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

Chapter 4 4. Please stay cheerful! Then sing a song.

Ever since Jiang Chen decided to live alone for the rest of his life, he had some thoughts of just lying down.

Earn your own money and spend it on your own, and try to be as relaxed and happy as possible every day.

Buy a house, get married, raise a baby...

If you do less of any one of these three things, your life will be much easier.

Jiang Chen did not touch any of the three loans and directly jumped out of the three loans, which made it extremely easy.

"Hahaha, then live your life however you want! Spend the 70,000 yuan first."

Jiang Chen laughed and felt very happy.

Immediately turn on the computer, log in to the client, and start the game.

"Please play games in moderation and don't get addicted. It's good for your physical and mental health."

“Don’t sit for long periods of time. It’s good for your health.”

Jiang Chen had just opened the game when he saw two lines of system prompts and was immediately speechless.

I don't even have the freedom to play games?

Jiang Chen ignored the system's prompts and started a live broadcast. Then he began to happily move forward, playing games in moderation, and not playing all night.

I can't sit for a long time, so why not just sit for a while, stand up and stretch, and then sit down again?
However, Jiang Chen was unlucky today. His teammates were all average in strength and could not carry his Torso, so he lost three games in a row.

"Fuck, you're a money-spending AD? Do you like to rush in and give away?"

Jiang Chen muttered and cursed, but did not start the Canyon Pianist mode, because his Torso was also at level 15, and he could not stand at the commanding heights to launch an attack.

After failing again, Jiang Chen’s good mood for playing games was gone.

Two barrages also floated across the live broadcast room.

"You deserve to lose, Torso!"

"Hahahaha, are you still happy?"

Jiang Chen saw the barrage and carefully looked at the audience who posted it. Sure enough, it was still the one who was still not established at 30.

"You're not working?"

Jiang Chen asked.

It's still afternoon working hours.

Thirty years old: "Be a parasite at home, not working!"

Jiang Chen curled his lips: "Does your family still need termites?"

Sanshi Meili: "Go away, the granary is too small to support two borers!"

Jiang Chen laughed, relaxed a little, and opened the gun again.

Kneel again...

Snapped!
Drop the mouse heavily.

Jiang Chen's breathing quickened.

He had a super-god Torso in this game, but the jungler and the bottom lane were too bad, so his super-god Torso couldn't carry the team at all.

I finally achieved a great result, but in the end I still lost. I just felt depressed and suppressed.

“Don’t sit for long periods of time!”

"Please keep a happy mood, which is good for your physical and mental health."

Two lines of prompts appear.

Jiang Chen was speechless.

Does your system care whether I’m in a good mood or not?

However, Jiang Chen still stood up and stretched, then went to the bathroom to wash his face and refresh himself. He was about to play again, but then he thought that his current mood was not suitable for continuing the game. He could only look at the live camera and saw that there was still someone online in the live broadcast room, and asked: "Who's there? Squeak!"

Thirty-year-old: "Squeak!"

Although Jiang Chen didn't know this audience member in real life, he felt like a friend and asked, "Brother, do you think I can make it through live singing?"

Sanshi Meili: "Live singing? Do you have professional equipment?"

Jiang Chen shook his head: "No!"

Thirty and Stand: "Have you ever studied professional vocal music?"

Jiang Chen shook his head again!

Thirty-year-old: "That's pointless!"

Jiang Chen didn't care about the fact that he hadn't achieved anything by the age of thirty. Instead, he was thinking about the novice reward he got yesterday, the song from a parallel world - Ideal Thirty.

He likes this song very much.

He has some basic vocal skills, and with everything he knows about the song in his mind, he is confident that he can sing it fairly well.

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 gently!
A clear female voice quickly came from inside, full of vigilance: "Who?"

Jiang Chen immediately said: "I'm the neighbor next door. My name is Jiang Chen. Do you remember?"

The door of the room opened, revealing a delicate face that looked tired. His eyes were big but not so bright. He was still wearing a business suit, and it was obvious that he had just returned from get off work. The door was half open, and his big eyes looked at Jiang Chen warily: "Hello, what's the matter?"

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "It's like this. When I saw you move in last year, I thought you had a guitar. Can I borrow it for a while?"

"Guitar? What are you borrowing it for?"

The woman asked cautiously.

Jiang Chen: "Well, sing a song!"

The woman looked Jiang Chen up and down: "You? Singing?"

Jiang Chen changed into casual clothes as soon as he came back. Since he had maintained good washing habits last night and this morning, he looked clean and refreshed, and his appearance was still outstanding.

Jiang Chen nodded: "Yes, sing a song, and I'll give it back to you after you finish singing."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Okay!"

After all, they were neighbors. Although the woman was wary of Jiang Chen, she did not refuse because she hadn't used the guitar for several months.

When she graduated and came to Shanghai last year, she occasionally had some leisure time to play guitar, but this year, she has been getting busier and busier at work, with more and more trivial matters and more and more pressure in life. She hasn't touched the guitar for a long time. If Jiang Chen hadn't suddenly come to borrow a guitar, she would have forgotten that she had a guitar. The first 25 years of life are constantly adding; then it starts to do subtraction. This woman has entered the time of doing subtraction, and she will only forget more and more in the future.

The woman closed the door again, and then opened it again after a while. She handed a dusty guitar to Jiang Chen and said embarrassedly, "Sorry, it's been a while since I used it, so it's a little dirty!"

Jiang Chen took it with both hands: "It's okay, I'll just wipe it and return it to you after use. Thank you!"

Woman: “You’re welcome!”

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded again to express his gratitude, then turned around and walked back to his room with his guitar.

From beginning to end, Jiang Chen did not ask the other party for any information, he just wanted to borrow a guitar.

