I started to become more self-disciplined at the age of 30

Chapter 164 163. Two consecutive songs written for Chang'an? Is Jiang too partial to the people of Chang'an?
obviously.

The popularity of Jiang Chen's live broadcast room is still steadily increasing.

There are now more than 1.2 million people online.

Even if there is no super large traffic platform like DouYue, there will be no more traffic.

However, Jiang Chen still relies on his unparalleled live broadcast content to continuously attract more viewers to watch his live broadcast.

Every day, the popularity increases, and more viewers find Jiang Chen’s live broadcast room, and then stay there and come every day.

This is something that no other anchor’s live broadcast room can do.

Seeing Chen Xiaojia take the initiative to get the guitar for Jiang Chen, the audience around and the audience in the live broadcast room started talking about it.

"It's another day of looking forward to Lao Jiang's performance."

"What new song will Lao Jiang sing today? I am still thinking about the song "Dream of the Tang Dynasty" last time."

"No matter what the song is, as long as it's Lao Jiang's song, it won't disappoint people."

"Chang'an's unruly people, you have already received too much, stop asking for more."

"Old Jiang has a preference for Chang'an. If Old Jiang is willing to stay, I will do anything for him."

"Nonsense, who doesn't want to keep Lao Jiang? Magic City, Jinling, Yangzhou, Suzhou, Beijing, who doesn't want to keep Lao Jiang? Who is worse than Chang'an?"

"No matter what, for the time being, Lao Jiang likes Chang'an the most."

……

The rewards in the live broadcast room have never stopped. Even if Jiang Chen is not performing, there are people giving rewards every second. Once the performance starts, the number of people giving rewards will skyrocket.

Therefore, even for Jiang Chen’s outdoor live broadcast, the daily reward income would be at least millions, and sometimes even reach tens of millions.

Not a moment!

Chen Xiaojia squeezed in from the crowd holding Jiang Chen's guitar, her pretty face slightly flushed, and she handed it to Jiang Chen breathlessly. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes clearly showed her sincerity in being willing to do anything for Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded at Chen Xiaojia: "Thank you, Xiaojia!"

Chen Xiaojia smiled, turned around and sat down, acting as a spectator like everyone else.

The audiences around him became much quieter, and no one dared to disturb Jiang Chen's performance. Internet celebrities who wanted to take advantage of his popularity held up their phones and broadcast live to Jiang Chen, but Jiang Chen didn't care.

In Jiang Chen's own live broadcast room, the number of online users once again increased to more than 1.3 million.

"We will leave Chang'an tomorrow morning. Thank you all for your hospitality over the past two days."

Jiang Chen held the guitar and did not perform immediately. Instead, he told everyone about his upcoming schedule of leaving Chang'an. The scene became even quieter.

Jiang Chen continued, "Today's song is specially dedicated to our friends in Chang'an. I won't say more. Let the music speak for itself."

Done.

Jiang Chen began to play the guitar in his hand.

His guitar playing level is also visibly high, no worse than that of several professional band members such as Chen Xiaojia and Pu Yuexi.

At the same time, the surrounding speakers began to play accompaniment!

A burst of music with a very northern Shaanxi style sounded!

The sounds of waist drums and suona can be heard in it, and the rhythm is extremely fast.

The eyes of many Chang'an locals at the scene lit up, and many local viewers in the live broadcast room were also excited.

This is music that is almost engraved in the bones of the local people in northern Shaanxi...

because!

A lot of people grew up listening to this music.

"Old Jiang really prefers Chang'an!"

"Lao Jiang, why? Why? Have you ever thought about how I, the Great Demon City, feel?"

"Old Jiang, please come back to Chengdu soon. Your fellow villagers miss you."

"This music makes me tremble in my bones. This is the taste of my hometown, but I haven't heard it for a long time."

"Lao Jiang, I love you..."

……

At this time, Jiang Chen's singing voice also rang out.

It was a loud and clear singing voice, which seemed to echo in the mountains of northern Shaanxi.

“I bowed my head, toward the ravine.”

"Chasing the passing years..."

"The valley is filled with sandstorms..."

“I can’t see my childhood…”

“I look up to the blue sky.”

"Searching for the past that has long gone."

"The white clouds are swimming leisurely and freely."

"Nothing has changed..."

Jiang Chen's loud and fast-paced singing made everyone's eyes light up. Many Chang'an locals were so excited that their faces turned red. They clenched their fists, and the excitement in their hearts could not be vented for a while.

