want to do anything yet. The company lost some money and I still have some money on hand." I have some savings, so I don’t have to worry about food in the short term. I want to take a break and live broadcast occasionally. I don’t want to think about anything popular. Maybe I will go out for a trip.”
“I think about it every year. I want to travel, but I don’t make it every year. I must try it this year.”
Zheng Zehao and Wang Xuenan didn't say anything after hearing this. They wanted to introduce Jiang Chen to work on a whim. If they thought about it carefully, they both regretted it. They were just old employees in the company, not the leadership. If not, it’s good to be able to take care of yourself. How can you take care of others?
Han Qing asked curiously: "Jiang Chen, have you written other songs?"
Everyone became curious again.
Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile: "I have written some messy things, but they are not works. The only finished product is this song Ideal Thirty Years."
A few people were a little disappointed after hearing this. They all wanted to listen to Jiang Chen's song again, maybe there would be a surprise, but it was a pity that there was only this one.
We are all migrant workers from other places. We had barely seen each other and chatted before because of our busy schedules. Now we got to know each other because of Jiang Chen’s songs. We all felt like meeting a close friend in a foreign country. We chatted for a while.
"Please have dinner on time. Eat less greasy dinner, which is good for your physical and mental health."
Jiang Chen saw the system prompt message and knew that he was going to have dinner. He immediately handed the guitar to Han Qing: "Han Qing, The guitar is back to you, thank you! I'm going to have dinner!"
"Do you want to come together?"
Han Qing kept looking at Jiang Chen. After hearing Jiang Chen's words, she immediately replied: "Okay, let's have a meal together. We come from all over the world, and it is fate that we can get together in the Magic City. Let's have a meal together." "Food."
As the oldest, Zheng Zehao said boldly: "My treat!"
Wang Xuenan: "Okay, I'll go!"
Zhao Xuan nodded: "Let's go together, no need to treat guests, AA is fine!"
Consumer prices in Magic City are very high, everyone They were all migrant workers. Zhao Xuan didn't want Zheng Zehao to spend money on the treat. The rest of them would still owe Zheng Zehao a meal, so she immediately proposed AA!
Han Qing immediately echoed: "Okay, AA! Let's go then, I'll go back to the room to clean up."
Wang Xuenan: "I'll also change my clothes and take off my makeup."
Zhao Xuan smiled at Jiang Chen, then turned and went back to the room to change clothes and remove makeup.
Zheng Zehao breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. If he really wanted to treat him, the cost of this meal would be quite high. He said to Jiang Chen, "Jiang Chen, please wait for us!"
said After finishing, Zheng Zehao also turned around and went back to the room to clean up.
Jiang Chen was alone in the room again, and he felt as if his life suddenly became lively.
He has lived here for several years. When he comes back, he always stays in the rental house and plays games. The total words he talks to his neighbors are not as much as what he said just now.
Jiang Chen wouldn't refuse if they could have a meal together. Just as he was about to turn off the live broadcast, he saw that there was another person in the live broadcast room. He was thirty years old and hadn't left yet, and he was still posting barrages.
“Brother, you really wrote the song. You played it, sang it, and wrote it yourself. It’s so awesome!”
“I am just thirty-one years old, and I can only eat at home and wait to die. ”
“Brother, just sing live, just sing this song, it will definitely become popular, believe me!”
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Jiang Chen watched Thirty's comments on the barrage and said with a smile: "Thank you for your support, I will consider it."
After saying that, Jiang Chen closed the live broadcast, picked up his phone and walked out of the room. , locked the door, protected the only valuable computer in the room, and then went to the door outside to wait for a few people.
"Get 100 singing experience points."
"Get 100 guitar experience points."
Two lines of information appeared, and Jiang Chen was a little surprised.
Can you also gain skill experience to improve your skill level?
(End of this chapter)