Jiang Chen sat in the chair in front of the camera again with his guitar in hand. Seeing that there was another person in the live broadcast room, he patted his guitar and said with a smile, "I borrowed the guitar!"

Sanshi Meili: "You play and sing by yourself?"

Jiang Chen: "That's right!"

Sanshi Meili: "You are proud again!"

Jiang Chen: "Am I proud?"

Sanshi Meili: "You have!"

Jiang Chen: "Yes, I do. This is my natural temperament, I can't hide it, I have a naturally proud body, there's nothing I can do about it."

Sanshi Meili: "You have changed. You have become more shameless. I think you are born with a thick skin."

Jiang Chen: "Hahaha, what is face?"

Sanshi Meili: "I surrender. I admit that I am not as thick-skinned as you. I lost."

Jiang Chen smiled again and stopped talking. He picked up the tissue beside him and began to wipe the dust off the guitar. Then he tried it a few times and adjusted it again. He felt more comfortable with it and said to the camera, "Watch it!"

Sanshi Meili: "It seems to be the case!"

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

At this time, there was a knock on Jiang Chen's door.

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who?"

The tone was also full of caution.

A handsome boy must protect himself when he goes out, especially when there are four young female neighbors next door, so he must always be vigilant and protect himself.

"Hello, I just lent you my guitar. Can I watch you play it and sing?"

A weak voice came from the door, and it seemed a little embarrassed.

However, Jiang Chen stood up and opened the door generously. He saw that the other party had changed into casual sportswear. The fatigue on his face was much less. He looked much more lively and refreshed, as if he was a college student who had just graduated. He smiled and said, "Of course, but you can't laugh at me if I can't play well."

The woman shook her head: "Of course not, I'm just average at playing. My name is Han Qing!"

Jiang Chen: "My name is Jiang Chen. The room is small. You can sit at the head of the bed. By the way, I am broadcasting live! There is an audience in the live broadcast room."

Start live broadcast...

Is there an audience in the live broadcast room?
Han Qing smiled and said, "I sometimes broadcast it for a while, but most of the time there is no audience. It's impressive that you have an audience."

Jiang Chen: "I have a loyal audience who always comes to watch my live broadcast every time I play games. So, I want to show off my talents more, so I'd like to borrow your guitar to sing a song."

A comment floated across the live broadcast room: "I'm not your loyal viewer. You have nothing to attract me. It's just that the system happens to push your live broadcast room to me every time. I see that you are such a bad player, so I watch it for a while longer!"

Jiang Chen ignored Sanshi Meili's explanation, sat upright on the bench, tried the guitar again, and then cleared his throat into the microphone: "Ahem, this is my first live singing, don't scold me if I don't sing well."

Sanshi Meili: "So much nonsense, start singing."

Han Qing sat quietly on the bedside at the door, looking at Jiang Chen with a hint of expectation on her face. She had studied vocal music and musical instruments in college, which were her hobbies. It was a pity that after she started working, she had no time to continue her hobbies. Now watching Jiang Chen playing the guitar and singing, she felt like she had found a confidant.

Jiang Chen did not speak again, nor did he sing immediately. Instead, he slowly played the guitar with both hands, playing the song "Ideal Thirty" to increase his understanding of the song, while also accumulating emotions in his heart.

This is a typical folk song.

As we all know, folk songs do not require very high singing skills, the most important thing is to be sincere.

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 pricked up.

Jiang Chen still didn't sing, he just played the music.

The door of the room was slowly opened from the outside. A man in a suit stood at the door with a briefcase in his hand. He had obviously just come back from work. He was also a worker who lived next door to Jiang Chen. He had just come back from get off work and heard the pleasant and soothing guitar sound coming from Jiang Chen's room, so he came over curiously. Seeing that the door was not locked, he gently opened it.

Seeing Jiang Chen sitting on the bench and concentrating on playing the guitar, Han Qing sat at the head of the bed and listened attentively. The man also remained silent, just standing at the door watching Jiang Chen playing the guitar, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

Jiang Chen still didn't sing. This song had been played three times.

Every time he played it, Jiang Chen's feelings became more profound, and when he played it again, his emotions became even more intense.

The door to his room was wide open, and the narrow entrance was full of people.

Several tenants living next door were standing quietly at the door.

One man, two women, and Han Qing who was sitting at the head of the bed, four roommates who worked and stood at the door as spectators. Only one more person was needed to complete the number of neighbors.

One of the women whispered in the ear of the other woman, "He plays very nicely. I know his name is Jiang Chen, but I've never spoken to him. I just heard that he often stays in his room playing games. I didn't expect he could play the guitar. He looks a bit handsome when he plays the guitar, a bit like a literary youth."

After hearing this, the women next to him nodded slightly and looked at Jiang Chen with complicated eyes.

They are all workers who come to Shanghai from other places. They work hard every day to make a living and rarely have the leisure time to relax.

Jiang Chen finished playing the song again and when he played it again.

Han Qing and the others at the door felt something strange; they had heard it several times.

Although this song is pretty good, it's just like that after listening to it for a long time...

The three people at the door were just about to turn around and leave to go back to their rooms to tidy up and have a good rest.

At this time.

Jiang Chen suddenly spoke slowly.

"There are cars coming after the rain."

"Driving through the pale twilight..."

The same gentle voice, full of nostalgia, the song penetrated their ears directly into their hearts.

The three people who had just turned around at the door stopped at the same time, turned around again and looked at Jiang Chen, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Han Qing, who was sitting at the head of the bed, instantly felt impatient and stared at Jiang Chen with her big eyes.

At the same time, a comment flashed across the live broadcast room: "Is this what you sang? Is it fake?"

(End of this chapter)