Every word of Jiang Chen's lyrics and every song he sang seemed to reach deep into their souls, echoing with the songs deep in their memories and becoming one with them!
Wushuang in the crowd covered her mouth with her hands, trying not to cry. As a native of northern Shaanxi, she was naturally familiar with the singing and music, having listened to it every day since she was a child. She also sang northern Shaanxi folk songs in the live broadcast room, attracting the support of many local fans in northern Shaanxi.

Like many other people, she did not expect that Jiang Chen would give them such a surprise today and actually sing a new song in the style of northern Shaanxi folk songs!

This……

Wushuang could feel that Jiang Chen seemed to have some preference for Chang'an.

This was a treatment that Jiang Chen had never received in any other city he had passed through before, including the Magic City, Jinling, Beijing and other big cities, none of which had enjoyed such favoritism from Jiang Chen.

So, at this moment Wushuang was so surprised that she wanted to cry, and her live broadcast room was once again crowded with more than 500,000 viewers, most of whom were local people from Chang'an, and they were all discussing Jiang Chen's singing.

Jiang Chen's fast-paced singing kept hitting everyone's eardrums.

"Big Eyes has heard my songs."

"The river kissed my face."

"The Rhododendron flowers bloom and fall."

“Over and over again.”

"The earth leaves my dreams behind."

"Xintianyou took away my love."

"There are a few stars in the sky."

"I will miss you forever..."

……

Jiang Chen's loud singing voice made the atmosphere lively again.

The live broadcast room was also extremely exciting.

"Wow, I admit that the people of Beijing are jealous. Old Jiang favors Chang'an. Another song written for the people of Chang'an."

"It feels so ancient, a folk song from northern Shaanxi. I listened to it for a long time when I was a kid."

"Lao Jiang's songs really don't disappoint. They are the voices of childhood."

"Wow, wow, wow, it's been a long time since I heard such a beautiful northern Shaanxi folk song."

"It sounds good. Lao Jiang's songs are definitely good."

"Dayan has heard my songs... they are very retro and nice to listen to."

"The people of northern Shaanxi are grateful to Lao Jiang..."

"This is my first reward, and I'm giving it to Lao Jiang..."

……

Jiang Chen followed the rhythm, strummed the guitar a few times, and then continued singing.

“I look up to the blue sky.”

"Searching for the distant past." "White clouds are floating leisurely and freely."

"Nothing has changed..."

"The wild geese have heard my song."

"The river kissed my face."

"The Rhododendron flowers bloom and fall."

“Over and over again…”

"The earth leaves my dreams behind."

"Xintianyou took away my love."

"The stars in Tianshan are little by little..."

"I will miss you forever..."

…………

Shouts rang out from the crowd.

"Lao Jiang..."

"Lao Jiang..."

"Lao Jiang..."

"Lao Jiang..."

Many local audiences in Chang'an shouted excitedly.

Wushuang was also among them, raising his hands and shouting Jiang Chen's name, venting his excitement.

Jiang Chen smiled and waved at everyone, then strummed the guitar twice again. As the accompaniment music ended, he said softly: "Thank you everyone... Thank you. This song is called Xintianyou, and it's for you."

The voices shouting Jiang Chen's name became louder, and many people shouted at the top of their lungs.

The shouting lasted for five or six minutes before gradually subsiding.

because!

Everyone saw that Jiang Chen did not leave.

Under normal circumstances, after Jiang Chen's performance, he would immediately leave and go back to the hotel to rest, and would not stay here any longer.

Now, Jiang Chen finished singing the northern Shaanxi folk song Xintianyou, but did not leave immediately.

Everyone understood immediately!
Jiang Chen's performance hasn't ended yet.

And new songs!

Everyone quickly stopped cheering for Jiang Chen, remained quiet, and waited for Jiang Chen to continue his performance.

The number of viewers in Jiang Chen's live broadcast room had risen to more than 1.4 million and was still slowly increasing. The dense barrage of comments and reward messages were exploding.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Jiang Chen continued, "In addition to the Xintianyou song just now, there is another song for the real friends in Chang'an."

Everyone's eyes lit up!
Another song dedicated to Changan?

The audiences in other places in the live broadcast room were all envious.

“Is Lao Jiang from Chang’an? Why did he write so many songs for Chang’an?”

"Old Jiang, don't forget that you are a child of Rongcheng. Mother Rongcheng is waiting for you to come home. Chang'an is not a place to stay for long."

"Lao Jiang, go home. The Demon City is waiting for you to come back."

"Old Jiang, what kind of magic potion did the people of Chang'an give you?"

"Old Jiang, I don't accept it. Why doesn't my Great Jinling have a single song?"

"Lao Jiang..."

……

pity.

Jiang Chen hadn't seen the barrage interaction for a while. After he finished speaking, he started playing the guitar again, and the accompaniment slowly sounded.

A breath of life seemed to ring right next to their ears, making the audience around feel as if they were not listening to music, but listening to their own lives.

Jiang Chen's accompaniment makes the music seem more relaxed, as if every day is carefree, and a lazy atmosphere is conveyed in the music.

Everyone who listened to the music relaxed.

Yan Ruyu sat next to Jiang Chen, her eyes full of admiration!

She knew that, apart from Jiang Chen's calligraphy and poetry, Jiang Chen's strength and achievements in pop music alone were unparalleled in the country.

However, most people only paid attention to Jiang Chen's historical calligraphy and his poems that were masterpieces passed down through the ages, thus ignoring Jiang Chen's equally popular pop music works.

After all, in comparison, most people still think that calligraphy and ancient poetry are more elegant and have more artistic aura. In comparison, pop music seems a bit vulgar and is naturally ignored by many people.

Yan Ruyu felt that this was a serious underestimation of Jiang Chen’s musical talent!

From the two piano pieces Jiang Chen played in Beijing, it can be seen that Jiang Chen's talent in classical music is also not weak, but it has not been shown and explored yet.

At this time, Jiang Chen was playing the guitar and singing his own song.

And his singing just started.

All the Chang'an locals present at the scene felt their souls and bodies tremble.

"There is a city that is hard to let go, and there is a kind of nostalgia called having been there before..."

Just the first sentence surprised almost all the local audiences in Chang'an, whether they were in person or in the live broadcast room.

Because Jiang Chen used the unique Chang'an dialect to sing out the unique flavor of their hometown.

It was as if Jiang Chen was a friend who was born and raised in Chang'an, chatting with them through singing.

A taste of hometown permeates the hearts of every Chang'an citizen.

The scene also became extremely quiet. Several streets around, tens of thousands of spectators and listeners, all sat quietly as if they had turned into sculptures, quietly listening to Jiang Chen's singing coming from the speakers.

"There is a melody that sings at the top of its voice, and at its center people call it the drum tower and the bell tower."

"Some people say that Xi'an's soil and water make people lazy. Come and dig a hole and I'll teach you what life is."

"Who left the impression of Xi'an on the Loess Plateau? Come and sing a song of Xi'an people with me..."

"Under the city wall of Xi'an people is the train of Xi'an people. No matter where Xi'an people go, they can't help but eat Pao Mo..."

"Xi'an's tall buildings are connected one after another. In the hearts of Xi'an people, this is the song of Xi'an people..."

Jiang Chen's local dialect, which belongs to a Chang'an native, and the description of life in Chang'an in the lyrics made all the locals extremely excited, as if he was singing out their inner voices.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room rose to more than 1.6 million again, and the barrage of rewards was exploding.

"People of Chang'an, if anyone dares not give a reward for these two songs by Lao Jiang, I will revoke your Chang'an household registration."

"I got goose bumps all over my body when I heard this. I wanted to cry. I have been working in Pengcheng for several years from Chang'an. When I heard Lao Jiang's familiar hometown voice, I burst into tears."

"You have to give a reward. The first reward will be given to Lao Jiang."

"Wow, old Jiang, you're leaving tomorrow. How are we, the people of Chang'an, going to survive? Don't leave. I'll do whatever I want."

"Wow, the songs of Xi'an people... I finally get to hear the songs in my hometown dialect that I want to hear in my lifetime."

"Old Jiang, I gave you all my small treasury as a reward."

"Old Jiang, the people of Chang'an love you..."

"Lao Jiang, you've written so many songs for Chang'an. When are you going to go back to Shanghai and write one?"

"For Lao Jiang, the Magic City is already a thing of the past..."

…………

Jiang Chen gently strummed the guitar and continued to sing his song in a lazy tone.

Although he is not a native of Chang'an, he also likes the breath of life in this song.

Moreover, Chang'an is indeed one of the more livable cities, with distinct four seasons. It is not as humid as the south, nor as dry and cold as the northeast and northwest. It is a suitable choice in the middle!

If Jiang Chen didn't miss home, Chang'an would be a good choice among the cities he would prefer to settle in.

(End of this chapter)